Save Me!

As night deepened, Tingfeng Pavilion was even livelier than during the day.

News that Tingfeng Pavilion had closed its doors and detained someone, demanding a ransom of five million, spread throughout the Capital City in just one hour.

Countless citizens and busybodies flocked from all directions, completely blocking Zhuque Avenue outside Tingfeng Pavilion.

They all wanted to see for themselves who this divine being was, daring to disrespect the Minister of War, Fang Bin.

When they saw the usually overbearing Young Master Fang Cheng thrown into the main hall of Tingfeng Pavilion, flanked by two tall, silver-armored guards, everyone was too stunned to speak.

"My heavens, they really took him in!"

"Who are those two guards? They look so intimidating."

"Shh! Keep your voice down! I heard that Prince Zheng himself handled this matter today!"

"Prince Zheng? You mean the Prince Zheng who achieved a great victory in the north?"

"Isn't that right! I heard Young Master Fang was blind and offended Prince Zheng, and the Prince's guards broke his leg on the spot!"

"Serves him right! Fang Cheng has done countless evil deeds, and today he finally kicked a steel plate!"

The citizens' murmurs reached Fang Cheng's ears word for word.

He lay on the cold ground, chilled and terrified. Listening to the pointing fingers around him, he felt utterly ashamed and furious.

When had he ever suffered such humiliation?

"Father... why hasn't Father come to save me..."

He muttered desperately, his voice choked with tears.

Just then, a commotion arose from the edge of the crowd.

"Make way! Make way! Shuntian Prefecture is investigating!"

A team of yamen runners in official uniforms, carrying cudgels, aggressively cleared a path through the crowd. Leading them was the Prefect of Shuntian Prefecture himself.

Following closely behind was an eight-bearer sedan chair, and beside it walked the Minister of War, Fang Bin.

Fang Bin had arrived!

The crowd parted automatically, creating a path.

Fang Bin emerged from the sedan chair, his face grim.

He glanced at the densely packed Tingfeng Pavilion and then at the chattering citizens. His expression was so dark it could drip water.

The matter had escalated so much that it was completely beyond his control.

If he couldn't take his son back with dignity today, his Fang family would be utterly disgraced in front of the entire Capital City!

"Father! Father! Save me, Father!"

Seeing Fang Bin, Fang Cheng immediately scrambled towards him, but a silver-armored guard gently stepped on his back, pinning him and rendering him unable to move.

"Insolent!"

Fang Bin's eyes widened in rage at the sight. He pointed at the guard and roared, "Audacious scoundrel! How dare you harm someone in front of this official! Guards! Seize him!"

The Shuntian Prefecture yamen runners behind him were about to step forward.

However, they stopped abruptly after taking less than two steps.

Because the two closed doors of Tingfeng Pavilion slowly opened.

The two silver-armored guards stood on either side, swords in hand, blocking the entrance.

They said nothing and did nothing.

But the bone-chilling killing intent, honed in mountains of corpses and seas of blood, assaulted them.

All the yamen runners who had charged forward felt their blood run cold.

Their legs trembled, and the cudgels in their hands felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, impossible to lift.

The Prefect of Shuntian Prefecture also turned pale. Although he was a civil official, he could feel the suffocating pressure emanating from the two guards.

These were definitely not ordinary royal guards!

These were battle-hardened elites, fresh from the battlefield, who had killed countless people!

"Min... Minister Fang, this..."

The Prefect of Shuntian Prefecture stammered, looking at Fang Bin with a clear desire to retreat.

He didn't want to get involved in this mess.

Fang Bin's expression was also extremely grim.

He hadn't expected the opponent's guards to possess such terrifying aura just by standing there.

As both sides remained locked in a stalemate, in a private room on the second floor, Zhu Zhanjun and Princess Channing were watching the farce below with great interest while sipping tea.

"Where did you find these two personal guards of yours? They are truly extraordinary."

Princess Channing praised.

"My master left them to me."

Zhu Zhanjun casually made up a story.

"Aunt, do you have any news about your 'Black Wind'?"

Mentioning the important matter, Princess Channing's expression also turned serious.

"There are results."

She took out a slip of paper from her sleeve and handed it over.

"Black Wind followed the scent on that blood-stained cloth and eventually discovered another person's scent near the Southern Great Camp of the Military Command."

"This person had prolonged contact with the assassin."

"According to our investigation, this person is a Commander of a Hundred from the Southern Great Camp named Qian Feng."

"Furthermore, we also found out that this Qian Feng went somewhere half a month ago."

Princess Channing's tone paused, her gaze becoming somewhat complex.

"Prince Han's Manor."

"Prince Han's Manor?"

Zhu Zhanjun's brow twitched slightly.

It is related to him after all.

It seems Fang Bin was just a dog thrown out in front by Prince Han and Prince Zhao.

The real mastermind is still his two ambitious uncles.

"Zhanjun, Prince Han and Prince Zhao have been operating in the army for many years, their influence is deeply entrenched, and they are not easy to deal with."