175: The token is here, why don't you kneel?
The next day.
At the Second Hall of the Tianquan Division.
"Greetings, Young Master."
"Greetings, Commander Lin."
Zhang Long, Zhao Hu, and others hurried forward to salute when they saw Xie Weilou and Lin Qinghuang, their expressions clearly flustered.
Xie Weilou asked in surprise, "What's wrong with you all?"
Zhang Long immediately said, "Young Master... the Demon Monk we captured last night died... he died inexplicably..."
The Tianquan Division had external guards and internal formations, and the Dungeon was even more heavily guarded. There was no anomaly last night, not even the Captian on duty went to deliver food, yet the person died inexplicably. This was very strange.
Xie Weilou and Lin Qinghuang showed no surprise upon hearing this; it was normal for the person to die.
After all, the Royal Power needed its dignity!
It couldn't allow a Demon Monk to spout nonsense. This was called dying without a witness.
As for Xue Li and his kind, as participants, even if he said more, it wouldn't have much impact. After all, with the source gone, nothing else mattered.
Xie Weilou said indifferently, "If he's dead, then he's dead! Just throw him out to feed the dogs."
"Alright."
Zhang Long and the others were somewhat surprised to see Xie Weilou and Lin Qinghuang so calm. The important witness was gone, so what should they do next?
Xie Weilou said lightly, "Zhang Long and Zhao Hu, take ten Captians and follow me to the Third Prince's residence."
"Understood!"
Zhang Long and Zhao Hu immediately straightened up.
Then Xie Weilou led the group away.
As they walked out of the Tianquan Division, they happened to meet Yan Junlin.
"Brother Xie!"
Yan Junlin's face lit up when he saw Xie Weilou.
Xie Weilou quickly stepped forward to salute, "Greetings, First Prince!"
Yan Junlin said with a smile, "We are brothers, no need for such formalities. How do you think I handled things last night?"
Xie Weilou smiled and said, "You handled them very well."
Yan Junlin said proudly, "Of course! After all, it was my mother's people who acted last night."
"Hahaha! Thank you, First Prince."
Xie Weilou reached out and patted Yan Junlin's chest, looking as if he understood.
"Hiss..."
Yan Junlin, however, gasped.
Xie Weilou looked at Yan Junlin in astonishment, "Prince, what's wrong with you?"
Yan Junlin said with a resentful look, "I was attacked and almost lost half my life last night. If not for some experts in my residence, I probably would have died."
"What? Prince was attacked? Could it be... the Third Prince did it? They are blood brothers, how could he be so ruthless?"
Xie Weilou's eyes widened immediately upon hearing this.
Yan Junlin smiled bitterly, "Alas! The struggle for Royal Power has always been a life-and-death matter. I made him suffer a great loss last night, so how could he remain indifferent? But Brother Xie, you don't have to worry. After this, I'll recover in ten to fifteen days of recuperation."
He was planning to go into seclusion, and this injury was a good excuse for it.
Xie Weilou's face darkened and he said, "Prince is my friend, and what happened last night is related to me. Now that you are seriously injured, I also bear responsibility! I'll take you to the Third Prince's residence right now; he must give you an explanation."
Indeed.
He was the one who injured Yan Junlin, so he naturally bore responsibility!
"Good, good, good! Then let's go together."
Yan Junlin nodded repeatedly, his face full of gratitude.
"Let's go!"
Xie Weilou's face was grim. He waved his hand and led the group forward.
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At the Third Prince's residence, two guards stood at the entrance.
Xie Weilou stepped forward and said coldly, "The Tianquan Division is handling a case. Step aside quickly."
...
The two guards exchanged glances, then immediately moved aside, offering no obstruction.
Xie Weilou led the group inside and said in a deep voice, "Where is the Third Prince?"
In the courtyard, Yan Wuchen, wrapped in white bandages, lay on a chair, looking utterly miserable. A cultivator beside him was treating his injuries.
He said with a grim face, "This Prince is here."
Xie Weilou glanced at Yan Wuchen, then directly pulled out the Xia Emperor's token. "The Emperor's token is here. Why does the Third Prince not kneel?"
Yan Wuchen: "..."
Didn't you see my condition? How can you expect me to kneel? However, Xie Weilou possessing the Xia Emperor's token startled him.
It seemed his mother was right; Xie Weilou was an important chess piece in the Emperor's hands. Otherwise, how could the Xia Emperor give him the token?
The cultivator looked at Xie Weilou. "Prince's injuries are too severe; he cannot move."
Xie Weilou glared at the cultivator. "Do you have a say here? Seeing the Emperor's token, why do you not kneel?"
...
The cultivator froze for a second, then immediately knelt down.
