0p0 Chapter 183 King Jing
Chapter 183 King Jing
"Young Madam, the situation is critical. We must leave this dangerous place now. Any delay will lead to disaster."
Zuo Jue looked solemn and spoke very quickly.
He stared at Dai Yan, as if urging her to make a decision.
Dai Yan bit her lips lightly, frowned slightly, and after a little thought, nodded gently.
The moonlight fell on them like water, reflecting two figures.
It happened so quickly that Dai Yan and Zuo Jue flashed like two ghosts and quickly ran back the way they came under the cover of moonlight.
Their footsteps were light and agile, like shooting stars across the night sky, disappearing into the darkness in the blink of an eye.
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Inside Zuixiang Tower, the flickering candlelight illuminated Daiyan's slightly tired face.
She returned empty-handed once again. This was not the first time she had encountered such a situation. An indescribable strange feeling began to linger in her heart.
Dai Yan frowned slightly and fell into deep thought.
Is it possible that I have overlooked some important details?
Or is there a deeper, more complex conspiracy lurking in the dark?
Countless chaotic thoughts kept flooding into my mind like a tide, but every clue seemed to point to the same person without exception.
——That mysterious man.
"That man..."
Dai Yan murmured softly, and the mysterious face involuntarily appeared in her mind.
After a moment's thought, she finally uttered two words softly: "Zuo Jue."
At this moment, the door was suddenly pushed open slowly, and a slender figure walked in.
The man who came was Zuo Jue. He walked up to Dai Yan respectfully, bowed slightly and asked, "Young Madam, what can I do for you?"
Dai Yan took a deep breath, gathered herself, and then said, "Tomorrow, go and find out about the prince who is marrying my sister. The more details, the better."
Zuo Jue nodded and said, "Yes."
After saying that, he bowed to Dai Yan, then turned and walked out of the door, closing it gently.
With the sound of the door closing, the room returned to silence again, leaving only Dai Yan sitting alone at the table.
Continue to think about the truth that may be hidden behind this series of confusing events.
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The next afternoon, sunlight streamed into the room through the window lattices, creating patches of mottled light and shadow.
Dai Yan was sitting at the table, concentrating on studying the map of the northern border town spread out in front of her.
Her beautiful face looked particularly focused at this moment, her bright eyes fixed on every mark and line on the map, as if she wanted to deeply imprint this complex terrain in her mind.
Her slender fingers gently held a brush, and she drew on the map from time to time, speculating on the possible defense structure.
Sometimes he frowned slightly, thinking about the defense strategy of a key part; sometimes the corners of his mouth rose slightly, as if he had thought of some ingenious solution.
At this moment, a burst of hurried and heavy footsteps suddenly came from outside the door, breaking the original tranquility in the room.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, and finally stopped in front of the door.
There was a brief silence, and then a few hesitant knocks on the door.
"Come in."
Dai Yan didn't even raise her head, still looking at the map intently, and at the same time gave instructions to the outside of the door in a clear and pleasant voice.
The door slowly opened, and Zuo Jue walked in quickly.
There was a rare look of panic on his face, and even a layer of fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
After entering the room, he quickly bowed to Dai Yan, his voice filled with anxiety: "Young Madam."
Dai Yan raised her head when she heard the voice. They had known each other for six years and had been together for three years. When she saw Zuo Jue like this, her heart couldn't help but tighten.
A bad premonition suddenly came to her mind, and she couldn't help but ask: "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"
Zuo Jue took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and then said, "Saint Yuchi... has been imprisoned in the Western Suburbs Death Row."
"What?" Dai Yan's face changed drastically, and the brush in her hand almost slipped.
"How could this happen? Sister, what crime did she commit?"
Zuo Jue quickly replied, "According to the people stationed in the palace, it is because Saint Yuchi offended the Empress and angered the Emperor."
Dai Yan gritted her teeth and said, "This is ridiculous!"
"Don't even mention my sister's personality. She wouldn't do anything to offend the Queen. Even if she did, so what?"
