The prince is very cruel

The waiter led the way in front. As he walked along the corridor, he could hear the constant discussions in the inn.

"Did you hear that?"

"Something happened at Prince Ping's Mansion!"

"Some people saw Prince Ping being attacked and his carriage falling off a cliff. Some people also said that Prince Ping was dead!"

"Hiss... Impossible!" someone exclaimed.

"How is that impossible? There's no smoke without fire. I heard that King Ping of Ling County hasn't shown up in a few days."

"How dare you attack King Ping."

"Haha, what do you think? Haven't you heard about the Zheng family's son-in-law being killed a few days ago? Mr. Zheng led hundreds of people to Ling County to seek revenge, but ended up returning empty-handed and even had a hand broken?"

"What? There is such a thing? Tell us quickly, tell us quickly!" Everyone in the inn rushed forward, extremely curious.

"Ahem, this story begins with a swordsman named Ning Que. Rumor has it that he's from the East China Sea and has killed countless people..."

"..."

Guan Ning couldn't help laughing when he heard the people in the inn praising him as if he was the most cold-blooded killer in the world. They probably didn't know that the person they were talking about had already passed by him?

But this is a good thing. At least people are paying attention to Ning Que, not Guan Ning who was on the wanted list a few days ago.

Afterwards, he lived alone in a room in the inn and never went out again.

Time flies and it gradually gets dark.

There was a curfew in Xingyang, so the streets were deserted and as quiet as a ghost town. However, the inn was quite lively, with a lot of people talking and the smell of wine.

If you listen carefully, you can hear faint voices unique to women in some rooms.

In ancient times, there was actually such a thing as renting a room.

But it’s impossible for most decent women to be like that, most likely they are just some flirtatious women.

Suddenly, a figure jumped up from the second floor of the inn, climbed to the roof of the fourth floor with his arms, and then stepped on the tiles, as light as a swallow, and sneaked into the depths of the night.

And he is Guan Ning.

The Zheng Mansion, deep in the ancient mansion, is brightly lit and extremely luxurious. Inside and outside, there are spies everywhere. It is extremely difficult for martial arts masters to enter here.

"You mean, you're not sure whether King Ping is dead or not?"

The cold and majestic voice made the candlelight flicker.

Yan Qing cupped his hands and said, "Return to the master. I am indeed not sure."

"Prince Ping was being chased by me, and his carriage fell off a cliff. He must have narrowly escaped death."

"Hmph!" Zheng Yuan was angry, obviously not satisfied with this answer.

"Not sure, so he's not dead?"

"Why didn't you chase him down and finish him off? Do you know that if King Ping hadn't died, it would have been much harder to kill him next time? If he hadn't died, how could I have chased that little bastard?"

A huge explosion scared away the birds in the woods of Zheng Mansion.

Yan Qing bowed his head and said, "Master, I admit my mistake."

"But I did have a reason. Just as the carriage overturned and I was about to go down to check if anyone was alive, some people suddenly appeared."

"Some people, who?" Zheng Yuan narrowed his eyes.

"I don't know. They are very mysterious and their skills are very unusual. I was hiding in the dark and overheard them talking about arresting a wanted criminal. It seemed like they were from the capital."

"By the way, the leader is a man named Yuwen Shedu." Yan Qing said deliberately according to what Guan Ning taught him.

Zheng Yuan was shocked, his anger vanished instantly, and he rushed forward with a serious expression: "What did you say?"

"They are from the capital, catching wanted criminals. Is the leader called Yuwen Hongdu?!" he asked repeatedly.

"Yes, it's him!" Yan Qing nodded.

boom!

Zheng Yuan was shocked!

Imperial guards, they were Imperial guards, how could they have run into them? He suddenly recalled the huge manhunt that the imperial court and Zhao Tai had been engaged in a while ago, which had taken place near Zizhou. Thinking about it this way, it made sense.

He had no doubt that Yan Qing was lying.

"You weren't discovered?"

"No, they didn't find me at all. I felt that the other party was not simple, so I didn't stay any longer and ran away directly." Yan Qing shook his head.

"You didn't leave any evidence behind, right?" Zheng Yuan's old face was extremely solemn. If the palace guards knew about the assassination of the prince and then reported it to the emperor, he would have no way to explain himself.