Her guards

Chapter 82 The Busyness of Inquiry

Is what they say true, but people can't be trusted?

What does it mean?
So, should we believe or not?
Just as Xiuyi was about to ask another question, another Xiuyi rushed in from outside.

"Captain," he said in a low voice, "Duke Ding'an did not go to the Jingzhao Prefecture, but went directly to the Yichun Marquis's residence."

Previously, Duke Ding'an said he would report to the authorities and let the women in embroidered robes leave, promising to visit and thank them another day.

Wei Jiao, of course, refused to leave: "Your Excellency, there's no need for such formalities. I'll keep watch for you while you go and report to the authorities."

Duke Ding'an dared not and could not drive the men away, so he could only say thank you to the Commandant and hurriedly left with his men.

Wei Jiao curled his lip: "I knew this wasn't just a secret of the Duke of Ding'an's family."

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“Yang Bin, even my sons are not allowed to barge into my dormitory in the middle of the night.”

Marquis Yichun, dressed in his nightgown with his hair down, sat at his desk, covering his eyes with his hands.

His voice was weary, yet imposing.

“My Chai family is kind to others, and we don’t owe your family anything.”

Duke Ding'an stood in the hall, his face pale and his spirit broken.

The Marquis of Yichun's voice came in through his left ear, went out through his right ear, and was repeated in his mind.

Be kind to others.

Is forcing someone to die in a gentle and pleasant manner considered being kind?
No debt?

If he truly owed nothing, he would be living here now, surrounded by servants, and addressed as "Lord Yang Bin"!

I don't know if it's because I was so frightened earlier, but suddenly I don't feel scared anymore.

Not only did the Duke of Ding'an think about it, he also said it aloud: "They owe my family."

Marquis Yichun slammed his hand, which was covering his eyes, onto the table. His cloudy eyes stared intently at Duke Ding'an as he asked, "What do you mean by this? Do you really want my family to owe you something?"

The Duke of Ding'an shuddered, half of his resentment dissipated, leaving only half of his fear. The scene of corpses and blood on the street just moments before had transformed into the Duke of Ding'an's mansion.

But things had come to this point, so he gritted his teeth and said, "I'm telling you, Wei Jiao was also present this time. We can't hide it anymore. Even if you kill us all, how will you explain it to His Majesty!"

Marquis Yichun frowned: "What do you mean?"

Having spoken his mind, Ding'an Gong unleashed all the pent-up grievances, fear, and resentment he had harbored throughout the night, fiercely questioning, "I dare not imagine what the Marquis means!" "What exactly do you want from us, Marquis?" "I asked you before, and you said you would do as I said." "You didn't say anything, and now you've suddenly taken action like this." "What are we supposed to do?"

His voice was urgent and indistinct, and the Marquis of Yichun's ears were ringing. He couldn't hear anything clearly, so he could only raise his hand and slam the table again: "Shut up!"

As soon as the word "stop" was spoken, footsteps seemed to be heard both inside and outside the room, accompanied by flashes of swords.

The Duke of Ding'an's crying stopped abruptly.

Marquis Yichun is surrounded by countless secret guards.

The night was dark and the lights inside were dim. He couldn't see anyone rushing in, but he could feel the murderous intent all around him, and a chill ran down his spine.

If the Marquis of Yichun wants him dead, then he will probably die like this, and no one can save him.

Although it was just said that Wei Jiao discovered it, and His Majesty couldn't hide it from him, he's already dead, so there's no use in His Majesty avenging him.

He had experienced this kind of despair before.

At that time, his father was still alive. He glared at Yichun Hou, pointing his cane at him and cursing him. He was standing to the side and could really feel the murderous intent surrounding him.

At that moment, he thought that he and his father would never leave alive.

Thank goodness, thank goodness, my sister backed down, and we didn't all get dragged down with her...

But now that child has arrived, this is going to drag everyone down again...

"My lord," the Duke of Ding'an wept, "what are you going to do? Tell me! Or do you want us all dead before you'll be at peace?"

Marquis Yichun slammed his hand on the table again: "Yang Bin, wake up and stop talking nonsense."

Judging from this, it's not as simple as another young lady coming to the house to be a study companion.

Marquis Yichun stood up, frowning. "Who wants to kill you?"

Duke Ding'an looked at him, seemingly puzzled. Was this a rhetorical question or a direct question?

He gritted his teeth and asked directly, "Didn't you, Lord Marquis, order the assassination of that child?"

That child?
Although the Marquis of Yichun was old, he immediately understood who was being referred to when he suddenly heard someone without a name or surname.

Assault and murder?

