Chapter 93 Do you want to wipe them out completely?
Yan Cang looked at her expressionlessly.
Yan Jinyue shuddered and couldn't help but hide behind Chu Yunjin, her voice sounding pitiful: "I suffered so much last night, I almost died, so you mustn't scold me, Your Majesty."
Chu Yunjin pursed her lips and chuckled to herself.
However, the smile only lasted for a moment.
She soon discovered that the person following Yan Cang was not his personal guard Qing Chuan, but another young and aloof youth who looked to be no more than eighteen or nineteen years old. He had a handsome and delicate appearance, was about the same height as Yan Cang, was thin, but looked very strong.
“Yan Cang.” She pointed at the man. “I don’t think I’ve seen this guard before.”
"His name is Ling Yumo," Yan Cang said calmly. "He will stay by Jin Yue's side from now on."
"Ah?" Yan Jinyue peeked out from behind Chu Yunjin, her gaze falling on the young man's face. Seeing his rather handsome features, she hesitated to look away, but still spoke demurely, "Royal brother, this...this isn't appropriate, is it? Men and women shouldn't touch each other..."
"Princess, rest assured." Ling Yumo lowered his eyes. "This subordinate will only stay where the princess cannot see me. Without the princess's permission, this subordinate will not easily show myself."
Yan Jinyue: "..." There's no need for that.
“Starting today, he will protect your safety.” Yan Cang said, handing her a token. “The Princess’s residence needs time to be repaired. Whenever you want to go to the Prince of Yan’s residence, just take this token.”
"Thank you, Your Majesty." Yan Jinyue nodded. "Then I'll head back to Zhaoyang Palace now."
After speaking, she turned and left with her newly acquired, beautiful guards, her steps becoming much lighter.
Yan Cang looked at Chu Yunjin: "Let's go back to the manor first, and get some rest when we get back."
Chu Yunjin hummed in agreement, once again marveling at the wonder of power in her heart.
Yan Cang walked alongside her on the palace path, asking, "How was Jin Yue's mood last night?"
Chu Yunjin said, "Last night must have been bad, but as soon as I received the imperial decree this morning, all my emotions disappeared. I felt like I had taken a magic pill, and my complexion was incredibly good."
Yan Cang's lips curled up slightly.
"Yan Cang, when you went to see Father Emperor last night, did you tell him everything truthfully?" Chu Yunjin tilted her head. "Does Father Emperor believe you?"
"Mm." Yan Cang nodded.
Chu Yunjin felt a little strange. Why did the Emperor believe Yan Cang's words without even checking? Was it because Yan Cang seemed trustworthy?
Moreover, Yan Cang's power is growing.
The emperor had absolutely no suspicion of him.
Haven't many emperors in history been suspicious of their sons?
It is said that there are no fathers and sons or brothers in the royal family; fathers and sons are wary of each other, and brothers kill each other.
But the emperor seemed to have complete faith in Yan Cang.
Upon returning to the Prince of Yan's residence, the two had just alighted from their carriage when they saw Prince Jin standing outside the residence.
As Yan Cang stepped down from the carriage, Prince Jin's face darkened, his eyes filled with gloom, and he stared intently at Yan Cang as if questioning, "Fourth Prince, you ordered Pei Yi'an to be imprisoned in the Imperial Prison?"
Yan Cang glanced at her coldly, not wanting to pay her any attention, and took Chu Yunjin's hand as they walked towards the Prince's Mansion.
Step through the gate, pass through the screen wall, and enter the spacious front yard.
Prince Jin followed closely behind him, his voice as cold as frost: "First, you dealt with the Wen family, causing Father to suspend the position of Prime Minister, then you went after Pei Yi'an, sending him to the imperial prison. Are you trying to wipe out all my people? Fourth Brother, you're so ruthless in your actions—"
Suddenly, a mysterious shadow flashed before my eyes.
The Prince of Jin's voice froze, and he flew out like a kite with a broken string, tracing an arc in the air before making a "bang".
His body slammed heavily into a large tree a dozen steps away, then slid to the ground, his vision blurred, and his bones felt like they were about to break. He couldn't get up for a long time.
Yan Cang walked over, squatted down next to him, and slapped him across the face.
Snap!
The sound was extremely clear and loud.
