Chapter 593: Arresting people! Of course I will use the majority to bully the minority

Chapter 593: Arresting people! Of course I will use the majority to bully the minority

Chapter 593: Arresting people! Of course I will use the majority to bully the minority
"This this……"

When Earl Yuanshan heard Zhao Duan's question, his face became visibly panicked.

The rest of the family members in the yard were also nervous.

How could they not know how terrifying and fierce the King of Hell was?

What's more, the person who led the team today was the mysterious Baimian Jisi who was only known to represent Zhao Duan. Therefore, Zhao Duan's light questions sounded as heavy as a mountain in the ears of everyone.

"I wonder why the police came to my house?" Earl Yuanshan insisted.

Zhao Duan just smiled and didn't respond. Instead, he walked straight into the hall and sat down on the chair where Xu Wenyan had just sat. He used his fingers to feel the temperature of the teacup and said softly:
"Prince Hejian was here just now? What did he say to the Earl?"

Earl Yuanshan did not dare to sit down, but stood with his hands behind his back and explained hurriedly:

"I didn't say anything, just chatted about family matters, asked about the family situation, and talked about some old stories about my acquaintance with his father in the past."

This was not an interrogation room, but Count Toyama still retold everything that had been said during the conversation.

Zhao Duan said "yes" and smiled:
"Old things, that's collusion."

Count Yuanshan was horrified, his face turned visibly pale, his lips turned blue, his thighs trembled, and he almost fell to his knees.

The family members behind him seemed to be strangled by the neck, with a look of despair on their faces.

"No, no...no..." At this moment, Count Yuanshan was as timid as a child.

"Haha, just joking." In the nearly dead silence, Zhao Duan laughed, stood up, dusted off his robe, and spoke in an unusually gentle tone:
"Your Excellency, do not panic. Although the Prince of Hejian is the son of a rebel king, he is here for peace talks and is therefore an honored guest. We are only following His Majesty's orders to understand the situation. Since you only talked about some insignificant things, we will take our leave now. Sorry for bothering you."

After saying these words, Zhao Duan took one last look at the gift boxes in the room, then turned around and walked out without hesitation, waving his hand:

"withdraw!"

The imperial guards from Lihua Hall responded and followed him away. The group of people came quickly and left even faster.

When the figure disappeared, Earl Yuanshan's legs softened and he fell into the chair with a thump. His family members, who had been silent as a mouse, gathered around him in panic, "Master..."

Count Yuanshan's eyes were blank and he felt his back was wet.

After just a few words of exchange, his clothes on the back were already soaked with sweat.

Coming back to his senses, he looked at the precious gift box in the room and felt like he was looking at a pile of hot potatoes. He said without hesitation:

"Quickly send these gifts to the imperial court! Then, claim to be sick and stay at home. Then, refuse to see any guests until the delegation leaves! Also, do not reveal a single word of what happened today to the outside world! Do you hear me?"

……

After leaving the Earl's Mansion, Zhao Duan got back into the carriage and continued to slowly follow Xu Wenyan's route.

This time, they came to the residence of Marquis Qinghe.

Still waiting until Xu Wenyan and his group walked away, Zhao Duan emerged from the darkness and aggressively broke into the Marquis's mansion with his men.

Marquis Qinghe is a middle-aged man in his prime and well-maintained.

Seeing a group of living devils coming in, he was not as panicked and nervous as Count Yuanshan. However, the slight changes in his expression and body movements revealed that his heart was not as calm as he appeared.

"Mr. Bai Ji has come to my house, but I am sorry for not welcoming you. I wonder what's the matter?"

Marquis Qinghe took the initiative to invite Zhao Duan to sit down and spoke first.

Zhao Duan stroked the pure white mask on his face with his fingers and said with a smile:

"I heard that the prince of Hejian came to your residence early in the morning, and I was ordered to track the whereabouts of the envoy."

Marquis Qinghe said calmly:
"The Prince of Hejian is plotting rebellion, so logically I shouldn't meet his son. But now that we are at the stage of peace talks, and the prince has come to see me with courtesy, I put the overall situation first, so I just greeted him out of courtesy. It was all polite talk, but I'm going to disappoint the officer."

Zhao Duan smiled and said:

"I understand, I understand. I believe that the Marquis, a nobleman whom Your Majesty relies on, will never interfere in the peace talks, and Your Majesty will not misunderstand."

This time, the two of them sat and talked nonsense for a longer time, without getting angry the whole time. After Zhao Duan patted his butt, he got up and left.

The well-maintained Marquis Qinghe finally felt relieved. It was difficult for him to maintain his confident attitude, and his palms were sweaty.

He sighed in fear, glanced at the precious Western gifts on the valuable carpet on the floor, and called the servants:

"Send these to the imperial court."

……

Most of the nobles in the capital gathered in the North City, and at this moment, after leaving the Marquis' Mansion, Xu Wenyan's motorcade headed towards the residence of Duke Chen.

