Hou Ye's palm heart is a black lotus

Chapter 759 The Raindrops Fall (First Update)
Xiao Chenglin's eyelids twitched. "I don't know what Lord Fan means by this."

Fan Chengzhuo stared intently at him, his eyes brimming with resentment.

"Let me ask you this! Did you already know about Zheng Baosu's matter and deliberately deceive me?!"

Xiao Chenglin's heart sank.

He had made countless guesses before, but he never expected that Fan Chengzhuo would enter the palace today because of this matter!
However, his expression remained unchanged, and he simply said, "I wonder what Lord Fan is referring to?"

"Stop pretending!" Fan Chengzhuo suddenly sprang to his feet, seemingly wanting to rush forward, but his body was too weak, and even moving became difficult. "You clearly knew all along! Yet you kept using him as an excuse to threaten me! You—! Xiao Chenglin! You deserve to die!"

Emperor Mu Wu frowned, and Eunuch Li immediately signaled the guards to step forward and restrain Fan Chengzhuo, who was acting like a madman.

Fan Chengzhuo was still struggling frantically, blood seeping from many of his wounds. His face was as pale as a ghost, his expression mournful and pitiful.

Xiao Chenglin did not move.

"Lord Fan, it seems you've become delirious from your illness."

Noticing the scrutinizing gaze from Emperor Muwu, Xiao Chenglin calmly bowed and said, "Your subject truly does not understand the meaning of what he just said, but your subject rarely goes out, has no dealings with Lord Fan, and has never made an enemy of him. Your subject begs Your Majesty to investigate thoroughly and find out who instructed him to suddenly slander your subject like this!"

His words were calm and resolute, and his demeanor was open and honest; he truly seemed to have been wronged.

But... at this point, why would Fan Chengzhuo need to wrong him?

Emperor Mu Wu's face remained expressionless as he spoke in a deep voice, "I also want to know, why did he target you specifically, and not others?"

Xiao Chenglin's heart skipped a beat.

"Father——"

"Fan Chengzhuo." Emperor Muwu interrupted him, looking directly to the other side, "What exactly did you mean by what you just said? You said Prince Jing threatened you, then... what has he made you do for him?"

Xiao Chenglin was now truly anxious. "Father! He's spouting nonsense; how can we believe him—"

Emperor Mu Wu did not look at him, but merely raised his hand.

Xiao Chenglin's attempts to defend himself were all choked back.

Fan Chengzhuo's shoulders trembled slightly, as if he were crying, or perhaps laughing.

"He...didn't His Majesty keep asking who this sinner's true 'master' is?"

He slowly raised his head, his hair disheveled, his expression crazed, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with deep hatred!
"The one who colluded with Vajra, sold supplies and weapons for countless riches, and betrayed the country is none other than your good son—Prince Jing! Xiao Chenglin!"

The hoarse, strained voice echoed in the empty hall, sending chills down one's spine.

At this moment, even the wind seemed to stand still.

After an unknown amount of time, Emperor Mu Wu finally looked at Xiao Chenglin, his eyes deep and his emotions unreadable, yet carrying an indescribable pressure!

"Prince Jing, what do you say?" he asked, enunciating each word clearly.

Xiao Chenglin stood with his hands at his sides and his head slightly bowed.

A strong wind blew outside, bringing a sudden chill that seeped into one's bones.

Wow——!
Rain fell from the sky and quickly covered the entire world.

The palace servants outside the hall hurriedly went to lower the curtains, and rain splashed everywhere.

The people inside the hall stood silently, like a still painting.

Ye Chutang raised her eyes and looked towards the door.

Water droplets formed lines, the sky hung low, and a thin layer of mist enveloped the ground.

Xiao Chenglin raised his head, his beautiful and delicate face clear and calm.

"Your subject swears with his life that he has never done such a thing."

He said.

……

In the south of the city, on a certain street.

The sudden rain caused pedestrians on the street to run.

But just then, a group of people came rushing in through the wind and rain! The sound of horses' hooves echoed!

Many people looked over upon hearing the sound, but were all shocked the moment they saw who it was.

"That is……"

Someone spoke softly, but before they could even begin, the sound of the rain swallowed their words.

Seemingly intimidated by that imposing and chilling aura, they all fell silent, but involuntarily slowed their pace and followed the aura with their eyes.

Soon, the group stopped in front of an inconspicuous, dilapidated pharmacy.

The heavy rain blurred the figures of those people.

However, the young man sitting high on his horse at the very front, dressed in white, still easily attracted everyone's attention. Even through the rain, one could still vaguely make out his handsome features.

The door to the pharmacy was half open.

Bashar arrived at the door, intending to close and shut down, but his heart skipped a beat when he saw the dark mass of people in front of the door!
—The rain was so loud that he didn't even notice these people's appearance!

Realizing this, he felt even more terrified.

Even on a rainy day, so many people rode in on horseback, yet they didn't attract his attention at all!

Is this... the true strength of the Black Cavalry?

Countless thoughts flashed through Bashar's mind, but he put on a tense and puzzled expression.

"What brings you all here?"

Shen Yanchuan sat high on his horse and glanced at him indifferently.

"Do you know that imprisoning a princess without permission is a capital offense?"

Bashar was almost scared out of his wits in an instant.

His lips turned pale instantly, and his expression stiffened. "You, you—I don't know what you mean by that?"

Shen Yanchuan didn't answer him; it would just be a waste of time.

He slightly raised his chin, and his thin lips uttered crisp syllables.

"Search!"

"Yes!"

At a command, the group immediately split into three groups, flanking the pharmacy from the left and right, while the group in the middle entered directly through the main entrance!

Bashar was both shocked and anxious—such a big thing had happened, how come no one had notified him in advance!
Of course he didn't know that the person who could have notified him was already in dire straits himself, so how could he possibly care about him?
Bashar instinctively tried to stop them, "No, no! You can't—"

Suddenly, a hand landed on his shoulder. The seemingly light movement immediately rendered Bashar unable to move!
He looked over in horror, and Lian Zhou winked at him sympathetically.

"Boss, your hands must be calloused from digging graves and burying people with your bare hands, right?"

Bashar's eyes widened suddenly!
"you--"

boom--!
The hidden door leading to the backyard was suddenly kicked open!

Bashar felt a sudden emptiness in his heart and quickly turned around, his heart sinking.

Lian Zhou dislocated both of Basha's arms with a backhand, causing him to be in so much pain that he couldn't utter a single word.

"Look at him."

Lian Zhou handed the person over to the others to watch over, then went to the door and went straight inside.

The courtyard was empty.

But Lian Zhou immediately noticed the drafty window.

And then there were those fleeting, eerie blue eyes.

He raised an eyebrow.

It seems that digging that grave wasn't for nothing; it was all so easy.

"Open the door!"