45: I was arrogant before, I will repay you

Yan Junlin’s Residence.

“Reporting to This Prince, Xie Weilou has already apprehended Dong Hen and brought him back to Tianquan Division.”

A dancer reported to Yan Junlin.

After listening, Yan Junlin’s face revealed a smile: “Xie Weilou was, after all, startled last night. Today, This Prince gave him an opportunity to vent, and he will certainly be more satisfied. This Prince has shown sincerity, which is how one truly wins him over.”

The dancer smiled and said: “The Deputy Minister of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices has already pledged allegiance to the Third Prince. This matter will surely require the Third Prince to step forward. Xie Weilou was attacked by the Third Prince’s people last night, so he definitely won’t give any face. In this way, there is basically no possibility of cooperation between Xie Weilou and the Third Prince.”

“Indeed!”

Yan Junlin’s smile deepened.

The person the Third Prince wanted to win over was Xie Cangxuan, so he naturally wouldn’t try to win over Xie Weilou again.

But it’s better to be safe than sorry. The most crucial thing right now is to make Xie Weilou draw a clear line with the Third Prince.

The dancer pondered for a moment and asked: “Should this matter be brewed for a bit? See if we can catch any leverage on the Third Prince?”

Yan Junlin said: “Let’s observe first.”

“Understood.”

The dancer nodded gently.

——

Half an hour later.

Tianquan Division, Second Hall.

Xie Weilou was leisurely enjoying fragrant tea.

Lin Qinghuang held a scroll and watched it. She slowly spoke: “The person has been brought back. What do you plan to do next?”

“Naturally, kill him. We can’t waste rice, can we?”

Xie Weilou said indifferently.

Lin Qinghuang closed the scroll and said calmly: “Then kill him!”

It’s just killing a serious criminal, nothing major. In this Tianquan Division, who knows how many serious criminals die every day.

The evidence in this case is conclusive, and Dong Hen is already guilty of a capital crime. There’s no need for a new trial; direct execution is sufficient.

Those who enter Tianquan Division either die or are stripped of a layer of skin. Relatively speaking, Xie Weilou’s days in Tianquan over the past three years have been quite good.

“Reporting to Commander Lin, someone just visited Dong Hen.”

Zhao Hu quickly came in to report.

Lin Qinghuang asked: “Oh? Who?”

Zhao Hu said: “A Captian from First Hall.”

“Understood.”

Lin Qinghuang didn’t pay too much attention.

Zhao Hu then looked at Xie Weilou: “Lu Ping is also in Tianquan Division at the moment.”

Xie Weilou put down his teacup: “Then let’s resolve this matter!”

With that, he walked out of the hall.

Inside the Dungeon.

Dong Hen sat on a straw mat, his legs crossed, a blade of grass in his mouth, his eyes narrowed, and a comfortable smile on his face. Compared to his previous fear, he appeared very calm now.

Because just a moment ago, a Captian from Tianquan Division had come. The other party told him not to worry, that the big shots above were already figuring out a solution.

“The Dong family is backed by the Third Prince. Even if This Young Lord entered Tianquan Division, he can leave safely.”

Dong Hen’s smile was incredibly smug.

“Dong Hen, get up!”

Just then, Zhang Long walked over with a few Captians.

Dong Hen opened his eyes, stood up, stretched, and gave Zhang Long a smug smile: “Are you planning to release This Young Lord? You seemed to have gone to my Dong Manor before. This Young Lord remembers you and will definitely repay you well in the future.”

“Heh!”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Long’s smile was somewhat sinister. Was Dong Hen’s remark a threat?

A dying man threatening him—it sounded ridiculous.

Xie Weilou walked over with his hands behind his back, looking at Dong Hen expressionlessly.

Dong Hen also stared at Xie Weilou, sneering: “You were very arrogant before. Tell me your name, and This Young Lord will also repay you well then.”

“......”

