After the replacement marriage, I was forced to fight at home

Here, Chu Yong led the people from Prince Rui's Mansion and Zhou Yu and ran all the way, but the whole way was filled with cliffs and there was no road at all.

After much difficulty, they met a man running down the mountain. When he heard the soldiers' questions, his face was filled with panic.

Chu Yong didn't have time to say more. He just took out a silver ingot and asked him to take everyone to the bottom of the cliff. If they found the person, he would give him ten times the money.

When did the mountain runner see so much silver? He thought that the road was indeed difficult to walk on and it was a winding one. Normally, even experienced mountain runners like them would not go to the bottom of the cliff.

But it’s different if you have silver. Let alone ten ingots, even this one ingot is enough for the whole family to eat and drink for a lifetime.

Before the runner could nod, Chu Yong hugged him to his chest. The runner felt dizzy and quickly grabbed the mane, "Sir, slow down, slow down, don't some of you rush to the front?"

Chu Yong was stunned. "What did you say? Who's in front?"

"About two quarters of an hour ago, I went up the mountain with my nephew to collect mountain products. I was the one behind him packing the baskets, and he went down first, carrying the baskets on his back. I saw that it was a group of soldiers who stopped him. He just shouted at me, asking me to go back first, and he wanted to take those officials to the bottom of the cliff to look for someone."

"how many people?"

"A lot, at least more than you have. Sir, who are you looking for? I and my nephew have a family to support, so nothing will happen, right?" The old man's voice was filled with tears.

Chu Yong frowned. Two quarters of an hour, two quarters of an hour. From the moment the prince fell off the cliff to the moment he came here, it was less than two quarters of an hour. Who made the plan in advance? It seemed that this was not an accident at all. Someone must have done it on purpose.

The people the old man was talking about were definitely not there to save the prince. They were afraid that the prince would not...

When Chu Yong thought of this, his heart became even more anxious. He exerted force with his legs, and the horse let out a long neigh and rushed out like an arrow from a bow.

Mingfu followed closely behind. His horse was not as fast as Chu Yong's. He could even hear the horse's wheezing, but he couldn't stop. Just now, when he saw the Second Master being dragged down the cliff by the frightened horse, Mingfu felt that his heartbeat had stopped. If it weren't for the chief guard of the Rui Palace shouting to go down the cliff, he would not have reacted.

While arranging for Mingxi to stay on the mountain road to observe the situation, he sent people to the mausoleum of the prince's mother to inform the sixth son. After watching Chu Yong instruct people to be dispatched from the Ruiwang Mansion and the Shenjunwang Mansion, he prayed to all the gods he could think of.

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"Your Majesty, why don't you go back first? I'm afraid there will be no movement here for a while." The chief historian of Prince Jing's mansion stepped forward and said respectfully.

King Jing waved his hand and gently stroked his beautifully trimmed beard. "We have to wait until the Crown Prince comes. Even if he doesn't come, we have to wait for a letter to come up from the bottom of the cliff. Only then can I go back and report to my father."

The chief secretary thought for a moment and said softly, "If this matter is accomplished today, I'm afraid the emperor will not take it kindly."

King Jing smiled coldly, "So what? This is an accident. Even if the man who frightened the horse is one of mine, it was the Crown Prince's idea to come and celebrate the late Queen's birthday. And he was the one who called King Rui. I just happened to meet him. No one would suspect me. This is just an accident, just like the second and fifth brothers, they were all accidents."

The chief secretary smiled slightly, "God helps the prince. He has achieved his goal with such a simple method. Now that the prince has lost the help of Prince Rui, it will be easier for us to arrange things."

Prince Jing narrowed his eyes, "Don't be careless. The people in the Eastern Palace have been very active recently, especially with Prince Li, Prince Shang, and the newly appointed Prince Anle. We must keep a close eye on them, especially Prince Anle."

"Don't worry, Your Majesty. We have asked someone to keep an eye on it. A few days ago, the Crown Princess sent a message, but Princess Anle rejected it. From what I know, I'm afraid they haven't made any contact."

King Jing nodded and said, "Don't be careless. The emperor is already at the end of his strength. Although I don't want to use extraordinary means, if necessary, I don't mind seeing blood."

The Chief Secretary looked at King Jing's fierce gaze as he looked down the cliff and nodded slightly.

Just as King Jing was about to get back on his carriage, a soldier ran over hurriedly with a pigeon in his hand.

"Your Highness, this is a carrier pigeon." The chief secretary took it from the soldier.

"Where did it come from?"

The soldier pointed to something not far away and said, "It flew up from over there and was shot down by the little one."

King Jing looked at the white cloth bag tied to the pigeon's leg, narrowed his eyes slightly, and signaled the chief secretary to open it.

The Chief Secretary untied it and shook it gently. It was a small piece of cloth, probably torn from the inner garment. There was red handwriting on it, and a smell of blood. However, what was written on it were not words, but some symbols that looked like tadpoles.

"What is this?" King Jing was puzzled.

The chief secretary had never seen it before either. He flipped through it and looked puzzled. "I haven't seen it before either. Could it be Sanskrit or some special language?"

King Jing pulled it over, held it under his nose and sniffed it, saying, "No matter what is written, it must have been done by Lao Liu, if not him then that Zhou Yu. It seems they are still alive, send more people down and search carefully for me."

