After fifteen years of cultivation, he finally reached the pinnacle of the first rank!

Chapter 141 Questioning
Hearing this, Shen Qiming nodded slightly and said:

"I was just about to tell His Highness about this."

As he spoke, he took out a lead-sealed letter from his arms and handed it to Li Zhi through the iron gate with both hands.

Li Zhi took the envelope, glanced at it lightly, then opened it and quickly scanned it under the dim light of the oil lamp on the stone wall.

Soon, he couldn't help but frown, and his face showed obvious surprise.

"The Hidden Killing Order is actually on him."

Li Zhi's heart sank, and he looked over the contents of the letter again to confirm.

After confirming that he was not mistaken, Li Zhi suddenly revealed a cold smile and said softly:
"How ignorant and fearless."

Hearing this, Shen Qiming outside the prison door raised his head slightly, but he was content to do his duty and did not ask any more questions.

At this time, Li Zhi turned around and sat back on the straw mat in the cell. He picked up a pen and quickly wrote a letter on the small table. Then he put it in an envelope and handed it to Shen Qiming outside the cell again, saying:

"After you return, the person you met last time will come and take the letter away. In the meantime, you don't need to do anything."

Hearing this, Shen Qiming nodded slightly, put away the letter that Li Zhi had given him, and then looked at Li Zhi and asked:

"Your Highness, the Princess has repeatedly asked you when you will be released from the prison. I wonder how I should respond?"

Li Zhi waved his hand gently, squinted his eyes and looked outside the iron gate, and said calmly:
"Don't worry, sister. It won't take too long."

……

At the same time, the Right Prime Minister and the Second Prince Li Que, dressed in plain white mourning clothes, were surrounded by a group of martial arts masters and rushed from the Tianjin Guard Headquarters to the Third Prince's residence with gloomy faces.

Originally, they surrounded the headquarters of Tianjin Guards and wanted to force Fu Qiwen out, but they did not expect that the guards of the headquarters of Tianjin Guards in the imperial capital were so lax at this time. It took almost no effort for the people they led to occupy the entire headquarters of Tianjin Guards.

However, what they didn't expect was that Fu Qiwen, like Li Musheng, was not in the Tianjin Guard headquarters at this time and his whereabouts were unknown.

"Could it be that Fu Qiwen is absconding because he is afraid of being punished?"

The Second Prince Li Que's expression was extremely grim, while the Right Prime Minister Ji Song, who looked sorrowful, slowly closed his eyes and said hoarsely:

"The Tianjin Guards should be making a major move recently. I had already thought of this, but the fact that this matter involves Fu Qiwen himself was beyond my expectation."

As he spoke, he slowly opened his eyes and said:

"But I am certain that Zhu'er's case must be related to Fu Qiwen and the Eighth Prince. Since we can't take him down in the court for now, it's just the same to let them die outside."

After these words were spoken, the Second Prince Li Que glanced at Ji Song, who looked old and haggard, but frowned and said hesitantly:

"It's not that I disagree with the Right Prime Minister's idea, but Fu Qiwen's martial arts cultivation is unfathomable. It is really too difficult to assassinate him."

Hearing this, Ji Song raised his eyes slightly, glanced at Li Que, and said:
"Your Highness, don't worry. This matter involving his commander, Fu Qiwen, is definitely not a trivial matter. I suspect he is also stuck in a quagmire at this moment."

"Perhaps we really couldn't do anything to him in the past, but this is an opportunity. As long as we can find him, we have a chance to kill him."

As he spoke, Ji Song slowly stood up, then bowed solemnly to Li Que and said:
"As long as Your Highness helps me avenge Zhu'er, I will follow Your Highness's lead from now on without any second thoughts."

As soon as these words came out, Li Que's expression suddenly changed. He quickly reached out and helped Ji Song up. The hesitation in his eyes flashed away, and he said in a deep voice:
"Your Excellency, the Right Prime Minister, is too kind. Third brother's affairs are my affairs. I will do my utmost to help him avenge his grievances."

"Besides, I have many martial arts masters in my mansion, so taking down Fu Qiwen is no problem at all."

Hearing this, Ji Song coughed lightly and lowered his head and said:
"With your Highness's words, I feel relieved. I will seek the help of Mr. Youshan and ask the Tianji Pavilion to help me avenge Zhu'er."

Li Que felt a little relieved. In fact, he was only half-believing and half-doubting Ji Song's words, but if there was help from the Tianji Pavilion in the martial arts world, then this matter might really have a chance of success. At this time, Ji Song looked up at Li Que and asked:

"Your Highness, is there any news about the Eighth Prince?"

Li Que frowned slightly, but shook his head and said:
"My subordinates reported back earlier that the carriage seemed to have traveled a long way after leaving the imperial capital. I'm afraid it has already left Jingzhou."

As he spoke, he changed the subject and said quickly:

"However, please rest assured, Lord Right Prime Minister, the martial arts master I sent should catch up with the other party soon."

Ji Song nodded and cupped his hands:

"Thank you for your help, Your Highness. I haven't slept for days and I'm quite tired. I'll take my leave and rest for a while. Please feel free to do as you please."

After saying that, Ji Song asked his servants to support him and left Li Zhu's mourning hall.

Seeing this, Li Que watched the other person leave quietly with a gentle look.

After Ji Song's figure disappeared, he looked at Li Zhu's body lying in the center of the mourning hall. However, his eyes were indifferent at this time.

Then, without waiting for a moment, he returned to his residence under the protection of many martial arts masters.

On the other side, Ji Song returned to the study, asked the servants to make a pot of hot tea, and then sat quietly waiting.

Not long after, a middle-aged man in a Confucian robe and a square scarf on his head appeared silently in the study as a gust of wind blew past the door.

"Mr. Ji, please accept my condolences."

Mr. Youshan sighed softly.

He looked at the hunched and sad old man in front of him, his eyes full of pity.

Hearing this, Ji Song slowly raised his head, looked at the middle-aged man in front of him, and asked in a hoarse voice:
"Mr. Youshan, do you have any clues about the murderer of my daughter?"

Mr. Youshan nodded slightly and then sat down opposite Ji Song.

Seeing this, Ji Song's expressionless face finally showed a hint of anger. He poured a cup of hot tea for the other party and said:
"Please tell me, Mr. Youshan."

Hearing this, Mr. Youshan picked up the teacup and took a sip. After thinking for a moment, he spoke:

"Mr. Ji, although the Tianji Pavilion has made some achievements in gathering intelligence, it is not omnipotent. If there are any mistakes, please forgive me."

Ji Song waved his hand and said:

"That's fine, please just speak frankly, Mr. Youshan."

Upon hearing this, Mr. Youshan spoke:

"The murder of Concubine Ji is related to the case at Cangyuan Marquis's mansion. According to the Tianji Pavilion's investigation, one person who cannot be avoided in this matter is Cangyuan Marquis's daughter, Cang Yinyue."

"A lot of things have happened to this woman recently, and the root of all this is related to another person, the eighth prince of Dali."

Hearing this, Ji Song's expression changed slightly and he said:
"Please continue."

Mr. Youshan's eyes flickered and he shook his head.

"The Eighth Prince is not a simple person. He is surrounded by a great mystery."

(End of this chapter)