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Chapter 130 Tracking
The hall, filled with rows of bookshelves and piles of documents, was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Faced with Fu Qiwen's terrifying aura that was as huge as a mountain and as vast as an ocean, Zeng Hai, who was kneeling on the ground, trembled all over. He opened his mouth with difficulty, wanting to repeat what happened to Li Zhu's corpse.

But Fu Qiwen suddenly came to his side and asked in a deep voice:

"Where is the Third Prince's body now? Does anyone else know about this?"

Zeng Hai didn't dare to look up, and replied tremblingly:
"I hid the Third Prince's body and then came to find you immediately without telling anyone."

Fu Qiwen, with half white hair and eyebrows, had deep wrinkles and an extremely solemn expression.

He asked Li Musheng to help him deal with the Third Prince and others, while he himself devoted himself to handling the affairs of Tianjin Guard and preparing to wipe out Luoshen Peak.

So this is how the other party helped?
He actually got rid of the person he needed to deal with, and the person he got rid of was another prince.

He is so bold, how dare he kill the third prince?

Fu Qiwen's expression changed constantly. A prince died in his place. Although he did not kill him, he was still to blame.

Moreover, if you trace back to the source, it was ultimately because he asked Li Musheng for help that this incident occurred.

Fu Qiwen climbed up step by step from the bottom of Tianjin Guard. He has been in officialdom for many years and has seen all kinds of storms, but this is the first time he has encountered such an unexpected disaster.

The entire hall was silent for a while, and Zeng Hai knelt on the ground, feeling very uncomfortable.

He raised his head carefully, only to see Fu Qiwen suddenly sigh heavily and said to him with a rather grim expression:

"After you return, you must hide the Third Prince's body."

Upon hearing this, Zeng Hai was stunned and looked shocked.

He came to the commander-in-chief to seek a solution, and this is how he solved it?

He might as well not have come. If he had known this would happen, he would have found a grave to bury Li Zhu's body himself. Why make a wasted trip?

However, Fu Qiwen seemed to see through his thoughts and warned him in a deep voice:

"After tomorrow, when I leave the imperial capital, remember to secretly return the Third Prince's body to the gate of his mansion."

"Remember not to let anyone know or see this, otherwise there will be consequences. You should know it yourself."

After saying that, Fu Qiwen waved his hand and let Zeng Hai leave.

In the past, if a prince died in his Tianjin Guard, he would definitely try his best to deal with the matter properly.

But it is not possible now. The task of annihilating Luoshen Peak is imminent, and he is currently overwhelmed with affairs and has no spare energy at all.

In addition, his own life or death is unknown during the upcoming trip to Luoshen Peak.

In Fu Qiwen's opinion, if they died at Luoshen Peak, there would be no need to worry about Li Zhu anymore.

And if he is lucky enough to come back alive from Luoshen Peak, then all the guilt he has to bear in this matter will be pardoned by Emperor Yuanwu because of his contribution in destroying Luoshen Peak.

Therefore, the killing of the third prince seemed to be a huge event, but for Fu Qiwen, the solution was actually quite simple.

Looking at Zeng Hai who left with a dazed look on his face, Fu Qiwen shook his head slightly and then called over his two confidants.

He ordered one of them to secretly keep an eye on Zeng Hai, while the other disguised himself as Li Zhu and left the Tianjin Guard headquarters.

He did not expect that this move could be concealed from the Second Prince, the Right Prime Minister and others, he just hoped that it could buy him another day.

And after he left the imperial capital, he naturally had no control over how things developed.

After doing all this, Fu Qiwen turned slightly and glanced towards the courtyard where Li Musheng was.

The eighth prince does things without any rules and acts recklessly, which is simply lawless.

To be honest, he couldn't see through the other party, and was always looked down upon by the other party invisibly.

However, judging from the fact that the other party killed the third prince without saying a word, the other party simply despised him, and it was not really a big deal.

Fu Qiwen shook his head and then returned to his desk to continue handling his business.

He never went to look for Li Musheng from beginning to end. He knew that it would be useless even if he did.

After all, the other party is just like him, and it is still unknown whether he can come back alive from Luoshen Peak.

……

As the sun was setting, two lightly dressed men riding two fierce horses, followed by an ordinary carriage, left the Tianjin Guard headquarters.

"Snapped!"

On the street where the number of pedestrians gradually decreased, the groom Cao Gaoshan, dressed in coarse linen clothes, waved a long whip in his hand and drove two yellow horses pulling the cart to gallop quickly.

