Chapter 713 His Grandson (First Update)
Han Ye was completely dumbfounded when he saw this.
First, there was the mysterious appearance of the man in black, then the sudden arrival of the carriage, and the man in black throwing Xiao Liulang into the carriage without hesitation. Anyone would think that the person sitting in the carriage was another accomplice of Xiao Liulang, right?
But why... would it be His Majesty the King?
Does His Majesty already know about Xiao Liulang's background?
No, the Crown Prince said that the King was unaware!
Moreover, if the king had truly come for Xiao Liulang, he would never have traveled incognito!
The king just happened to be passing by!
The king's entourage consisted of three people: the king himself, Zhang Dequan, and a palace guard who also served as his coachman.
The coachman's martial arts skills were excellent, but unfortunately, he was still no match for the number one expert, Han Ye. He tried his best to defend himself, but was still knocked away by the sword energy.
This led to the subsequent incident where the train carriages were split open.
As for Xiao Liulang, who was thrown into the carriage by the assassins—
Okay, this is the driver's negligence.
He was momentarily stunned when he first saw the man who seemed like a celestial being.
Xiao Heng was lying face down on the carriage floor. The assassin had thrown him roughly, but he had actually used a clever technique. He wasn't hurt by the fall, but he was inevitably embarrassed.
He was pulled directly from the bed, not having time to dress in women's clothing. He was wearing a thin, plain white nightgown, and his jet-black hair, like a glossy black satin, was draped over his shoulders and body, covering most of his face.
He was completely bewildered.
They had no idea whose carriage they had fallen into.
He was greeted by two pairs of exquisitely crafted shoes, one of which was particularly high-end and elegant. He subconsciously looked up at the owners of the shoes.
...He only recognized Zhang Dequan.
They didn't recognize the bald-headed king.
—On the importance of hairstyle.
Whether he recognized him or not was no longer important; the king had seen him.
The moment he raised his head, his long hair slid down his face, revealing his features completely to the king.
The king even forgot about the fact that he had almost been killed, and just stared intently at the face so close to his.
Xiao Heng, however, remembered that he was running for his life.
He glanced back at the masked man in black who was frozen in place. It seemed that the man in black was very wary of the two of them, and this was his chance to escape!
Xiao Heng got up, pushed aside the king and Zhang Dequan, passed between them, jumped off the other side of the carriage, and left without looking back!
In his haste, Zhang Dequan turned around and shouted loudly as he watched the figure disappear into the night.
With Xiao Heng gone, the king's attention successfully returned to Han Ye.
There were two experts; one was a bodyguard the Crown Princess had just hired, and the other's identity was unknown.
But the assassin was protecting Xiao Liulang, while the other one was there to hunt him down; otherwise, Xiao Liulang wouldn't have escaped.
The king stared at the stiff-bodied Han Ye, a chilling glint in his eyes: "Take him down!"
The imperial guard, who also served as the coachman, leaped up, drew the soft sword hidden at his waist, and slashed at Prince Han in mid-air.
The assassins hired by the Crown Princess also joined the battle, and the two of them launched a fierce attack on Crown Prince Han.
To be honest, both the imperial guard and the auction house's assassin are quite skilled in martial arts.
Unfortunately, Prince Han was too powerful. The two fought for dozens of rounds, but apart from consuming a lot of Prince Han's energy, they did not cause him any substantial damage.
Han Ye actually had the opportunity to kill them, but the presence of the king put immense pressure on him.
We can't fight anymore...
After Han Ye repelled the two men with another move, he used a feint and took the opportunity to turn around and fly into the night.
The driver suddenly grabbed his wrist.
They didn't pull him off, but simply tore open his sleeve and the strip of cloth covering his wound, revealing a scar that looked as if it had been gouged out.
Han Ye is gone.
The assassin then used his lightness skill to escape.
The coachman knelt on one knee, cupped his hands, and begged the king for forgiveness: "This servant is incompetent! I failed to capture the assassin! Please punish me, Your Majesty!"
The king did not mention whether or not to punish him, but instead asked Zhang Dequan, who was standing to the side, "Did you see everything just now?"
Zhang Dequan was stunned for a moment, then realized that the king was asking about the person who had fallen into their carriage. He recalled and said, "This servant saw it, it seems to be... His Highness the Crown Prince."
