Chapter 305 Methods
Guan Yi'an's face was devoid of skin, as if he wore two masks, but his overwhelming resentment was still impossible to ignore.
Noticing Wen Zhiming's gaze sweeping over, Guan Yi'an quickly suppressed her anger and pretended to be innocent.
Just then, Meng Qingyu finally remembered him and pointed him out to Wen Zhiming.
"Brother-in-law, this young man saved me. He was injured by bad guys. Can you help him?"
Perhaps fearing that Wen Zhiming's questions would embarrass Guan Yi'an, Meng Qingyu whispered in Wen Zhiming's ear, "He can't speak, brother-in-law, don't scare him."
"Is that so?" Wen Zhiming walked up to Guan Yi'an and glanced at his mask indifferently.
The young general quickly said, "How dare you! What are you doing hiding your face in front of the prince? Take off your mask!"
Guan Yi'an took a step back, her hands trembling as she reached up and clutched her mask tightly. She made muffled sounds, seemingly pleading in fear.
Meng Qingyu couldn't bear to watch, so she tugged at Wen Zhiming's sleeve and said, "Little brother is a pitiful person. If he doesn't want to reveal it, then let it go. Brother-in-law, please don't make things difficult for him, okay?"
"He saved you, how could I make things difficult for him?" Wen Zhiming smiled faintly. "I noticed that he also had injuries on his face, and I wanted to have the army doctor take a look at him. Perhaps he could be healed."
He knew that Qiu Lan and the guards were injured, so he brought a military doctor with him on this trip. Upon hearing his words, the military doctor immediately stepped forward with his medicine box and looked at Guan Yi'an.
"This young master's injuries are quite serious and he needs to be treated as soon as possible."
Guan Yi'an held onto Meng Qingyu tightly, waving his hands in fear.
"Don't be afraid." Seeing this, Meng Qingyu thought that he had been bullied too much in the past and could no longer trust others.
He couldn't help but take Guan Yi'an's hand and coax her, "My brother-in-law is the best. He's saving you. Go with my brother-in-law's men and let them treat your injuries. I'll come to see you as soon as I bring my sister back."
After saying that, he turned to look at Wen Zhiming.
"Brother-in-law, let them go back first, let's hurry and pick up my eldest sister."
This benefactor seemed to rely on him a lot. Although he didn't mind taking care of this person, it was more important to take care of his older sister right now.
Wen Zhiming nodded, but suddenly struck Guan Yi'an on the neck with lightning speed. Guan Yi'an fell to the ground. Wen Zhiming caught him, turned to a direction out of sight of the others, and removed his mask.
Beneath the tin tiger-head mask was a deathly pale face, as if someone had been dead for several days. Wen Zhiming reached out to the edge, preparing to remove the mask as well, but his fingertips touched a warm mass of flesh.
Wen Zhiming's hand stiffened for a moment, then he pressed the edges down and put the tin tiger head mask back on Guan Yi'an.
Meng Qingyu watched Wen Zhiming's actions without saying a word. Only when Wen Zhiming handed Guan Yi'an to his subordinate did he ask, "Brother-in-law, is there anything unusual about this person?"
“It’s not obvious yet. His face is disfigured, which is why he’s wearing a mask.” Wen Zhiming smiled and glanced at Meng Qingyu. “Let’s take him back to treat his injuries first. We can deal with the rest after we pick up your older sister.”
Wen Zhiming had the military doctor give Guan Yi'an's knife wound a simple bandage, and then handed Guan Yi'an over to the junior officer.
"Take this man back to the capital first. Have the other military doctors in the camp give him a thorough examination of all his injuries, and then arrange a room for him to rest in private."
This place is not too far from the capital. The military doctor he brought with him has another use, so it would be more appropriate to take him to the capital for treatment.
The young general nodded in agreement, then pointed to the five trembling bandits behind him and said, "Your Highness, these five are the robbers who harmed Young Master Meng. What do you think is the appropriate course of action?"
None of the five dared to look Wen Zhiming in the eye, and they knelt down, kowtowing and begging for mercy.
Seeing that all five of them had menacing faces, were wrapped in soft whips, and that two of them had weapons hidden in their clothes, Wen Zhiming knew that this was not their first time committing evil and that they would not sincerely repent.
"Qingyu, tell me, how did these people treat you?"
With a powerful backer, Meng Qingyu immediately felt more confident.
Pointing angrily at the five thieves, she said, "They robbed me of my silver, slapped me, and then said they were going to pull out my tongue and send me to some brothel to serve people. Just as they were about to pull out my tongue, that young man barged in, and then they beat him up and stabbed him twice."
Xiaofeng Pavilion is a male-only brothel established to cater to special guests. The men there suffer endless torment, living a life worse than death.
Everyone was furious when they heard that the five people were planning to send such a young boy to that kind of place.
Wen Zhiming laughed, and that laugh made the five thieves tremble even more violently.
"Do as they say. Get the silver back first, then cut out their tongues and send them to Xiaofeng Pavilion. Also, give the owner of Xiaofeng Pavilion a message, saying that I instructed him to take good care of these five people."
Xiaofeng Pavilion does indeed need more handsome men, but special guests are also divided into different classes. Some poor and desperate perverts also want to try something exciting. Since they can't afford high prices, they don't care about their taste and will take even the ugly ones.
Therefore, even men of poor appearance are not short of customers at Xiaofeng Pavilion.
Send these five thieves there, and as long as the price is cheap, I guarantee they'll be left in a miserable state, shedding tears and bleeding profusely.
With the pressure from the Northern Frontier King, if Xiaofeng Pavilion wants to continue operating, it will definitely make things even more difficult for these five people.
Upon hearing this, the five thieves were so frightened that their legs went weak.
They had imagined the worst possible outcome: the Northern Frontier King would kill them with a single blow. They never expected the Northern Frontier King to be so unorthodox and to use such vicious and terrifying methods.
Wen Zhiming's subordinates, however, were quite pleased. These thieves had harmed countless people, and now the prince was giving them a taste of their own medicine. They would be tormented by these villains for the rest of their lives, and every day they would deeply understand the sins they had committed.
How can this not be considered karmic retribution?
The young general led Guan Yi'an and five bandits towards the capital, while Wen Zhiming carried Meng Qingyu onto his horse and continued on his way to Meng Lingge.
In the darkness, Meng Qingyu's eyes sparkled, filled with anticipation and joy.
Just a quarter of an hour ago, he was a pitiful child who had no one to rely on and could not find his father's remains no matter how hard he tried. In the blink of an eye, he has become Young Master Meng, who has a powerful backer and is loved by others.
Father, eldest sister, third sister, they are all well and safe. All his close relatives are still alive, and he has gained a powerful and domineering brother-in-law who dotes on him.
The Meng family is about to recover.
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