There were three people sitting in the carriage at this time.

A middle-aged man, about fifty-three or fifty-four years old, was wearing a dark green silk robe with cloud patterns. He looked a little bloated and dressed like a wealthy man.

The other person was petite, wearing a snow-white brocade Confucian robe, with black hair tied up with a jade hairpin. He looked like a young scholar from an academy.

As for the remaining person, Li Musheng, he leaned against the soft pillow, looked at the two people in front of him, and then looked at the middle-aged wealthy man opposite him and asked bluntly:

"Master Hu, the journey to Lanzhou is long. Why would you bring a girl disguised as a man with you?"

Hearing this, the scholar with rosy lips and white teeth in the carriage pursed his lips, looked up at Li Musheng timidly, and then looked at the rich man beside him.

At this time, the Right Commander Hu Ruian gently waved his hand towards the scholar. A smile appeared on his round face, and he bowed to Li Musheng and said:
"Your Highness, Miss Murong's father and the Commander are sworn brothers, and her family happens to be in Shengzhou. Lord Fu was worried about her traveling home alone, so he asked her to accompany us."

Hearing this, Li Musheng touched his chin, a thoughtful look on his face.

At this time, Hu Ruian gave the scholar a slight wink.

Seeing this, Murong Xiaoya hesitated for a moment, clutching the corner of her clothes tightly, but finally bowed to Li Musheng and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito's hum:
"This humble lady greets His Royal Highness the Eighth Prince."

Li Musheng glanced at the other person and raised his eyebrows, but did not make things difficult for him.

However, he always felt that Fu Qiwen asked him to set off early, not only because of the collusion between Shengzhou Commander-in-Chief and the Governor of the State in Luoshen Peak, but also perhaps it had a lot to do with the little girl in front of him.

Thinking of this, Li Musheng stopped paying attention to the two of them and did not continue to explore.

Anyway, these are not important things to him.

More than an hour later, the carriage drove out of Shangyang City without any incident and sped towards Lanzhou.

……

At the same time, in an alleyway in the darkness of the night, a man suddenly opened his eyes from his coma.

He immediately circulated his martial arts qi while cautiously checking his surroundings. After confirming that there was no danger around him, he breathed a sigh of relief. Then, he lightly jumped onto a high wall and looked around, his expression somewhat grim.

"I hope nothing happened to the Eighth Prince."

He was originally a master sent by the palace to protect Li Musheng, but when he was secretly following Li Musheng's carriage during the day, he was knocked unconscious and has been sleeping until now.

The person who knocked him unconscious was naturally Guan Tianqian, but he didn't know it.

Now that he had lost track of Li Musheng, he had no choice but to temporarily return to the headquarters of Tianjin Guard.

However, after returning to the Tianjin Guard Headquarters, he learned that Li Musheng had actually left Shangyang City...

……

In the brightly lit Third Prince's mansion.

Ji Song, the right prime minister of Dali, huddled in an armchair, a look of anxiety appearing on his old and haggard face.

Servants came to the study from time to time to report, but everyone's news only explained one thing.

The third prince disappeared after leaving the Tianjin Guard headquarters and has not been found to this day.

After the incident with Concubine Ji, the second prince Li Que has been staying in Li Zhu's mansion to discuss how to assist in arresting the murderer.

At this moment, he was sitting opposite Ji Song, his face looking a little ugly:
"You are all a bunch of rubbish. A prince disappeared for several hours, and you couldn't even find a trace of him."

The servants in the mansion were so frightened that they were afraid to speak. Seeing this, Li Que suppressed his anger and said to Ji Song:
"Don't worry, Right Prime Minister. My third brother may be too sad about Mother's matter and has gone out to relax. I have sent the martial arts masters in the palace to look for him. I believe there will be news soon."

Ji Song moved his dry, almost bloodless lips, but did not speak. After a while, he bowed to Li Que and asked:
"Your Highness, I am old and my memory is poor. Please tell me again what Commander Fu Qiwen said about Zhu'er's matter."

Li Que sighed lightly, thought for a moment, and said:

"Master Fu sent a message saying that he doesn't know where the third brother is, but he has sent people to search for him. He will notify us as soon as he has any news."

Ji Song nodded and asked again:

"Did the Eighth Prince respond?"

Hearing this, Li Que's face suddenly turned gloomy, but he shook his head and said:
“There was no reply from beginning to end.”

At this time, Ji Song slowly closed his eyes and said:
"I know Zhu'er. Although he has a bad temper, he always abides by the rules. He wouldn't do something like this, disappearing suddenly without a trace."

