Chapter 767 The Prince is deposed (3)

In the imperial study room, Emperor Jin Ming was furious and furious: "What do you mean the assassins have escaped? Chase, order the Imperial Guards and all the secret guards of the Yingtian Palace to go out and chase them. If you don't catch these assassins, you will all be punished." See you first!"

"yes!"

The commander of the Imperial Guard retreated in a cold sweat, and hurriedly summoned the Imperial Guard and Ying Tianfu, and rushed to the scene to investigate the situation...

Emperor Jin Ming was still angry, running back and forth angrily like a lion trapped in a cage. He was a superior emperor, but someone dared to disturb his head and destroy his most beloved son. How could he swallow this breath?

"Check, check for me, find out who did it, I will punish his nine clans, and execute them all in Lingchi..."

"yes!"

Zhu Zhong answered cautiously and went out to deliver the message.

Emperor Jin Ming strode back and forth in the room for more than a dozen times, then suddenly stopped and looked at a little eunuch.

"Go, convey the order and show off, I want to go to the Prince's Mansion..."

The news that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was assassinated and maimed instantly spread throughout the capital. For a time, the streets of the capital were full of shadows of the Imperial Guards. They took the trouble to inquire about the assassins from the common people, trying to find any clues about the assassins.

In the prison of Yingtian Mansion

Huo Yuan sat cross-legged on the tea table and closed his eyes to relax.

He has been here for two days since he came in yesterday. Today, he was almost tortured. If he hadn't had a close relationship with Yingtian Mansion Yin Zhao Hongwang in the past, that guy would have taken him in. There are so few things, I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to sit here properly now.

However, Zhaofu Yin's fellow said that for the sake of his past, he would be given one day to think about it. If he didn't recruit him tomorrow, he would have no choice but to torture him.

Although Zhao Fuyin claimed that she would be tortured tomorrow, he believed that he would still be fine tomorrow, because in order to avenge his sister and help King Jing eliminate his worries, he had already taught Concubine Jin a little lesson, which was enough for her to use. After a lifetime of lessons, I believe she no longer has the energy to trouble her sister, let alone the time to care about him.

"Squeak----"

The cell door opened, and a jailer walked in with a tray in his hand, a flattering look on his face.

"Hey, Mr. Huo, dinner is here for you. It's the braised pork ribs and roasted goose that were packed in Shudingxiang. Do you think it's okay?"

The jailer walked up to Huo Yuan, knelt down, placed the tray in his hand on the small table in front of Huo Yuan, picked up the osmanthus wine in the tray, and poured a glass for Huo Yuan.

"Hey, Mr. Huo, please----"

Huo Yuan took the wine glass, and the jailer took advantage of the moment when he lowered his head to taste the wine and said in a very low voice: "It's done!"

This was said so softly that there was no chance that the second person would hear it.

Hearing this, Huo Yuan raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said, "It's not bad. It's indeed Shu Ding's fragrant osmanthus brew."

After that, he took out a piece of broken silver from his pocket and threw it to the jailer: "Go!"

The jailer took the silver, put it in his mouth, took a bite, and said with a smile: "Oh, the quality of this silver is really good. It deserves to be the silver of the Huo family. Hey, Mr. Huo, please use it slowly. If you have anything to do, please call me quiet." It’s done!”

The prisoners in the cell next to him licked their lips and watched eagerly as Huo Yuan slowly ate and drank, their mouths watering with greed.

They are also prisoners, and they can only live in a large prison with more than a dozen people crowded together, sleep on hay, eat moldy and smelly rough noodles, and drink light soup; while Mr. Huo lives in a house that is as clean as a guest. He slept on a thick mattress in a prison-like prison. The jailer also prepared a spoon and a small table for him to use when eating and resting. Each of his meals was as exquisite as a royal banquet, with wine and meat. , there was fruit and good tea after the meal, which made all the prisoners’ eyes turn blue.