A five-finger mark quickly appeared on the Prince of Jin's pale face and swelled up at an alarming rate.
Chu Yunjin stood there watching, and couldn't help but think that Yan Cang's skills were such that he could endure for two years without making a move against the original owner. He had immense patience and forbearance.
But being able to tolerate doesn't mean you don't have a temper.
Given the original owner's numerous entanglements with Prince Jin, Yan Cang must have harbored a great deal of resentment. He had vented his anger once at Qingfeng Tower, but unexpectedly, Prince Jin came knocking on his door again so soon.
Chu Yunjin really wanted to ask him, "Have you recovered from your injuries? Why did you come back?"
"Cough cough cough..." Prince Jin clutched his chest, coughing painfully, a trickle of blood spreading from the corner of his mouth. He stared intently at Yan Cang, "You, you abused your brother, if Father finds out..."
"You can go to the palace to file a complaint." Yan Cang stood up, slowly smoothed his clothes, and looked down at him. "But if you can't find the Princess Consort of Jin, how do you plan to explain this to the Emperor and Prime Minister Wen?"
After saying that, he turned around and walked up to Chu Yunjin, extending his hand to her.
Chu Yunjin looked down at his large hands, the calluses from years of martial arts training were so clear, giving people an absolute sense of security.
Chu Yunjin placed her hand in his palm, letting him hold it, and they walked together into the mansion.
Once they were far from the front yard and walking along the winding corridor, Chu Yunjin suddenly spoke: "Yan Cang."
"Um."
"The disappearance of the Princess Consort of Jin..." She turned her head and looked around, then lowered her voice and asked, "Is it related to you?"
Yan Cang looked at her intently: "Why would you think that?"
"I guessed."
Because the timing of Princess Jin's disappearance was too coincidental.
Right after Yan Cang finished looking at the portrait and left in a hurry, news of the Princess Consort of Jin's disappearance spread early the next morning. Moreover, no matter what, the Prince of Jin's mansion was a prince's mansion, and the security was definitely very tight. It would be extremely difficult for an ordinary person to sneak into the mansion, let alone bring someone out, which would be as difficult as climbing to the sky.
Besides Yan Cang, she couldn't think of anyone else who could do this so easily.
Yan Cang remained silent.
Back at Shuangxue Courtyard, Yan Cang said gently, "There are still many things to deal with in the court. Eat something first. If you didn't sleep well last night, you can sleep a little longer. If I can find the time tonight, I'll come back and have dinner with you."
Chu Yunjin nodded: "Okay."
Yan Cang turned and walked out.
Back in his study in the front yard, he instructed Qingchuan to fetch some food from the kitchen. It didn't have to be lavish, just something palatable. Then he stood alone by the window for a long time, his eyes deep and unfathomable, and no one could see what he was thinking.
Until Qingchuan returned with steamed buns and porridge.
Yan Cang glanced at the tray; it contained a plate of steamed buns and a bowl of porridge—a very simple breakfast.
Yan Cang said nothing and turned to walk out.
Qingchuan followed behind, carrying the tray.
Yan Cang entered through the west gate of the front courtyard and walked all the way to the entrance of the dungeon. He turned around, took the tray from Qing Chuan, and said calmly, "Stand guard here and do not allow anyone to approach."
"yes."
Yan Cang walked down the stone steps. The lamps on the upper wall of the dungeon emitted a faint, dim light, and the dungeon was dark and damp.
Yan Cang walked to the cell where Wen Jingsheng was being held.
The cell was quiet, without a sound.
Wen Jingsheng was curled up on the wooden bed, looking like she was on her deathbed, whether she was asleep or too weak from hunger.
Yan Cang opened the door and placed the tray on the ground by the doorway: "Let's eat."
After a brief silence, Wen Jingsheng slowly moved and weakly climbed up from the wooden bed.
She turned her head, her hair disheveled and dry, her face haggard. In just a few days, she had lost all trace of her noble air.
When his eyes looked at Yan Cang, the fear and resentment in them were clearly visible: "Yan Cang..."
Yan Cang looked at her expressionlessly.
Wen Jingsheng suddenly smiled, a smile both sorrowful and mocking: "You deliberately retaliated against me, tormented me, was it to avenge her?"
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