If Wang Yanzhou panicked and panicked at this moment, the entire Qingliang Valley would be in chaos. They had just won a victory with great difficulty, and they could not let the morale of the army be shaken at this moment.
The coroner and military doctors packed up their tools, washed the blood off their hands, exchanged their views, and then sent a representative to report to Wang Yanzhou.
Seeing that the autopsy was completed, Wang Yanzhou asked the people arranged in the morning to come in and wash Lian Qiao, and then took them to the study.
"how?"
Mr. Kong, the representative of the coroner and military doctor, bowed and replied, "Your Highness, although the body was badly damaged, fortunately, with everyone's efforts, we were able to find a fatal wound among the chaotic scars."
"Please elaborate, sir."
Mr. Kong unfolded the wound diagram they had just drawn and pointed to one wound. "Your Highness, please look. Judging by the pattern of these wounds, although the skin and flesh here are torn and the wounds are extremely messy, it was intentionally done to hide the fatal injury. We found an extremely thin and deep wound here, at the neck."
After that, another coroner added: "If our guess is correct, this should be the unique sword technique of the Song family of Nanyue."
After hearing this, Yan Shaoqing confirmed with Mr. Kong, "Sir, are you really talking about the seven Song brothers from Nanyue?"
Mr. Kong nodded and said, "That's right. The Song family has a unique sword technique, and considering what these seven brothers have done in their daily lives, we will not make a mistake in identifying this wound."
Wang Yanzhou saw Yan Shaoqing's thoughtful expression and asked hurriedly, "Shaoqing, do you know anything?"
Yan Shaoqing said, "As far as I know, the Song brothers are quite prestigious in the underworld, and not everyone can afford to hire them. Tang Chen had no previous connection with them, so..."
Therefore, those who could afford to hire them were usually high-ranking officials and nobles. These ordinary nobles and aristocratic families wouldn't have the guts to trouble Qingliang Valley at this critical juncture. For the Song brothers to take such a huge risk to kidnap someone from Qingliang Valley, the "owner" behind them must be someone extraordinary.
If that was really the case, Wang Yanzhou couldn't openly search for him at this moment. If he couldn't find Tang Chen's whereabouts, Wang Yanzhou would have to suffer the consequences even if he didn't want to.
Li Xinzhai also knew the key point, so he volunteered, "Leave the underworld matters to me. I've dealt with these seven brothers before, so finding them shouldn't be a problem."
Wang Yanzhou bowed and entrusted the matter, "Brother Li, please!"
"Just focus on your own thing, Tang Chen, leave it to me..." Li Xinzhai saw something wrong in Mo Yu's eyes, so he quickly added, "Leave it to me and Senior Brother."
At this moment, Mo Yu said: "There is no time to lose, let's go, do you want to pack your things?"
"There's nothing to pack, let's go," they said, and in the blink of an eye, both of them disappeared in the palace.
Yan Shaoqing patted Wang Yanzhou's shoulder and said soothingly, "Don't worry, let's just wait and see. Brother Li is a famous killer after all, and he has his own ways."
Wang Yanzhou raised his hand and smashed the desk and his heart into pieces: "Blame me, it's all my fault!"
Yan Shaoqing lowered his eyebrows and looked at the blood dripping from Wang Yanzhou's hand onto the ground. He sighed helplessly and said, "I don't blame anyone, I only blame this war. Why did it have to burn us?"
Zhong Qin knew that Wang Yanzhou was in a state of confusion at the moment, but Qingliang Valley still needed a calm and composed King Qingliang to preside over the overall situation. Even the matter of Lianqiao still needed his decision: "...Sir, should we inform Master Zhang about Miss Lianqiao's matter?"
Wang Yanzhou loosened his palm, looked at the bright red in his hand, shook his head slightly, and said: "Let's put it on hold for now. Tang Chen was able to be taken away quietly in the palace. If any news gets out now..."
Zhong Qin bowed and said, "I understand. Zhong Qin knows her limits. Master Yan, please stay with me. I will return to the barracks first."
"Thanks for your hard work."
Ten days later, there was still no news of Tang Chen. Under the leadership of the Song brothers, he had no idea where he was going, a place tens of thousands of miles away from Qingliang Valley.
Tang Chen was released from the box at mealtime. He glared fiercely at the two rough uncles in front of him while eating the white flour buns that he used to hate the most in big mouthfuls.
Seeing her like this, Song Xiaoqi said with some disdain, "I thought that maid was so important to her and that she valued her so much, but I didn't expect that she didn't miss out on eating and drinking."
"......" Tang Chen just stared at them with her big eyes. If she hadn't been mute-pressed, she would have let the two of them see what it meant to be a gentleman who uses words instead of fists. They couldn't win, but she didn't let them scold them. What a scumbag!
Song Wu was probably annoyed by Tang Chen's glare, so he slapped Tang Chen in the face and said viciously, "Stop glaring at me. After this meal, it's a question whether you can even see the sun tomorrow."
After saying that, Song Xiaoqi, who was smiling just now, suddenly changed his expression and hurriedly took back the dry food: "Fifth brother, be quiet!" The two exchanged glances, abandoned the truck with only an empty box, grabbed Tang Chen and hid on the treetops.
After a while, a group of people wearing the same clothes appeared in the sight of the three people. Tang Chen had never seen such clothes before, but he had seen a lot of them in the past two days.
If her guess was correct, the people wearing these clothes and holding equipment clearly belonged to the military. Perhaps they were camped nearby and were either searching for someone or on patrol.
Seeing the group of people approaching under the tree, Tang Chen suddenly became excited and tried to shake the tree trunk like crazy to make some noise.
Seeing this, Song Wu pulled Tang Chen's hair down tightly and warned in a low voice: "Be quiet, this is the army of Nanyue. If you, the princess of Liang, want to die, then go ahead and make a scene."
Hearing this, Tang Chen quickly calmed down: "......!"
Oh my God, why are there South Vietnamese troops patrolling here? Where are they taking me? I'm dying! I'm dying! She's pregnant and has suffered a lot before. I'm just worried that something might happen to the child. Damn it, who wants to "buy" her? Don't let her escape, or I'll kill him to vent my hatred!
Also, she always felt that Song Wu's tone of voice was strange, as if they were not afraid of being discovered, but that she, the Princess of Daliang, would be seen by the people of Nanyue. What exactly did the person who paid them to capture her want to do?
After the South Vietnamese patrol team walked away, Song Xiaoqi asked in confusion: "Brother, didn't they say that the South Vietnamese army was in Qingliang Valley? Why are they here?"
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