Chapter 117: Capturing Xia Jianghou
Arresting Xia Jianghou... Ma Yan's messy eyebrows twitched suddenly, and he asked:
"I need a reason."
Zhao Duan didn't hesitate and started talking from the moment he was stopped by the other party on his way out this morning, all the way to Feng Ju's request for help.
The reason he said this was because he understood that Ma Dugong would not tolerate any sand in his eyes.
There's no way to hide it, and there's no need to, so I'll just be honest.
"So, Marquis Xia Jiang stood up for Princess Yunyang and wanted to use Feng Ju as a breakthrough point to deal with you."
Ma Yan looked calm:
"You borrowed personnel from the Ninth Hall just to rescue the kidnapped woman?"
"Yes." Zhao Duan admitted frankly.
"You just need to report to His Majesty. There is no need to make such a big fuss." Ma Yan said.
"But time won't wait." Zhao Duan said righteously:
"The Governor should know that someone who can do such a taboo thing would not care about a woman's innocence."
Ma Yan glanced at him and said:
"You also want to get hold of the other party's handle and don't want to let it go easily."
"Brother, you are wise!" Zhao Duan sighed.
"My little thought really can't be hidden from your discerning eyes."
"..." Ma Yan was unable to resist his flattery, sighed, and said:
"So, do you have any solid evidence now? Although Marquis Xia Jiang is behind the scenes, providing protection for the Red Flower Society, this doesn't prove that any of the Red Flower Society's actions were orchestrated by him."
Zhao Duan said:
"The leader of the Red Flower Society has been thrown into the Imperial Prison. I believe a confession will be forthcoming soon."
"That is, not yet." Ma Yan stared at him sternly.
"...Not yet." Zhao Duan answered with a stiff face.
The room fell silent.
Just when he sighed in his heart and thought that his plan might fail.
Ma Dugong, who was sitting behind the desk, suddenly raised his hand, pulled out a "warrant", which was an arrest warrant, from a pile of files at hand, and pushed it to him.
On the white paper was stamped the bright red square seal of the governor of Zhaoya.
The name column on the driver's license that complies with the format has the three big characters "Xia Jiang Hou" written on it.
The arrest warrant was written in advance!
Zhao Duan looked up in surprise.
How did Senior Brother Cheap know that I was going to arrest Marquis Xia Jiang?
Yes, it's not surprising that he, who is in charge of the Imperial Court, got some news before me...
Ma Yan's stern face remained expressionless.
"In that case, go ahead."
"But...Mr. Meng hasn't spoken yet..." Zhao Duan opened his mouth.
"He will speak." Ma Yan glanced at him, "Won't he?"
Well done... I said that anyone who could hold the position of Governor could not be an upright person... Zhao Duan showed surprise.
He grabbed the arrest warrant and hesitated:
"But I've heard that Marquis Xiajiang is quite skilled in martial arts. We in Lihua Hall are small in number. If he resists arrest..."
Ma Yan said: "Isn't that a good thing?"
Damn... you are quite cruel, Old Ma... Zhao Duan was amazed.
If Xia Jianghou resists arrest or even resorts to violence, he will be charged with a crime that is his own doing.
However, Zhao Duan was still a little hesitant, thinking that one should be prepared for the worst.
He still remembered Zhang Yanyi's warning of "bloody disaster".
If it comes true here, I’ll be doomed... Who knows if the "Divine Talisman" in my arms is reliable.
"Don't worry," Ma Yan seemed to see through his thoughts and said leisurely:
"He can't hurt you. Remember what you arranged when you took me to the Nine Halls of Fraud a few days ago?"
Zhao Duan was stunned.
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In the teahouse box.
As the last ray of light in the sky gradually dims.
The dull and depressing atmosphere in the room reached its peak.
"The tea is gone again. Do you want another pot?" the slightly plump scholar asked, picking up the empty teapot.
The middle-aged man in a bun head shook his head. He had been refilling this pot of tea over and over again all afternoon, and it had lost its flavor.
"It's getting dark soon," Feng Ju sat dejectedly with a gloomy face and bloodshot eyes.
He tried to sleep, but couldn't:
"I can't wait any longer."
As he was about to stand up, he was stopped by two friends:
"Where can you go at this time?"
"It's better to go anywhere than to wait in vain!" Feng Ju's face was slightly grim.
"At worst, I can go to the Marquis's house and ask him, beat the drum, and make a big fuss."
Crazy... The two looked at each other and knew that Feng Ju had lost some of his mind.
Just at this moment, there was a knock on the box door.
The slightly plump scholar was stunned and went to open the door, only to see that the person standing outside was Feng Ju's coachman.
"Sir," the driver panted, holding an envelope in his hand:
"Lihuatang replied."
Feng Ju suddenly stood up, took a few steps forward, snatched the envelope, tore it open, and then froze.