Xie Weilou stared at Yan Wuchen. "What a coincidence! Last night, the First Prince was attacked by villains and almost lost half his life. Now, the Third Prince is also injured. Are you perhaps pretending?"
"It is indeed quite a coincidence! That villain last night was incredibly vicious and almost took This Prince's life."
Yan Junlin stared at Yan Wuchen sinisterly.
This displeasure was not faked. The person who appeared last night was Yan Wuchen's subordinate, and he struck ruthlessly.
Moreover, that person had attacked him multiple times, injuring him each time, so he was naturally very displeased.
Yan Wuchen said with a grim face, "Whether I'm pretending or not, you'll know if you check, won't you? And what does Yan Junlin's injury have to do with me?"
Xie Weilou looked at Yan Junlin. "First Prince, this cultivator's methods are mysterious and unpredictable. If he is deliberately feigning illness, I, an ordinary person, cannot check him. Please trouble you to examine the Third Prince."
"Alright."
Yan Junlin stepped forward. He grabbed Yan Wuchen's arm and checked it, then frowned. "Seems like nothing's wrong?"
Crack!
As he spoke, he gave a gentle tug, and Yan Wuchen's arm broke...
...
Silence fell over the scene, and everyone stared at Yan Junlin in a daze.
"Yan Junlin... you..."
Yan Wuchen glared at Yan Junlin.
His arm had just been broken by that old fellow last night and had just been reattached, only to be broken again by that dog Yan Junlin.
"Oh dear! My apologies, my apologies. I didn't expect you, Third Brother, to be so verbally strong, yet so physically fragile. A gentle tug and your arm broke! Honestly, are you hiding a beauty in your residence and your body has been hollowed out?"
Yan Junlin's face was full of apology.
"You..."
Yan Wuchen took a deep breath, suppressing the anger in his heart. Last night, it must have been that dog Yan Junlin who sent someone to attack him.
To teach him a lesson?
An old man had also come last time and seemed to have said something similar.
Xie Weilou said, "Currently, the Tianquan Division has a case that implicates the Third Prince. This Xie would like to invite the Third Prince to the Tianquan Division. Does the Third Prince have anything to say?"
"No!"
Yan Wuchen directly closed his eyes.
At this point, he naturally could not continue to resist. He would definitely suffer a little, but he wouldn't die.
Xie Weilou nodded lightly. "Come, carry the Third Prince back to the Tianquan Division. Remember, don't prepare plain tea, light meals, or cabbage and tofu for the Third Prince. His Highness's body is delicate and cannot endure such hardship. It's better not to eat at all."
...
Yan Wuchen lay on the chair, silent. If he continued to speak, his injuries would relapse, and he would explode with rage!
Two Captians immediately stepped forward and lifted Yan Wuchen's chair. The cultivator was about to rise.
Xie Weilou looked at the cultivator and said indifferently, "The Tianquan Division is a vital place in Tianqi. Unnecessary people should not go."
The cultivator said in a deep voice, "But Prince's injuries are too severe. If he is not treated properly..."
Xie Weilou impatiently interrupted the cultivator, "What do you take my Tianquan Division for? Does the Tianquan Division not even have a doctor?"
Yan Wuchen said indifferently, "No need to follow!"
The cultivator said no more.
"Take him away!"
Xie Weilou waved his hand and walked out of the residence.
Two Captians then carried Yan Wuchen to the Tianquan Division.
Xie Weilou looked at the First Prince and said with a face full of shame, "Prince, Xie Weilou is ultimately just borrowing power. I cannot do anything to Yan Wuchen. Please forgive me!"
Yan Junlin quickly said, "Brother Xie, I am already very moved that you could do this."
Xie Weilou then said, "Next, I'm going to the Saint Academy. Would Prince like to come along?"
Yan Junlin clutched his chest and said with a complex expression, "My chest hurts a bit. The person last night was too ruthless. I need to go back and heal quickly! I'm afraid I cannot go to the Saint Academy with Brother Xie..."
"It's alright! Then you go back and heal well. Once you recover, I'll invite you to listen to music."
Xie Weilou said with a serious expression.
"Good, good, good."
Yan Junlin nodded repeatedly.
"Follow me to the Saint Academy."
Xie Weilou said, then led the group away.
Yan Junlin stood in place, muttering to himself, "Who attacked Yan Wuchen last night? Yan Wuhai or Yan Wugou?"
He hadn't sent anyone to deal with Yan Wuchen. Someone was definitely creating conflict. Yan Wuhai, Yan Wugou, and Yan Ruyu were highly likely.
But it didn't matter. He already had a conflict with Yan Wuchen, and seeing him injured made him feel good.
It didn't matter much whether he took the blame or not, because the person who attacked him last night was Yan Wuchen's subordinate...
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