The eldest grandson of the emperor, Shangguan Qing, went to the imperial mausoleum with the deposed crown princess when he was young. However, because he suffered from a serious illness, he had to return to the Imperial Preceptor's Hall every two years to seek medical treatment. Every time he came, the emperor would catch a glimpse of him from a distance in the pavilion of the Imperial Preceptor's Hall.
Zhang Dequan, having served as the emperor's attendant, had seen the eldest grandson of the emperor several times.
However, neither of them ever showed up.
It's not surprising that the eldest grandson of the emperor didn't recognize them, after all, he was still young when he left the palace.
This is Zhang Dequan's detailed analysis of the Crown Prince's series of bewildered reactions just now.
So here comes the next question.
1. When did the eldest grandson of the emperor return to Shengdu?
Second, there was still a year before his next visit to inquire about medicine, so why did he return early? Was it because the Crown Princess had returned?
Third, where does he live now?
Fourthly, this point concerns the Crown Princess. If, at this stage of events, the King still cannot see that the Crown Princess sneaked out of the palace tonight to save her son, then he is unworthy of being a ruler.
This leads to the fifth question: How did the Crown Princess, who was in the inner palace, know that her son had returned? And how did she know that something would happen to him tonight?
Zhang Dequan glanced weakly at the king. Based on my understanding of the king, he might suspect that the crown princess had deliberately lured him out to set him up.
But honestly, even if you don't care about the girl, you won't fall for such a big scam.
Zhang Dequan, if you have the guts, say it out loud.
No, I'm a eunuch, I'm impotent, I won't say.
The king closed his eyes, seemingly suppressing the overwhelming rage within him. No one knew whether this rage stemmed more from the crown princess or from the assassin.
"We'll deal with her slowly when we get back!" the king spat out through gritted teeth.
Zhang Dequan had followed the king for many years and had his own criteria for judging the king's anger level. The fact that the king could wait until he returned to deal with the crown princess showed that although the king was on the verge of exploding, he had not yet gone berserk.
This is probably because... the king didn't know he was bald.
Zhang Dequan silently withdrew his gaze, deciding to wait for the king to discover it himself; he didn't want to be the one to expose the king's last shred of decency.
Zhang Dequan looked at the driver.
The driver's body stiffened. "Damn it! If you won't tell, I won't tell either!"
The king said coldly, "Have you figured out the assassin's martial arts style?"
The coachman respectfully replied, "Your Majesty, the first two sword strikes the assassin used seemed to be from the Tang Clan. However, when he fought him later, he used a very common sword technique from the martial arts world, which almost every swordsman knows."
So what else doesn't the ruler understand?
At first, the assassin didn't know who was in the carriage and used his most ruthless swordsmanship. Later, he probably recognized him and wanted to hide his identity, so he switched to a swordsmanship that everyone in the martial arts world knew.
Unfortunately, those two moves were enough to expose him.
The coachman continued, "Your Majesty, as far as I know, only the Han family in Shengdu has hired a disciple of the Tang Clan as a guest minister."
A dangerous glint flashed in the king's eyes.
The coachman said, "In addition, when I fought him, I found a wound on his left forearm, as if a piece of flesh had been torn off. I don't know who did it."
The king gazed coldly into the depths of the night: "The Han family!"
...
The Han family mansion.
Han Ye used his lightness skill to return to his own courtyard.
As soon as he entered the house, he collapsed to the ground in pain!
"Ye'er!"
Qi Xuan burst through the door!
Han Ye has been acting mysteriously these past two days, not telling his master Qi Xuan anything he's doing. After the family meeting tonight, Han Ye disappeared for a long time. Qi Xuan was worried and wanted to come and see if he had returned.
I never expected to witness this scene.
He helped Han Ye, who had fallen to the ground, to a chair and sat him down.
Han Ye's left forearm was stiff, his face was pale, and he was sweating profusely, enduring immense pain.
He was unharmed after fighting two experts, but the wound inflicted by the gyrfalcon was becoming increasingly painful.
He was a martial artist, and injuries were common for him. At first, he didn't pay attention and just bandaged himself up haphazardly.
But when the blood-stained strips of cloth were forcibly torn from the wound, he realized that his injury was not so simple.
"What happened to your arm?" Qi Xuan asked, supporting his left forearm.
Han Ye said with a pale face, "I was bitten by an eagle."