As he spoke, he opened his cloudy eyes and said slowly in a hoarse voice:

"Fu Qiwen had been unwilling to assist us before, but after knowing that Zhu'er had left the Tianjin Guard headquarters, he suddenly changed his attitude and sent people to search for Zhu'er's whereabouts..."

"Fu Qiwen's actions are unusual, and the Eighth Prince hasn't even responded. This is even more inappropriate. I'm afraid Zhu'er's matter is closely related to the two of them."

Hearing this, Li Que frowned, his face showing a thoughtful look:

"Given Third Brother's personality, he must have had a conflict with Concubine Jing's son when he went to Tianjin Guard today. But Third Brother should be fine. The fact that he left the Tianjin Guard headquarters proves this."

"Unless... it was Concubine Jing's son who later became dissatisfied and secretly kidnapped my third brother."

Ji Song did not speak, but seemed to agree with Li Que's guess. He said:

"I have already asked people to keep an eye on the Tianjin Guards. Perhaps there will be results soon."

Not long after, a figure in night clothes descended from the eaves, quietly came to the outside of the study, and reported:

"Your Excellency, our people have discovered that an ordinary carriage quietly left the Tianjin Guards' headquarters in the evening, and it seems to be heading out of Shangyang City overnight."

Hearing this, Ji Song's eyes shone with a gleam of brilliance, and then he looked at Li Que and said:
"There must be something fishy going on when things get out of the ordinary. If the Eighth Prince is not stupid, he will know that he has offended us and will be extremely cautious. He won't dare to easily step out of the Tianjin Guard Headquarters. If he wants to leave, he may have to do it in secret, and he may be hiding in that carriage."

Li Que's expression changed and he nodded.
"Regardless of whether Third Brother's matter is truly related to him, if he is in that carriage, we cannot miss this opportunity to capture him. We must seize the initiative."

Ji Song nodded slightly, turned to look at the person outside the door, and asked:

"Do you have any information about the whereabouts of that carriage?"

The man in black bowed his head and saluted, saying:
"My Lord, we have already sent people to investigate, and they should be able to track down the carriage soon."

Upon hearing this, Li Que stood up, looked at Ji Song and said:

"This man must be protected by masters from the palace. I'm afraid ordinary people can't capture him. Fortunately, there are many martial arts masters in my palace. I am willing to lend a helping hand to the Right Prime Minister."

Ji Song nodded and said in a hoarse voice:

"Then I'll trouble you, Your Highness. If I'm not mistaken, Zhu'er's disappearance is most likely related to the Eighth Prince. As long as we can capture him, we should be able to find Zhu'er."

Hearing this, Li Que immediately showed a serious expression and said:
"Rest assured, Right Prime Minister, leave this matter to me. I will definitely capture Concubine Jing's son and bring my third brother back."

After saying this, he said goodbye and left, returning to his house to arrange the next matters.

From the beginning to the end, neither the Second Prince Li Que nor the Right Prime Minister Ji Song had ever thought that Li Zhu would die in the Tianjin Guard Headquarters.

After all, there are almost no people in the entire Shangyang City who do not care about the life of a prince at all like Li Musheng and kills people at will.

Fu Qiwen, the commander of the Tianjin Guard, would never allow such a thing to happen on his territory, let alone help conceal Li Zhu's death.

……

The second prince's residence.

In an extremely luxurious room, wisps of cigarette smoke rose up, and bursts of sweet voices came from behind the pink curtains.

The old man Wuxiang was shirtless and surrounded by a group of young women.

At this time, the face of the faceless old man kept changing, and each appearance that appeared was extremely young and handsome, which made the women around him dazzled.

"My dear ladies, do you think this old man's face is acceptable? If you are not satisfied, feel free to talk to me and I will make sure you are satisfied."

The faceless old man, with his sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, spoke to the women around him with a smile.

However, the face of the faceless old man was very different from his hunched and old body, which looked very inconsistent.

But the women around him didn't seem to care. Their minds seemed to be completely attracted by the other person's face and they were unable to extricate themselves from it.

Just as the old man Wuxiang was enjoying the warmth and fragrance of the jade, there was a knock on the door:

"Senior, Steward Song wants to see you."

Elder Wuxiang seemed extremely displeased to be disturbed, his brows furrowed as he said in a cold voice:
"The old man is busy, so he won't go."

However, the voice outside the door continued:
"Butler Song said he found news about the senior's enemy."

(End of this chapter)