Chapter 934: Papers and Assassination

On this day, Yang Qian had just gone to court and was sitting in the carriage, closing his eyes and thinking about something.

The carriage passed by the most lively overpass area in the capital. In this overpass area, there were people selling snacks, storytellers, fortune tellers, wrestlers, circus performers, people practicing martial arts to make money, people selling Dali pills, stalls selling antique calligraphy and paintings, etc. Waiting, there are dazzling things to see, people coming and going, it is very prosperous, of course there is a mixture of good and bad, and some dark things such as black and white often occur, but this is normal, everything in the world is either white wine or dark, and where there is light there is darkness.

The carriage was hung with the sign of Prince Jade's Mansion, so even though there was a huge crowd, people on official roads were avoiding it, so it was not blocked on the road.

The groom drove the vehicle carefully. He could feel the gentle breathing of the prince behind him. He must be concentrating with his eyes closed and did not dare to disturb him.

Not far away, some commotion suddenly occurred. The groom's eyes were as bright as lightning, and he was carefully on guard for fear of disturbing the nobles in the carriage.

Controlling the carriage, he headed towards Prince Jade's Mansion without stopping. Suddenly, a figure covered in blood fell directly in front of the carriage.

The groom immediately pulled the reins, the horse immediately raised its hooves, neighed, and the carriage stopped in place.

A cold voice of questioning came from the carriage.

"Why did you stop?"

Yang Qian did not open his eyes and leaned against the carriage, enjoying the rare silence. He had just argued with Hong Xuanji in Chaoshang. Now that they had left, he was unexpectedly disturbed. He felt a little unhappy and his anger gradually rose. rise.

The coachman could hear the dissatisfaction of the owner of the voice, and cold sweat instantly covered his forehead, and he replied in fear.

"Your Majesty, there is a person in front of me who seems to be being chased. He happened to fall on the road and block the way!"

Yang Qian straightened his body, slowly opened his eyes, thought for a moment, and gave instructions.

"Go down and have a look!"

The coachman responded respectfully and got out of the carriage, but he was extremely wary. After all, he was a stranger. Who knew whether the assassination was carefully arranged by others.

The coachman slowly walked up to the fallen figure. When he saw that the other person did not react at all, he did not squat down to check. Instead, he stretched out his toes and touched the other person, but there was no response. He carefully sensed the other person's breath. He actually died.

The coachman squatted down and moved the other party's body aside. He had seen this kind of vendettas many times and it had nothing to do with him. He only needed to move the body away and not delay the prince's return to the palace to rest. As for the body, naturally, A Yamen officer came to deal with it.

The coachman had just lifted the corpse of the other party when he suddenly saw that the other party was clutching an envelope in his hand. The surface of the envelope had been stained red by the blood on the corpse's hand. By some mistake, he opened his palm and then opened the envelope. He put the body aside, returned to the carriage, and bowed in reply.

"Your Majesty, the man is dead, but there is a letter in his hand. My servant took it over. Do you want to read it?"

Hearing this, Yang Qian immediately felt something in his heart and stretched out his right hand outside the curtain of the carriage. Seeing this, the coachman quickly delivered the letter to his hand, then got on the carriage and continued to move forward, preparing to return home.

After the carriage had gone far, two strong warriors hurried over. Looking at the dead bodies on the roadside, they quickly went over to check and rummaged around, but did not find what they were looking for, so they quickly grabbed them. A nearby vendor asked about the situation.

"What's worse now, Prince Jade got the letter!"

"We are a step too late. We have no choice but to go back and report it. Let's see how the superiors deal with it!"

The two of them had bitter expressions on their faces. A very simple thing had been messed up by the two of them, and they would have to be punished if they went back. However, the two of them did not dare not to go back. Thinking of the consequences, a trace of fear flashed in their eyes, and they hurriedly walked away. go.

Yang Qian casually glanced at the bloody letter and threw it in the carriage without opening it directly. He was not in a hurry and might as well go back home to talk about it.

After the carriage returned home, Yang Qian got off the carriage, held the letter in his hand, came to the study, and then opened the letter.

The envelope was not a letter, but a piece of paper containing a complaint. It was full of typos and the content was written confusingly and not fluently. It seemed that the person who wrote the paper had not read many books and had only just learned to read, so his handwriting was even more complicated. Needless to say, it was very sloppy. Even with Yang Qian's knowledge, it took a lot of effort to figure out the whole thing without even guessing.

Yang Gan looked at the blood-stained paper, his brows furrowed, his face frighteningly dark, and he sat quietly on the chair without saying a word until the sky darkened, then he left the study.

Yang Qian walked on the path in the mansion, looking at the bright moonlight in the sky, which was covered by a sudden dark cloud, making the sky darker for a while.

Yang Qian kept walking and walked calmly towards the bedroom, with a cold and stern look in his eyes.

The two souls possessing the Dacheng realm urged two flying swords made of blood-patterned steel to stab Yang Gan's temples quickly. Like a bolt of lightning, they arrived in front of Yang Gan almost in the blink of an eye.

There was a sneer on Yang Gan's face, and he let go of the control of his qi and blood. An extremely thick pillar of qi and blood expanded instantly. The two Yin gods and souls only felt a pain like the burning of the sun. After reacting, he only let out a shrill scream. All his thoughts were ignited by Yang Qian's powerful energy and blood, and burned to death. Only pure scattered thoughts were left, and he had no power to fight back at all. Two blood marks The flying sword made of steel also stopped in front of Yang Gan's temple, and fell straight to the ground, making a crisp impact sound.

When the guards of the palace heard the screams, they rushed over immediately. Seeing the intact and gentle Prince Jade, they quickly knelt down to apologize.

"My subordinates were so incompetent that they allowed thieves to enter the house and disturbed the prince. They really deserve death!"

Yang Qian stared at the guards kneeling on the ground and shook his head. These guards were only in the realm of innate martial arts. It was normal that they could not find these two masters who possessed the Dacheng realm. However, it made him feel a little unhappy after all. , he had not yet made up his mind to intervene in this matter, but he did not expect that the other party would send Wushengdao masters to assassinate him that night. It seemed that he was still too kind to them on weekdays, making them think that he was easy to bully.

Yang Gan glanced at the blood-patterned steel flying sword on the ground, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he made up his mind. It seemed that he was going to make a big fuss, otherwise how could he deserve this assassination.

"Put these two flying swords away and send them to the East Palace. Tell them that they are gifts from me as your younger brother to the prince, and ask the prince to accept them!"

The guard responded quickly. Yang Gan ignored the scene and walked directly to the bedroom. He wanted to have a good night's rest tonight to recharge his batteries so that he would have the energy to make a big fuss tomorrow.