Qi Xuan frowned: "What kind of eagle bit so deeply?"
It's so deep you can see the bone!
Realizing something, Qi Xuan asked again, "Wait a minute, how did you get bitten by an eagle?"
He is the number one expert of this generation in Shengdu!
"It was my carelessness," Han Ye said, sweating profusely. "This is not the time to talk about this, Master. You may need to go into hiding for a while."
"What is it?" Qi Xuan asked, opening a drawer and taking out medicinal wine and wound medicine. "Bear with it, I'll treat your injuries first."
Han Ye closed his eyes briefly and said, "I'll talk about my injuries later... I might have exposed the Tang Clan's swordsmanship tonight... They'll find out soon... I'm worried that you, Master, will be implicated..."
Qi Xuan looked at Han Ye, who was dressed in black, and said seriously, "Ye'er, even now you still won't trust me? I won't leave until you explain what happened clearly."
Han Ye was torn between his inner thoughts and his master's words. The Crown Prince's instructions were still vivid in his mind, but his master was also a very important person to him.
He eventually revealed the mission he was on.
Qi Xuan sneered: "So, this is why Nangong Li entered the palace in the first place. The Crown Prince said nice things, that he didn't want to involve the Han family, but in the end, he still dragged the Han family's heir into it."
Han Ye said, "Master, you should go out and hide for a while."
Qi Xuan sighed, "There's no escaping it now. You were caught red-handed by the King for killing the Crown Prince today. It would have been fine if the King hadn't recognized you, but didn't both the King and Eunuch Zhang recognize you? From this moment on, not even a fly can escape the inner city of Shengdu."
Han Ye clenched his fists in frustration.
Qi Xuan asked, "Outsiders don't know that I taught you swordsmanship, do they?"
Han Ye shook his head: "My master secretly taught me martial arts and told me not to even tell my father. I haven't mentioned it to anyone. They all think I'm just learning hidden weapons from you."
Qi Xuan said, "Although suspicion may still fall on you, I will try my best."
Han Ye: "Master!"
Qi Xuan smiled and said, "I will leave the Han family today. After that, do not contact me or try to find me."
"it's useless."
Uncle Han Yong strode in.
Han Ye's expression changed: "Second Uncle!"
Han Yong said, "I heard everything you said. Now, do you want to hear what I have to say?"
Qi Xuan asked, "Has something happened outside?"
Han Yong said solemnly, "Just now, my father and Ye'er's grandfather were summoned to the palace."
Both of their expressions changed.
They had guessed that the king might take some action, but they hadn't expected him to act so quickly.
Han Yong said earnestly, "This is no longer something that a mere guest of the Tang Clan can handle. The assassination attempt on the eldest grandson of the emperor was unsuccessful, but the emperor's anger will not be appeased unless a member of the Han family is killed. Even if it wasn't the Han family who did this, the emperor will still hold the Han family accountable!"
As he spoke, he looked at Han Ye and asked, "Which two moves did you use?"
A sense of foreboding welled up in Han Ye's heart: "Second Uncle..."
Han Yong grabbed Han Ye's left hand, examined his wound carefully, and suddenly pulled out a dagger, cutting off a piece of flesh from his own left forearm that perfectly matched his wound!
Han Ye's expression changed drastically: "Second Uncle!"
Han Yong tore off a piece of his hem to wrap around his wound, and said with suppressed emotion, "Teach me, which two moves?"
Han Ye's throat tightened, his eyes reddened, and he shook his head, choking back tears: "I won't teach... I won't teach..."
Han Yong stopped dawdling with his nephew, turned to look at Qi Xuan, his eyes firm and resolute: "Thank you for your trouble, Master Qi."
Han Ye roared, his eyes red and swollen: "Master! No!"
His father was busy with official duties, and he was raised by his second uncle from a young age. In his heart, his second uncle was a closer person than his father.
He didn't want his second uncle to take the blame for him, and he didn't want to watch his second uncle go to his death!
This is worse than letting him die!
Qi Xuan stared intently at Han Yong: "Even if you take the blame, you might not be able to save the entire Han family."
Han Yong nodded: "I know."
"Alright, I'll teach you." As soon as Qi Xuan finished speaking, he pressed Han Ye's acupoint with his backhand, drew his sword, and went to the courtyard. "Watch closely!"
(End of this chapter)
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