He walked around the table and stood in front of Duke Ding'an. Although he was an old man, he reached out and lifted Duke Ding'an up. "Speak, what exactly happened?"

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Wei Jiao tilted his head slightly.

The capital city was quiet in the middle of the night.

Because of the embroidered-clothes blockade, there were no patrolling soldiers here, and even the watchmen were driven away, so the sound of the watchman's drum could not be heard.

But the night was not quiet; subtle, dense disturbances seemed to be gathering in the distance.

Wei Jiao withdrew his gaze. Several embroidered-robed soldiers were carefully examining the corpse. The streets had also been searched inch by inch by the embroidered-robed soldiers, leaving no trace unchecked, and they were searching more places based on the traces.

"Captain, the body has been examined," a man in embroidered robes stepped forward and said. "There are no markings on the body, clothing, or weapons."

Wei Jiao glanced at the corpses in front of him: "They're assassins, that's normal."

He looked up at the street.

"It's actually worth it to mobilize so many assassins."

He seemed to see Miss Yang sitting on the ground, covered in blood, again.

She looked at him, smiled at him with a bloodshot face, and reached out her hand to him.

"Wei Jiao, just take me away."

Wei Jiao kicked the corpse beneath him aside and shattered the illusory figure in front of him.

"This bastard definitely needs more manpower."

The chaotic sounds of footsteps and horses' hooves approached from the street, breaking the tranquility of the night. A guard in embroidered robes hurried over and said, "Captain, the Imperial Guards are here."

Before the words were finished, a rough shout came from outside the previously closed embroidered guard room.

"Wei Jiao, there has been a murder here. We have been ordered to come."

The Embroidered-Robe Officer was acting on imperial orders to handle the case, and the Commander of the Imperial Guards was also ordered to be in charge of the security of the capital, so they were indeed qualified to intervene.

Wei Jiao waved his hand, and the embroidered-clothed men stepped aside. A group of soldiers in bright red brocade robes walked over, led by a man with a full beard and a tall stature that seemed to burst the brocade robes.

"Brother Che Ji," Wei Jiao greeted with a smile, "you're personally handling the duties?"

Wei Jiao looked pleasing to the eye, but his words were indeed disheartening. Che Ji looked annoyed and started calling him "brother." How could he be old? He was only a few years older than Wei Jiao. What did he mean by "personally doing the job"? It made Che Ji sound like he was neglecting his duties.

Although he didn't personally patrol the night, he would sleep in the government office when he was on duty.

"The Ding'an Public Security Bureau has reported the case. We'll handle these thugs who are harming the people." He didn't dare say more. If he really got into an argument with Wei Jiao, who knew what kind of crazy thing he might do? "Captain Wei, hurry up and get on with your business."

Wei Jiao chuckled: "Commander Che, don't be modest. How could the Duke of Ding'an possibly order you around? Although you don't come from a prestigious family, your grandfather and father's contributions to His Majesty are extraordinary."

This kid's words are always both pleasant and unpleasant, and they're full of ill intentions. Che Ji laughed twice, but didn't reply. He waved his hand to signal the guards: "Go and check the corpse."

Wei Jiao didn't stop them, and even said warmly, "You've come at the right time. I've already collected the bodies, so you'll save some trouble."

You were the one who drove away the city patrol guards and imposed martial law here, so the Jingzhao Prefecture didn't dare to come over. Now you're acting like you're helping others and saving them trouble. Che Ji thought to himself, "It's better to avoid trouble." He didn't expose the situation, but instead thanked the guards. Then he shouted at them, "What are you dawdling for! Get to work! Can't you understand human language?" He was making a veiled attack.

Wei Jiao smiled but seemed not to understand either, and took his leave.

Watching the dark clouds disappear into the night, Che Ji breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that the kid would stay and refuse to leave.

He looked at the corpses on the street and waved his hand in a deep voice.

"Pack them all up and take them with you."

"Clean up the streets."

"Move quickly."

"Did the watchmen bring it?"

"Prepare to sound the alarm and catch the thief."

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"This man surnamed Che is a man of the Marquis of Yichun."

One of the women in embroidered clothes said, glancing back at what was behind her.

"The Commandant is right. This matter is indeed related to the Marquis of Yichun. He directly mobilized the Che family."

Wei Jiao pursed his lips, about to say something, when the sound of galloping hooves came from behind, and another group of embroidered-clad men came galloping in.

This is the group of people who are following the trail in different directions.

The Imperial Guard took over the long street, but Wei Jiao did not withdraw his investigations from other places.

"Captain, we've found some more corpses." The embroidered-robed leader stepped forward, pausing here, "However, the corpses are a bit strange."

(End of this chapter)