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"Your Highness!" Young Marquis! "

Upon hearing the guards' surprised cries, the Qi King turned his head to follow their gazes and smiled. He felt dizzy, and for some reason, he lost his balance and almost fell to the ground.

"Your Highness." Jiang Wuyan stepped forward to support the Qi King, and said to Ran Hao, "Hurry up and help Yun Mo!"

Ran Hao was jolted out of his daze by Jiang Wuyan's scolding and quickly walked towards Zhao Qingyan.

Zhao Qingyan staggered. Her clean and tidy green robe had already been burnt to a crisp by the thick smoke. Even a part of her long hair had been burnt off. She was in a sorry state. He was holding the unconscious Mu Qinghan in his arms. On her body, he was wearing Zhao Qingyan's outer garment, which was damp.

"Young master..." As soon as Ran Hao reached out to help Zhao Qingyan up, he was pushed away. He was stunned.

Zhao Qingyan coughed out a mouthful of black blood, then fell back onto Ran Hao's body. He took a few deep breaths and said hoarsely, "Go, take Mu Qing Han to find a doctor." He put the unconscious girl back into his arms and staggered back a few steps.

Panic was written all over Ran Hao's face as he looked at Jiang Wuyan and Qi Wang. Seeing Jiang Wuyan nod her head in acknowledgement, she gritted her teeth and glanced at Zhao Qingyan. Only then did she turn around and leave. Naturally, he was extremely fast after using the movement technique. Even though he was carrying someone, he had already disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The Qi King looked at his son walking towards him. His lips moved slightly, but he could not utter a single word. Zhuo Yi pursed his lips, looking at this disciple who had a completely different expression from usual with a complicated gaze, and was at a loss for words for a moment.

Zhao Qingyan walked step by step towards them. Without saying a word, he kneeled down and kowtowed heavily. Quite a number of the broken pants had been exposed. The sound of the brace hitting the ground was abnormally crisp. The sound of his forehead hitting the ground was also very muffled and distinct. It was especially ear-piercing in the blazing night.

The Qi King and Zhuo Yi were both stunned, asking in surprise: "What are you doing? Hurry and get up! " How could they not panic when they suddenly performed such a great salute?

Zhao Qingyan did not answer immediately. After a moment of silence, he said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

Sorry... Because of what? The Qi King and Zhuo Yi seemed to understand, but not quite.

The ages of the three people of Ran Tong Xuan, Zhuo Yi, and the Marquis of the Trojan Horse didn't differ much. When they were young, they knew each other for a variety of reasons. If it weren't for the request of the Marquis of the Trojan Horse and the Ran Tong Pavilion, Zhuo Yi wouldn't have accepted Zhao Qingyan, a good-for-nothing who didn't want to suffer, even though he had good talent.

In terms of gratitude, the Marquis of the Trojan Horse had done a great deal for Zhao Qingyan as an elder.

However, Zhao Qingyan could no longer return it.

"What?" It was unknown who asked the question in a hoarse voice, but it sounded unreal. At the same time, it was also the exact voice of the person who asked the question. But no one answered.

In fact, there was no need for an answer. Prince Qi and Zhuo Yi had already found the answer from his silence — the Marquis of the Trojan Horse was no longer here.

The already extinguished flames became even more dazzling.

Even though they had already expected this, the result was still too cruel to accept.

They did not know the reason behind Zhao Qingyan's guilt. Even Zhao Qingyan did not dare to speak of his guilt. Other than silence, there was only silence.

"Yun Mo, you've already done your best. "Anything else, can you wait until the injury recovers?" Jiang Wuyan crouched down beside Zhao Qingyan. She grabbed his shoulder with a wounded look on her face.

Zhao Qingyan frowned and turned to look at Jiang Wuyan with wide eyes. She then rubbed her eyes and asked with uncertainty, "Jiang Wuyan? Are you talking? "

His slightly widened eyes were already bloodshot from the smoke. What Jiang Wuyan was paying attention to was his eyes, which had lost focus, and his slightly reddened pupils.

Jiang Wuyan stared blankly for a moment before waving her hand in front of his eyes, "Are you blind?" Seeing that he didn't react, she reached out her hand to hold his face and moved closer to look at his eyes.

Zhao Qingyan struggled uncomfortably, "Let go, I'm fine."

Jiang Wuyan let go lightly and asked, "Do you have any medicine with you? Or was it there? "

Zhao Qingyan reached into her pocket and took out a porcelain bottle. She opened the lid and poured a few pills into her mouth. The empty porcelain bottle slipped out of her powerless fingers and fell onto the muddy ground. He lowered his head in a daze, "looking" at his finger that was stretched outwards. After a long while, he slowly leaned on Jiang Wuyan's shoulder and said in a low voice, "I am afraid."

Jiang Wuyan threw her arms around his shoulders and said, "I know."

"You know?" His voice was uncertain, but his fingers were curled up lightly. He grabbed onto a corner of Jiang Wuyan's clothes and muttered, "Anyway, thank you for being by my side."

Jiang Wuyan's eyes revealed a deep sense of remorse in the shadows, but she still promised with a comforting voice, "As long as you need it, I will accompany you."