But he did not rush to visit the person, but stopped on a quiet street near the Duke's Mansion.

Xu Wenyan and Mr. Feng waited in the carriage for a while, and finally a soldier from the Hejian Palace came running outside and reported through the curtain:

"Reporting to the prince, there are indeed people following us, and their identities are unknown. But wherever you left, they entered immediately, and now they are in the Marquis of Qinghe's mansion."

Mr. Feng looked at the fat prince, frowning:
"I'm afraid they are also the henchmen of the imperial court. Maybe they are the same group of people who were watching Princess Yanshan yesterday."

Xu Wenyan did not show any surprise, but his eyes were clear:
"In someone else's territory, every move will be watched. We didn't expect to hide our actions today from anyone. But the other party acted so decisively, without even hiding. Every time we visited a family, these hawks and dogs came to warn them. It's really anxious."

Mr. Feng sighed and said worriedly:
"With the other party being like this, I'm afraid the nobles won't dare to disobey."

Xu Wenyan looked calm:

"Just because they don't disobey on the surface doesn't mean they won't help behind the scenes. On the contrary, the more pressure the court lackeys put on the nobles, the more nervous and worried the nobles will become, fearing that when the Eight Princes are liquidated, it will be their turn.

As long as this fear exists, there will definitely be people who would rather see the peace talks succeed. The more princes who can stay, the thinner the imperial power will be, and the more the empress will try to win them over. Thus, their position will be more stable.

On the contrary, once the external enemies are cleared, they will no longer be important. Don’t worry, we still need to visit them. The timid ones will ignore them, but the bold ones will definitely contact us.”

Mr. Feng exclaimed:

"Your Highness is very wise. It is indeed wise of the prince to send you here this time."

Xu Wenyan said self-deprecatingly:
"He just hit the jackpot by accident. Well, I also want to see what's so special about the person who ordered Sister Xuelian to be so ashamed, so I might as well wait for him."

After saying that, the fat and stupid Xu Wenyan actually took the initiative to lead Mr. Feng out of the car.

The moment he got off the car, he resumed his silly disguise.

The two of them stood in the snow, waiting.

Soon, a carriage turned out from the end of the quiet street, its wheels rolled over the ground and stopped not far away.

Hou Renmeng, who was driving the car, jumped down first and pulled open the thick windshield. Zhao Duan, who was in the car, put down the stove in his arms, first stretched out a boot, and then pulled out his body.

Then, in Xu Wenyan's vision, Zhao Duan, wearing a black cloak and a white mask, walked over slowly, guarded by his subordinates.

Because it was near a noble mansion and it was snowing, the long street, which was wide enough to accommodate three horse-drawn carriages, was empty, with only two groups of people confronting each other.

"What do you want to do by following us? Why do the imperial guards have to hide and not show up in broad daylight?"

Mr. Feng's eyes were sharp and his tone was not polite. Zhao Duan stopped and looked at him with interest. He didn't look at this great guest of the palace for long. His eyes fell on Xu Wenyan's face.

The famous stupid prince looked honest and simple, as if he was totally unaware of the tense atmosphere, and his eyes were full of curiosity.

Such acting skills... He can win a Best Actor award at the Oscars... Oh, he is Chinese, that’s a bit too much... Zhao Duan complained in his heart.

He was not surprised to be discovered by the other party. If he really cared about this, he would not have to follow so closely.

"Prince, do you recognize me?" Zhao Duan asked with a faint smile.

Mr. Feng frowned and said:

"Although you are not wearing the uniforms of an official, you are carrying swords in public. And with the signature masks of Bai Jisi, it would be unreasonable if you still cannot recognize them."

Zhao Duan finally glanced at him and said sarcastically:
"I am talking to the prince. Why do you, a subordinate, have so much to say? Is the Hejian Palace so rude? A country bumpkin with no achievements has the nerve to come and negotiate peace? Is there no one left in Xiping Dao?"

Undisguised sarcasm.

Mr. Feng looked annoyed. He was indeed from the countryside, but being publicly mocked by Zhao Duan was tantamount to humiliation.

Xu Wenyan took a step forward angrily and said in defense:
"My Lord, Mr. Feng is my master's teacher in my house. I cannot sit idly by while you humiliate my master.

What? I heard from you that you went to find Sister Xuelian yesterday and bullied her. Are you going to bully me today too?"

Zhao Duan smiled deeply and said:
"I dare not. In my Great Yu, we value respect for teachers. Since he is the prince's teacher, I should protect him. But... just now, Mr. Feng asked me why I followed him.
Well, you might as well tell Your Highness that I ordered the Yamen Jisi to supervise the capital, and checked the list of the diplomatic envoys the day before yesterday. However, we unexpectedly discovered that this Mr. Feng was related to an old theft case in the Yamen's case library. He was suspected to be a thief and fled to Xiping.

That’s why I followed him to investigate the case. Please hand this person over to me, and I will release him after I have investigated the whole case.”

It wasn't just the other party who heard this.

