Who says the prince is weak and can't take care of himself?

Qi Xiao and Cao Weishan entered the palace, leaving Pei Hao scowling at the still warm corpse. Not long after, his subordinates came to report that the other one could not be saved, which made Pei Hao even more worried.

Although Qi Xiao's method is feasible, dog-eat-dog will not solve the problem. If he can leave the person alive and take him to court, he can still find the flaws. But now as long as the servants of the Luo Mansion deny their crimes, Pei Hao really has no choice.

Pei Hao said to his subordinates, "Keep the news secret and have the doctor continue to work. Make sure everyone else thinks the man is still alive."

"Yes, my lord."

When Pei Hao turned around, he found Chi Yue squatting next to the corpse. He had put on a pair of gloves and was touching the corpse's face for a long time.

"what happened?"

Chi Yue raised his head and smiled at Pei Hao: "Master Pei, please give me half an incense stick of time."

"...Okay." Pei Hao didn't understand what Chi Yue was up to, but he was Qi Xiao's man, so Pei Hao couldn't interfere. In just a few words, Chi Yue had guessed about 70% to 80% of the two men's origins. While this still needed to be verified, it was enough to impress Pei Hao.

Pei Hao took Zong Sheng to the East Market, and he came back half an incense stick later. He then asked Pei Hao for an empty room. When he came out half an hour later, he had changed his appearance, which shocked Pei Hao.

"This, this, this..." This is clearly the face of the dead bandit!

The man was already dead when he was brought in. Pei Hao had never seen what he looked like when he was alive, but after seeing Chi Yue, he firmly believed that this was what he looked like!

Pei Hao was not well versed in the mystical arts of the Jianghu, and the art of disguise was a particularly mysterious one. Few had truly witnessed it, and even those who had would be unable to recognize it. Even within the Dali Temple, there were those skilled in unusual and ingenious techniques, but their disguises were more like changing clothes, not transforming one person into another.

But right before Pei Hao's eyes, Chi Yue had transformed into a completely different person. Not only his appearance, but his entire temperament was completely different.

Chi Yue originally had a handsome appearance. At first glance, he looked to be no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, at most twenty years old. He always had a smile on his face, looking innocent and cheerful, with cleverness in his eyes, and he looked smart and clever.

But the person standing in front of Pei Hao now had a rough and fierce aura all over his body, and his eyes were dark and gloomy. When he looked at people, he naturally made people feel afraid. He looked like someone who was not easy to provoke. If he had a knife in his hand, he would be so ferocious that he would kill someone every ten steps.

"Master Pei, please take me to the prison to confront the servants of the Nara Palace."

As soon as Chi Yue opened his mouth, his voice changed. It became deep and slightly hoarse. Even his accent was similar to that of another person. He was simply... simply... a god!

Not only was Pei Hao stunned, but even Zong Sheng stared at him in disbelief. The disguise techniques taught by the Five Capitals were far more sophisticated than the superficial skills of the outer sects, but they were far from enough to achieve Chi Yue's current appearance. This must be a secret technique of the Tiance Camp.

When Zong Sheng went out to buy things just now, he knew what Chi Yue was going to do, but after seeing it with his own eyes, he was still shocked.

Chi Yue walked up to Zong Sheng and said in his natural voice, "I'll have to trouble you to do it yourself later. You have to make the show as good as possible."

When he heard Chi Yue's voice, Zong Sheng truly believed that he was Chi Yue and not the bandit who had faked his death.

Chi Yue smiled, his eyebrows curved, and he looked like Chi Yue. He leaned close to Zong Sheng's ear and added, "Don't be reluctant to hit me. No matter how much resentment there was in the past, you can get rid of it all at once. This opportunity is rare and there will be no more in the future."

Zong Sheng looked at Chi Yue and frowned deeply.

Pei Hao understood what Chi Yue meant and said hurriedly, "I'll have someone prepare a basin of pig's blood."

Chi Yue raised his hand to stop him: "Master Pei, there's no need for that. Pig blood has a different smell. If that servant has some ability, our efforts will be in vain. He is our only clue. If anything goes wrong, I will not be able to explain to you."

Pei Hao knew that His Majesty had given Qi Xiao the order to transfer to the Tiance Battalion, but Chi Yue and Zong Sheng had always been by Qi Xiao's side, calling him "Master." Pei Hao had no idea of ​​his Tiance Battalion identity and simply assumed he was Qi Xiao's personal guard. He was impressed that Qi Xiao had been able to recruit such a remarkable figure in Fuzhou.

"...Okay." Pei Hao nodded, "Then I'll have to inconvenience you."

"Master Pei, what are you talking about? It's my job."

Before being taken to prison, Chi Yue did something that shocked both Pei Hao and Zong Sheng. He stripped the bandit's clothes and put them on himself, even his shoelaces, socks, and even his hair tie. The deceased's clothes were burned, a sign of bad luck, but Chi Yue seemed oblivious. Now, all Chi Yue had to do was lie down on the ground, and he was clearly the deceased bandit, without a doubt.

Chi Yue looked at Pei Hao: "Master Pei, it's done."

"Ah...ah! This way."

Chi Yue stood still, raised his hands and stretched them forward, asking for handcuffs.

Pei Hao finally reacted and called two officers to put shackles on Chi Yue.

"Click." The shackles were locked, and Chi Yue's expression and posture changed instantly. One of his arms hung to one side as if dislocated, and his whole back was slightly bent and twisted, as if he was in great pain and unable to stand upright, as if he would fall down at the next moment.

Zong Sheng was startled and reached out to support Chi Yue.

"Let me go!" Chi Yue glared at Zong Sheng in a hoarse voice, as if he was going to pounce on him and bite him.

The two officers were also shocked when they saw this scene, and they couldn't believe it, as if they had seen a ghost possessed by a ghost with their own eyes.

Chi Yue was dragged into the Dali Temple prison.

When the Luo Mansion servant was taken out of the cell and pulled in front of Pei Hao, he saw Zong Sheng changed into the clothes of a jailer and whipped Chi Yue fiercely. Every whip sent up blood splattering, and even a few drops splashed on the Luo Mansion servant's face, burning him so much that he shivered all over.

"Bah! I didn't do it!" Chi Yue's voice was hoarse, as if he was roaring with all his strength, but he was too weak to shout out. It sounded like a ghost crying in the dark night, which was terrifying.

Chi Yue was dragged into the Dali Temple dungeon, hung up and beaten, with Zong Sheng whipping him. Chi Yue did not trust anyone else.

Torture is a science: how to strike with pain, how to strike with death, how to strike with excruciating pain yet unable to kill—the art of knowing the right balance depends on the tiniest detail. Zong Sheng whipped Chi Yue, leaving his skin torn and bloody, but in reality, the wounds were merely superficial, not damaging to bones or life, and not even painful. Yet, the crack of the whip echoed through the dungeon's stone walls, audible in every corner and eerily terrifying.

Trust is one aspect, and the other is that Chi Yue has a bad temper. If anyone dares to attack him, they will generally die. If he loses control of his temper, he might break free from the shackles and twist the whipper's head off.