After saying that, he threw the strip of cloth fiercely into Changshi's hand. He was really lucky. He was fine after falling from such a height and he could even write something like this.

On second thought, he wrote a letter for help but made it so that others couldn't understand it. What did this mean? This meant that he was afraid that the piece of cloth would fall into the hands of others. Who was this other person? Wasn't he protecting himself? It seemed that Lao Liu knew that all this was his doing.

King Jing paced beside the carriage with his hands behind his back. He was a smart man. He realized in such a short time that this was not an accident. It's a pity that you followed the wrong person. If you had sided with me at the beginning, this would not have happened.

In this case, I will not let you come up again. It doesn't matter. Even if the prince arrives soon, as long as I find you down there, I will always have a chance to attack you. And the people who went to the Ruiwang Mansion and the Shenjunwang Mansion to report the news are still unknown, so you just wait patiently.

Mingxi, hiding behind the soldiers of Prince Jing's Mansion, was looking at everything in front of him and was extremely anxious. Seeing that the Chief Secretary of Prince Jing's Mansion sent another team of soldiers to the front, Mingxi really wanted to go with them, but when he thought about what his brother had told him, he had to stand there honestly.

The Chief Secretary handed the cloth strip to a guard who looked high-ranking beside him. The guard walked over and tried to roll it up a few times but failed to do it properly and a gust of wind blew it away.

Mingxi looked at the scribbles on the cloth, and thought that it was found on the pigeon they shot, and was immediately surprised and happy. Although he didn't recognize what was written on it, he knew that it was something that the second young master often practiced, and it was taught to him by the second grandmother, called English.

He and his brother had looked at it and thought, what is English? Could it be Eagle language? He really couldn't figure it out. Those little bean-like symbols connected together actually had other meanings. This was really interesting.

Mingxi suppressed his excitement. What should he say after seeing this? This means that the second young master is fine, at least his life is not in danger. But King Jing was unmoved after seeing this. Not only did he kill the pigeon, he also had the cloth put away and sent more people to go down. He did not even try to find out the meaning of the words on the cloth. This was not good news.

Mingxi swallowed the words that were stuck in his throat. No, he had to find a way to get the strip of cloth and then go back to find the second young lady.

Thinking about my brother's arrangement just now, not many people came with me today. A few followed the Rui Palace down the cliff to look for it, a few went to look for Liuzi, and two followed the Rui Palace back to Beijing to report the news. I was the only one here, without even a helper. How could I get the cloth strip?

Just as Mingxi was thinking about whether to create an accident, the sound of a carriage was heard in the distance.

King Jing was dozing in the carriage, and suddenly opened his eyes. Why was there a carriage sound? Whether it was the Crown Prince, or someone from Old Six's Mansion or Prince Shen's Mansion, they should all be riding horses, and it couldn't be so fast, especially for Prince Rui's Mansion and Prince Shen's Mansion. The news couldn't be reported back at all.

Before King Jing could ask, the chief secretary came over hastily, wiping the sweat from his forehead, and said, "Your Highness, a group of people has arrived from the west. It seems that there are five horse-drawn carriages, ox-drawn carts, and people on horseback. There are quite a few people."

King Jing sat up and asked, "What are you wearing?"

“Not the people.”

Not a commoner? Then he must be a person of official position? Coming from the west, not from the capital, could it be that some wealthy family is visiting relatives or returning home?

"Go and find out."

After a while, the chief secretary came back, followed by three people: an elegant middle-aged man, a young man dressed as a soldier, and a man who looked like a butler.

"Your subject Wang Boyuan greets Prince Jing."

Wang Boyuan? King Jing was stunned. After a moment's thought, he realized that it was him who had returned.

The general standing behind Wang Boyuan bowed and said, "I am the deputy assistant of the Zhenning Xuanfu Envoy. I am ordered by Lord Wu to escort Lord Wang back to the capital."

Deputy Assistant Director of the Zhenning Xuanfu Envoy? Lord Wu? King Jing looked puzzled. After the Chief Secretary hurriedly stepped forward and whispered a few words, King Jing nodded and stepped forward to help Wang Boyuan up.

"Lord Wang, you have come a long way and it must be very tiring. Can your family come back with you?"

Wang Boyuan responded respectfully and exchanged a few polite words.

King Jing sighed, "Something unexpected happened today, so this is not the time to reminisce about the past. When you are settled, I will prepare some wine, and we can have a quick chat over a glass of wine."

Wang Boyuan said he dared not, and when he saw that King Jing had no intention of explaining what had happened and had no intention of asking them for help, he bowed and took his leave.

Here, Mingxi watched from afar, asking around to find out who those people were. The soldier said impatiently, "Who knows? Since the prince has seen them, they must be high officials."

A high-ranking official? What kind of high-ranking official? Mingxi watched the carriages passing by him one after another.

A gust of wind blew up the curtain of the third carriage. A woman was looking over here and her eyes met Mingxi's.

Why does it look so familiar? I feel like I've seen it somewhere before. Who is it? Mingxi opened his mouth and slapped his head hard, trying to think.

Seeing that the carriage was about to leave, the woman seemed to realize something and leaned forward to look at him intently. Mingxi suddenly remembered who that woman was.