"How could a dignified Saintess of the Li Kingdom, a princess married to a prince, end up in the Western Suburbs Death Row just for offending the Queen?"
"Even if you don't consider the face of the Northern King, you won't give face to the Li Kingdom?"
Having said that, Dai Yan suddenly realized something and frowned.
"Oh no! They've detained the Saint. It seems they've noticed something and are preparing to fight head-on."
Dai Yan suddenly realized that perhaps offending the Queen was just an excuse to detain the Saint.
From the very beginning, the Northern Kingdom specifically requested a marriage alliance with the Saint, and it was planning this scene.
The saint was detained, and this matter would cause a huge uproar when it was reported back to Li Country.
I am afraid that by then people will be in panic again, and the common people will feel that they cannot leave the country and are being bullied.
"Young Madam, what should we do now? Should we try to rescue the Saint?" Zuo Jue looked at Dai Yan anxiously.
Dai Yan thought for a moment and said in a deep voice, "Don't be impatient."
This sentence seemed to be spoken to Zuo Jue, but also seemed to be spoken to himself.
Calm down. There is nothing you can do now except calm down.
Dai Yan calmed down and continued speaking.
"The Western Suburbs Death Row is heavily guarded, and it's difficult for us to rescue them alone."
"I need to plan carefully."
Before Zuo Jue could speak, Dai Yan continued.
"Immediately send someone to secretly monitor the death row and report back as soon as you get any news."
"Yes, I'll do it right away." Zuo Jue accepted the order and was about to turn around and leave.
"Wait, how's the matter going that you were asked to investigate?"
Dai Yan frowned slightly and looked at Zuo Jue.
After hearing the news that the saint was captured, Zuo Jue suddenly realized that he had forgotten to report such an important matter!
He quickly lowered his head and bowed respectfully, then spoke carefully, "Young Madam, I'm truly sorry. I was so anxious that I completely forgot to report this matter. Please forgive me, Madam."
"Don't worry about all these red tape, just say it directly." Dai Yan waved her hand, indicating that Zuo Jue didn't need to be too restrained.
From the moment he came in, the tension in Zuo Juexin's heart eased a little, and his originally panicked mood gradually calmed down.
He slowly said, "Young Madam, the prince who married the Saint is the third prince born to the late Emperor of the Northern Kingdom and Concubine Xiao. His title is 'Jing'."
"King Jing?"
Dai Yan murmured the name softly, and the figure of the man she had seen before appeared in her mind.
"Yes, it's Prince Jing. According to rumors, Prince Jing has been frail and sickly since childhood. He is usually just an idle prince who does nothing."
Zuo Jue continued to report the information he had heard to Dai Yan.
"Sickly?"
When Dai Yan heard this, she couldn't help but feel a little confused.
She recalled the tall and handsome man she had met before, and could not in any way associate him with being frail and sickly.
Could it be... that he is not the real prince?
At this moment, Zuo Jue carefully took out a scroll from his arms, handed it to Dai Yan with both hands, and said, "Young Madam, this is a portrait of Prince Jing."
Dai Yan took the portrait and unfolded it to take a look.
The person in the painting has sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, well-defined facial features, and an elegant temperament. He is exactly the person I met in the general's mansion.
The expression of the person in the painting was obviously a little more listless. Dai Yan always felt that this portrait was missing something, as if it could not fully show the person's true appearance.
It was those eyes as sharp as an eagle.
She couldn't help but think of the scene in the general's room that day, and thought to herself.
"Is this Prince Jing really just a lazy prince with nothing but good looks as the rumors say?"
"Rather than that, is it more likely that he is deliberately hiding his true identity?"
"We are sending people to keep an eye on King Jing."
"Go check what the material of this totem has to do with King Jing."
Dai Yan casually picked up a pattern that had been drawn long ago from the table. It was the one she had seen on those men in black before.
"Yes."
Zuo Jue was ordered to leave.