Hou Renmeng, Shen Juan and others were stunned.

I wondered when this happened.
After looking at each other, they realized that it was their own adults who were talking nonsense and making it up.

Hey... when the King of Hell arrests officials, isn't it a basic skill for him to fabricate charges against them?

"Nonsense!"

Mr. Feng was so angry that he almost laughed. He had thought that these people would have some clever tricks, but he didn't expect them to be so crude.

Xu Wenyan was also angry, and perfectly acted out the behavior of a disciple after his master was insulted. His face flushed and he shouted angrily:

"How can this be! You still want to slander me? Mr. Feng is the deputy envoy appointed by my father. He has a high moral character. How could he be involved in any case?"

Zhao Duan said with ill intention:

"Whether he is guilty or not, we have to arrest him and interrogate him to find out. Lao Hou, do it!"

The marquis was stunned for a moment, surprised at the adults' decisiveness.

But the title of the number one troublemaker in Lihuatang was not an exaggeration. After a moment of hesitation, he grinned with his sharp teeth, grabbed the lower back with his right hand, grasped the handle of the knife, and pulled it out with all his strength.

"Qiang!"

The sharp and bright steel knife was unsheathed, and Hou Ren took a big step forward. The steel knife in his hand rolled up the wind and snow, like a piece of chain, and chopped forward.

It seemed as if they were going to force the Xiping soldiers to retreat and forcibly capture Mr. Feng.

"You dare!"

Xu Wenyan was furious and made a gesture with his fat hands behind his back.

Immediately, a martial arts master from Xiping Road who was among the surrounding guards and disguised as a soldier in the royal palace suddenly stomped on the ground and rushed out like a tiger or leopard, while the long sword at his waist stabbed out like a poisonous tongue.

"Woo-"

In the cold wind, the sword cut through the air, as if pulling out two faint streams of air.

Then they collided violently, and the warrior's energy followed the collision of weapons, making a mournful sound of metal.

Hou Renmeng and the Xipingdao swordsman felt a numbness in their waists almost at the same time. Their arms felt as if they had been electrified. They took two steps back. With the two of them as the center, the thin layer of snow on the ground spread out in a ring shape.

In just one collision, Hou Renmeng took the advantage of the main attack, but he retreated more steps.

It is undoubtedly at a disadvantage.

"He is a master..."

Hou Renmeng's face flushed red, and this time he gathered all his strength. After releasing his strength, he shot out like an arrow, opening and closing the steel knife, and the knife energy weaved a large net. Although his swordsmanship was far inferior to Lang Shiba's, he had already stepped into the ranks of masters whether in the imperial army or in the martial arts world.

Obviously, Lao Hou's martial arts have also improved in the past two years.

However, in the end, the swordsman from Xiping Dao had greater attainments in martial arts, and facing Hou Renmeng's fierce attacks, he blocked them one by one with the long sword in his hand, appearing to be quite at ease.

He smiled coldly, shook his head and thought to himself that the imperial guards in the capital were no better than this. Who said that the people in the martial arts world could not defeat the "regular army"?
He had fought his way out of the martial arts world after going through bloody battles, and was fortunate enough to catch the eye of King Hejian and be invited into the palace as a martial arts guest. Today, he stepped into the capital to display his swordsmanship, and his blood was boiling, as if he was ready to chop down the marquis.

"Sir, the old marquis can't hold on any longer." Shen Juan said in a low voice.

Zhao Duan glanced at him unhappily and said:
"Then what are you guys still standing there for?"

Shen Juan and the other Jinyi were stunned for a moment, then they grinned grimly and put their hands on their waists in unison.

Accompanied by the continuous sound of swords being drawn, everyone rushed forward and in just a moment, the Xiping swordsman was beaten to the point of vomiting blood and retreating.

"You have no moral principles! You are bullying the minority with your numbers!"

Xu Wenyan widened his eyes, stunned by Zhao Duan’s shamelessness.

Zhao Duan looked surprised under the mask, staring at him with some confusion:
"This isn't a duel. I'm trying to catch a criminal. Who would fight you one-on-one?"

Xu Wenyan was speechless.

At this time, seeing that Mr. Feng was really about to be captured, the other palace guards also looked at the prince, wondering whether to take action.

But they didn't bring enough people with them when they came out to visit the nobles today. Even if a fight really broke out, they would probably be defeated.

"What on earth are you going to do?"

Xu Wenyan finally couldn't pretend anymore and stared at the white-faced police officer.

Zhao Duan raised his hand, ordered his men to stop attacking, and said with a smile:
“Just following the law.”

Xu Wenyan said angrily:

"I am here to negotiate peace. Your Majesty, do you want to put my people in jail before we negotiate peace?"

After a pause, the fat prince suddenly said calmly:
"Or does the imperial court think that we have no bargaining chips in this peace negotiation?"

Zhao Duan narrowed his eyes: "Oh?"

Xu Wenyan looked towards the horizon dimly: "The news should be coming soon."

(End of this chapter)