Zhang Long and the others looked a bit strange. Dong Hen didn’t recognize Xie Weilou?

But thinking about it, it seemed normal. Although Xie Weilou was a fop, he was still an Heir. How could ordinary people access his circle?

Dong Hen, a son of the Deputy Minister of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices, naturally had no right to access Xie Weilou’s circle.

“Repay me? Interesting!”

Xie Weilou smiled coldly and extended his hand.

Zhang Long immediately stepped forward and opened the prison door.

Dong Hen walked out with a smug look, pointing at Xie Weilou and saying: “Since you were the one who brought This Young Lord in, then let you personally send This Young Lord out…”

Bang!

Xie Weilou stepped forward and kicked Dong Hen in the abdomen, sending him flying three meters.

“Ah…”

Dong Hen clutched his stomach, letting out a miserable cry. He glared at Xie Weilou and said: “You… you’re dead. How dare you lay a hand on This Young Lord…”

Xie Weilou said indifferently: “Take him directly to the square.”

With that, he turned and left.

Two Captians immediately stepped forward and escorted Dong Hen.

“You’re dead! My Dong Hen is backed by the Third Prince. If you dare to touch me, you’re making an enemy of the Third Prince!”

Dong Hen shouted angrily.

Slap!

Zhang Long struck out with a slap, knocking out several of Dong Hen’s teeth.

“What an idiot. That’s the Heir of Marquis Zhenxi Manor, Xie Weilou. What are you in front of him?”

Zhang Long sneered.

“Xie… Xie Weilou…”

When Dong Hen heard that name, his body trembled, clearly stunned.

He was indeed a fop, and he had blood on his hands, but in front of the Heir of Marquis Zhenxi Manor, he truly was nothing.

“Take him away.”

Zhang Long sneered and turned to leave.

——

On a square.

Dong Hen knelt on the ground, his face filled with extreme fear. Weren’t they supposed to send him out? Why had they sent him to the execution block?

At this moment, Zhang Long stood expressionlessly to the side, holding a long saber.

Below the platform, all the Captians of the Second Hall were gathered. Their expressions were stern, and there was no ripple in their eyes. Many people had died on this square; they were long accustomed to it.

Lu Ping was also in the crowd. Seeing Dong Hen being apprehended, tears welled up in her eyes, and she murmured: “Father, Grandfather, the bad guy has been caught. Did you see it?”

Xie Weilou sat on a chair and said calmly: “Dong Hen rode his horse recklessly in Tianqi City, killing Lu An. Afterwards, he colluded with his guards to beat Lu An’s father to death when he went to reason with them. The evidence is conclusive. According to the laws of Great Xia, his crime warrants execution.”

“No… Xie Weilou, you can’t kill me… My Dong family is connected to the Third Prince…”

Dong Hen spoke with a terrified expression.

“Execute.”

Xie Weilou said expressionlessly.

“Don’t…”

Dong Hen’s body trembled, and he instantly wet himself from fear.

Slash!

Zhang Long’s saber was swift. With a flick of the wrist, Dong Hen instantly became a headless corpse.

“My son!”

Just then, a sharp, mournful cry rang out.

A man in official robes, in his fifties, hurried over. The moment he saw Dong Hen’s head severed, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground, his face filled with immense grief.

The person who arrived was none other than the Deputy Minister of the Court of Imperial Sacrifices, Dong Yao.

“Why don’t you quickly help up Lord Dong?”

Xie Weilou spoke.

A Captian stepped forward and helped Dong Yao up.

Xie Weilou walked towards Dong Yao and sighed: “Lord Dong, you came too late!”

Dong Yao looked at Xie Weilou with a pained expression: “Young Lord Xie, you… why did you execute him so quickly? Why didn’t you wait a little longer?”

Xie Weilou gently patted Dong Yao’s shoulder and said with a regretful expression: “Lord Dong, it’s not that I wanted to execute him so quickly, but rather the arrangements from above!”