It could not be said that Zhao Qingyan was crying and laughing while spitting out a few incoherent words. Then, he fell unconscious while leaning on Jiang Wuyan's shoulder. He was originally exhausted, so he walked out from the fire and smoke to protect Mu Qing Han, but he did not faint because his heart was in too much pain. At this moment, although he couldn't be considered to be relieved, but his bitter support had brought him to his limits.

The Qi King silently looked at his son, who was obviously weak, yet had to constantly push him to the extreme. His eyes were filled with pity, but he did not say anything.

Zhuo Yi surprisingly stayed silent for a long time before opening his mouth with some difficulty, "My prince, you should go back to rest with Qingyan. Now that the fire has died down, I'll go in and look. "

The Qi King pursed his lips, unable to say a word of rejection or a word of obstruction, he could only nod his head, "Then please be careful, Sect Leader Zhuo. I will send Mo'er back."

Zhuo Yi forced out an ugly smile: "Your highness, please accompany Qing Yan. I'm not at ease with him either. Here... Leave it to me. "

Jiang Wuyan stood up with Zhao Qingyan in her arms. She bowed slightly towards Zhuo Yi before saying to Prince Qi, "Your Highness, let's go."

Prince Qi took another look at the fire that had died down, yet it was still burning fiercely. He nodded and said tiredly, "Let's go."

Once again, he took a step forward, and the quiet environment once again became noisy.

"Master Bai!"

"Eldest Young Master!"

"Slow down!"

Hearing the voice, the Qi King looked over and saw a young man in ragged clothes waving his arms to push aside the people who were blocking him. His eyes were bloodshot as he looked at the completely changed marquis' mansion.

Zhuo Yi was slightly startled, and uncertainly called out: "Nephew Bai?"

Bai Zhen stopped when he heard the voice and looked at Zhuo Yi absentmindedly for a moment. His eyes regained some clarity as he said, "Martial Uncle Zhuo?"

At this moment, the Qi King could smell the distinct scent of alcohol coming from his body. This smell of alcohol was probably the reason why he was a step too late. Looking at the son of an old friend, the Qi King was slightly dissatisfied, but now was not the time to reprimand him. He could only frown and remain silent.

Zhuo Yi looked around and asked, "Where is Nephew Wen?" He subconsciously looked towards the Mansion of the Marquis of the Trojan Horse, afraid that he would be unable to find his way in again.

Although Bai Zhen was anxious, he was still able to forcefully maintain his calm. He heard Zhuo Yi ask in a low voice, "Zi Yu wanted to rush in, but I knocked him unconscious. He has already ordered his servants to return to the inn." Without waiting for Zhuo Yi to ask another question, he hastily added, "Can Martial Uncle Zhuo tell me the truth, where are Uncle Mu and Qing Han?"

Zhuo Yi shook his head, "Qing Han was saved, but …"

Bai Zhen's body swayed for a moment, and with the support of the guards by his side, he closed his eyes before commanding in a low voice, "Bai Bin, go. Summon all the servants in the mansion and all the people in the Bai Clan who can help out, and extinguish the fire within an hour. Then give me a note worth a hundred thousand silver taels and ask them to find out who is close to the Marquis Mansion within a month, especially tonight. " And then he added: "If a hundred thousand isn't enough, then two hundred thousand. Let's go now."

Bai Bin was startled. "Young Master, Madam …"

Bai Zhen raised his eyebrows. "I am the Young Patriarch of the Bai Clan, what does she count as? If she dares to obstruct us, then tell her that she has no right to interfere in the matters of the Bai Clan. Immediately, the silver can be deducted from the account of my shop, not enough to take the top of the house and the nearby shop. If anything goes wrong, I will take responsibility. I will explain it to my father. "

Bai Bin could only agree and quickly left.

Bai Ju closed his eyes and took a deep breath, expelling the chaos and irritation in his mind. Only then did he look towards the few elders beside him, bowing respectfully, "There's a guest house nearby, if you don't mind, you may go there and rest, Princes."

"There's no rush." The Qi Wang extended his hand to call a person over and sized him up. Then, he asked, "Your name is Han Yan, right?"

Han Yan lowered his eyes and replied, "In reply to Your Highness, this lowly one is."

Prince Qi said, "There's no need to stand on ceremony, I have a few questions for you. When Mo'er first came over, did he bring his secret envoy token with him? "

Han Yan was slightly startled, and immediately understood the Qi King's question. "He should have brought it with him."

King Qi thought for a moment, then nodded, "How about this, find Ran Hao and have him find Mo'er's token. Afterwards, go to the county magistrate court and tell them that the Privy Council is in charge of sealing the city gates."

Han Yan was shocked. "Your Highness, this …"

The Qi King said gently, "You should know that the royal palace can act conveniently. With Mo'er's token, sealing the city gates will definitely not be a problem. I, the prince, have no use for the Privy Council here. Just do as I say. If anything happens to you, I will ensure your safety. "

Han Yan came back to his senses. "Your Highness has misunderstood me, I am not saying that this will not do … "Your humble servant shall obey. Your highness, please be at ease. Your humble servant will not disappoint you." Without another word, he knelt down on one knee to receive the order.

Qi Wang nodded, "Hurry up, it's almost daybreak in a few hours. Once the city gates open, we'll be in trouble."

Han Yan replied, "Yes, this lowly official will go now." He stood up and took two steps back, then quickly left.

Jiang Wuyan watched Han Yan leave with a pensive look on her face.