There were three words written in the envelope: "Solved".
"This..." The two friends also saw it and looked at each other in surprise.
The slightly plump scholar muttered:
"What does this mean? How did it get resolved? Could it be that Marquis Xia Jiang has agreed to release her? Or has Lianlian been rescued?"
The middle-aged man with a bun head shook his head:
"How long has it been? Less than two hours at most. Is this a trick? Or is he just pretending to appease us?"
The time is too short.
They instinctively doubted this - of course, this was also due to their distrust of Zhao Duan.
Feng Ju was worried about the outcome, and not knowing the specific situation, he thought for a moment and said:
"I'll go to the imperial court to take a look."
"inappropriate……"
While the three of them were discussing, they suddenly heard footsteps approaching from the stairwell. It was a servant of the Feng family, panting:
"Master, Master, the young lady is back."
What? !
Feng Ju's breathing suddenly became rapid, staring at him:
"What did you say?"
The servant was startled and explained:
"Just now, a female lieutenant who claimed to be from the Lihuatang police escorted the young lady home.
It was said that under the orders of Zhao Jisi, nine gangs joined forces to rescue the young lady from the robbers in time. She was not seriously injured, but was locked up in the woodshed for a few hours. Now the kidnappers have all been imprisoned..."
The Feng family is closer to this place than the imperial court, so the two pieces of news arrived almost at the same time.
The three of them were stunned.
The slightly plump scholar and the middle-aged man in a bun looked at each other in surprise. They had never expected that the vicious and cruel Envoy Zhao would be so reliable.
Moreover, with such great power, he could actually mobilize the entire imperial court...
Is this a power that a police officer can have?
Feng Ju was completely stunned.
Then I almost cried for joy. The pressure that had accumulated throughout the day suddenly relaxed, and my heart was filled with mixed emotions.
He didn't expect that Zhao Duan, who had only met him once and was using his relationship with him, would be willing to help him so much.
"Prepare the car. I want to go to the imperial court to thank Lord Zhao in person." Feng Ju said seriously.
But the servant said:
"That female lieutenant surnamed Qian said that Lord Zhao might be busy tonight, and it's not appropriate for you to go now, sir."
Busy? What are you busy with?
Feng Ju and the other two looked at each other, and a surprising guess emerged in their minds at the same time.
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At the same time, on the third floor of a restaurant in Beijing.
Princess Yunyang and Marquis Xiajiang were also admiring the sunset in the sky.
The two were having dinner, and the entire third floor was booked, so no one outside was allowed to enter.
The evening breeze blows away the scorching heat of the dog days and brings a touch of coolness.
"Such a beautiful view deserves a full drink from the glass."
The marquis, with a dignified bearing, well-groomed beard and dressed in silk clothes, held a green jade wine cup in his hand, laughed out loud, and looked at the woman opposite him.
Opposite the round table filled with delicious food and wine.
In the carved armchair.
A woman of outstanding appearance was sitting lazily.
Although Princess Yunyang was the empress's "aunt", she was born late and was nominally called "brother and sister" with the deceased old emperor, but in fact there was a big age difference between them.
In addition, she has been living in a honey pot since she was a child, and has been pampered and well maintained.
Even though her son is that old now, she still looks young without a single wrinkle.
She especially likes the red chiffon long skirt, which makes her skin look fair and white, and her two long legs like white pythons seem to be able to crush people to death.
At this moment, her legs were crossed, and one beautiful foot was exposed to the air, with only the tip of her toes holding up the embroidered shoe, swaying back and forth.
"My Lord, just go and drink. Why are you telling me all this? Do you really want to get me drunk?"
Beneath her cloud-like hair, there was a lazy smile on her foxy face.
Xia Jianghou was so moved by the embroidered shoe that he reached out to grab it.
"The princess is a hero among wine lovers. I'm afraid that even if the wine doesn't intoxicate me, I'll get drunk on my own..."
Princess Yunyang deftly moved sideways, avoiding the opponent's clutches, and said with a silly smile:
"The Marquis is drunk. It's getting dark, and I'll have to go back to the mansion soon."
Xia Jianghou's sneak attack failed, and he said helplessly:
"Princess, please reward me for one night. Don't worry, I will teach that Zhao a lesson and vent my anger on your behalf."
Princess Yunyang pretended to be angry and said:
"The Marquis keeps saying he wants to teach him a lesson, but I haven't seen him do anything. Did he just stop his car this morning and let it go? He's no better than the Temple Secretary."
"Humph," Xia Jianghou said disdainfully:
"He Zheng is just a timid guy, what's he? He's just a dog under the command of the Supreme Court."
As he said this, he smiled and said:
"Princess, don't be anxious. I have already arranged for someone to take care of it. I will definitely teach Zhao Duan a lesson he will never forget."
"Oh? Don't keep me in suspense. Tell me about it." Princess Yunyang asked curiously.
