Those who hold power in court are skilled at bewitching others

After landing, Chu Danqing found a safe spot.

He was just about to summon Yang Qianyuan when Da Bao stopped him.

"Little Chu, someone's coming," Da Bao said.

Da Bao's senses were the sharpest.

Chu Danqing immediately lowered his hand, then saw a middle-aged man climb over the wall.

The two of them locked eyes.

Chu Danqing did not recognize him, but his clothes and ornaments made it clear that he had to be a man of power and wealth.

Ordinary rich families could not afford such clothing.

"This young brother, pardon my intrusion." The man tucked away all his panic and awkwardness, then cupped his hands in salute. "I merely borrowed this route. I'll leave at once."

Chu Danqing narrowed his eyes and called out tentatively, "Zhang Chongyan, you truly refused the road to heaven and charged straight through the gate of hell!"

The moment those words left his mouth, the middle-aged man stiffened all over. Then he spun around, leaving an afterimage as he tried to flee.

Even Chu Danqing was stunned by that reaction and attitude.

He had merely thrown out a bluff.

The reason he had guessed Zhang Chongyan was naturally because the man wore purple robes and a golden fish pouch at his waist.

Though he wore no crown, only kings of other surnames could wear those two things.

The other kings of other surnames had all been thrown into the dungeons before this. Their clothes certainly would not have been so fine.

Only Zhang Chongyan, who had just been granted the title of King of Jin by Wuzhu Helibo today, could possibly have been dressed like this.

But Chu Danqing had not expected Zhang Chongyan not to return to the Cangyue Royal Court with the apostles. Instead, he was fleeing in such a sorry