Xia Jianghou was indeed a little drunk, and since there was no one around, he wanted to show off in front of the beauty, so he said:
"This Marquis secretly sent someone to seize evidence and threaten Feng Ju, the head of the Ministry of Personnel.
Oh, this man was deceived by Zhao Duan and falsely accused Li Yanfu. Now, as long as he is willing to change his words and overturn the verdict... then the man surnamed Zhao will not be able to escape responsibility."
Princess Yunyang was slightly surprised:
"You're actually going to make a fuss about this? If that happens, Zhao Duan will probably face more than just a lesson. Even with my niece protecting him, he'll have to give an explanation to the court officials."
Marquis Xia Jiang could tell there was no joy in her tone, and he suddenly felt unhappy.
"Princess, are you unhappy? Do you think I'm being too harsh?"
He suddenly snorted coldly, pressed the wine cup heavily on the table, and said:
"Could it be that the princess, seeing how handsome that pretty boy is, has developed a desire to 'tender a woman with pity'?"
Given his understanding of Princess Yunyang, he couldn't help but make such speculations.
After all, the eldest princess is notorious for being indifferent to her husband and son.
Revenge on Zhao Duan is probably more for the sake of saving face.
Princess Yunyang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly burst into laughter, and said with a helpless look in her eyes:
"You are such a grown man, why are you still jealous of a young man? I am only concerned about my niece. If you go too far and really anger my niece, it will not end well."
Xia Jiang Hou didn't care much:
"This Marquis is just following the flow. Once it's done, others will naturally contribute."
Princess Yunyang's eyes flickered, and she vaguely heard the hidden meaning:
"You mean..."
Suddenly, footsteps were heard on the stairs, interrupting their conversation.
The servant of the Marquis' Mansion who was guarding downstairs reported:
"My Lord, something happened."
Marquis Xia Jiang frowned and glanced at the princess.
After hesitating for a moment, he stood up and walked aside to listen to the servant's whispered report:
"The Red Flower Society sent word that all the gangs in the city had been raided by the imperial court. Feng Lianlian was rescued, and 'Master Meng' was also captured."
This actually happened... Xia Jianghou suddenly sobered up from his drunken state.
After a few more detailed questions, his face turned ugly.
"When did it happen?" Princess Yunyang asked curiously.
Xia Jianghou waved his hand, dismissed the servant, and walked back with a sullen face:
"There was a minor accident, and Feng Ju might have asked Zhao for help."
After a little thought, he guessed the general idea.
Only this possibility can explain the actions of the imperial court.
This was beyond his expectations.
Before taking action, he carefully investigated Zhao Duan's character and his relationship with Feng Ju.
In his opinion, there was no basis for trust between the two. Even if Feng Ju really dared to go looking for him, with the Red Flower Society's methods, it would be impossible for the government to find his whereabouts in a short time.
After getting the news, he could easily kill Feng Lianlian and dispose of her body.
"How did Zhao do it? Even if he guessed that I used people from the Red Flower Society, how could he command the entire imperial court?"
Xia Jianghou picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp.
Although he was stunned, he was not too panicked.
With his caution, he had already made a series of arrangements to escape punishment for kidnapping the officials' families.
Even if "Mr. Meng" couldn't withstand the torture, it would only cause him a little trouble at most.
Not fatal.
The most important thing is that with the power of Zhao Duan District Police Department, he could not do anything to him.
At most, the blame can be put on the Red Flower Society.
Could it be that the man surnamed Zhao really dared to defy the law and come to arrest him without following the procedures?
That would be equivalent to actively handing him the handle.
"So, your method failed?"
Princess Yunyang asked, her tone neither happy nor sad, as if she was simply curious.
Xia Jianghou said calmly:
"It's just a minor accident. Keep drinking. Princess, don't worry. Zhao Duan can't escape..."
Dengdeng...
The sound of hurried footsteps came from the stairwell again, interrupting the two of them.
Xia Jianghou looked annoyed and glanced coldly at the stairs:
"What are you doing here again?"
The servant had an ugly expression on his face and opened his mouth, indicating "private chat".
Xia Jiang Hou angrily threw the wine cup and said:
"Just say it!"
The servant had no choice but to say:
"My Lord, this is bad! The people we sent out to follow us have reported that Zhao Duan is leading a group of officers and is charging straight towards us. They seem to be coming for you!"
“Bang!”
The wine cup rolled twice on the table and broke into pieces on the ground, with the remaining wine splashing everywhere.
Xia Jianghou suddenly stood up and stared at the other party in disbelief, as if he was digesting the news.
opposite.
The embroidered shoes that were swinging under the red skirt also stopped swaying.
Beneath her thick black hair, Princess Yunyang's noble face also showed surprise.
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Typos should be corrected first and then replaced
(End of this chapter)
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