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

Chapter 24 Many Princes
The guard at the city gate confirmed Cang Yinyue's token and asked a few more questions.

In the end, after taking a look at Li Musheng, the handsome "important criminal" from the Six Gates, he recorded the information and let the two of them enter the city.

After exiting the spacious and long city gate passage and stepping onto the bluestone-paved streets of Shangyang City, the hooves of mules and horses made crisp sounds as they stepped on them.

Soon, the noisy voices of people came over us.

Li Musheng and Cang Yinyue rode side by side on the street. Looking around, they saw a constant stream of pedestrians and cars, shops lining the roadside with flags fluttering, and there was no end in sight.

"Eat first before entering the city. I'll report your situation to the Secret Service."

Cang Yinyue brought Li Musheng to a restaurant that was doing very good business. After ordering a few dishes from the waiter, she left Li Musheng alone and disappeared into the backyard of the restaurant.

Li Musheng didn't care. The Secret Service was known as the number one intelligence agency in Dali, but it had no official office.

All the secret agents and spies of the Secret Service have various and countless identities in public, but their true identities are always revealed in the dark.

While the food and wine had not yet arrived, Li Musheng sat in the private room, drinking the restaurant's free tea while paying attention to the customers chatting freely or in low voices.

In places like this where many people gather, you can always hear some interesting things and explosive news that you don’t know whether it is true or not.

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"Have you heard? A new seventh prince has arrived at the Aurora Pavilion. Tsk tsk, this is the sixty-first prince to appear in the past month!"

"That's right. I remember when I first heard someone had found the long-lost Seventh Prince, I was curious and went to see for myself. I didn't expect it to turn out to be a mistake. It wasn't the real prince at all. Since then, so many princes have appeared that I've become numb to them."

"Some people in this world just want to ascend to the top overnight. In my opinion, those who claim to be the prince should be punished for deceiving the emperor and beheaded in public."

"You can't say that. What if you accidentally kill the real Seventh Prince?"

"If you ask me, we should just forget about looking for a real prince. The one in the prison is a master of both military and literary skills, and he is the true dragon of Dali. That prince who has been living among the people for twenty years might just be an uneducated, scoundrel and beggar now. Bringing him back would only bring shame to the Dali royal family."

"Hush, you're so bold! Be careful! The Tianjin Guards will throw you into prison and chop off your head."

"Why wouldn't I dare say anything? My uncle used to work for the Seventh Prince. He told me many times that the Seventh Prince would be the future ruler of Dali... ahem..."

A young man in a royal blue brocade robe was holding a wine glass and talking with a red face, but someone beside him quickly covered his mouth with his hand and choked on the wine, causing him to cough.

After this stimulation, Zhang He suddenly sobered up a lot. He knew that he had just spoken out of turn while drunk, so he quickly shut up and stopped talking.

However, at this moment, the door of the restaurant's private room where he was was suddenly kicked open.

I saw a group of three people walking in from outside, led by a young man with a sinister face.

On one side of the young man was a woman wearing a long green dress. The woman had a pretty face, but her eyes were a little cold.

On the other side was a burly man with a strong build, a chin like a swallow and a beard like a tiger, and he was over seven feet tall.

The one who kicked the door was the big man. He glanced at the five people in the room and shouted in a deep voice:

"Just now I heard someone talking nonsense about the prince and His Majesty. This is a heinous act. Everyone, come with me to the government office."

Hearing this, Zhang He was about to stand up and speak, but was stopped by another man in green clothes beside him, who bowed and said:
"Brother, you must have heard wrongly. We were drinking here and chatting about poetry and songs. We absolutely did not mention anything about the prince or His Majesty." As soon as these words came out, the other three people and Zhang He immediately reacted and nodded repeatedly.
"Yes, we were just drinking, chatting, and reciting poetry."

Then, Zhang He's eyes flashed, and he asked loudly:

"Who are you? Why did you suddenly break into our room? Are you looking for trouble?"

Hearing this, the big man snorted coldly and said sternly:
"You are quite good at making excuses. We heard everything you said just now clearly from the other side."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand and was about to move forward to grab Zhang He. It was obvious that he recognized Zhang He's voice and knew that he was the one who had just spoken.

"You dare to touch me? My uncle is the Minister of Revenue. If you hurt me, you will lose your head."

Zhang He had some basic martial arts skills, and while shouting angrily, he quickly dodged and retreated.

But the big man's hand, like an iron clamp, was as fast as the wind. As he stretched out his hand, his body leaped out in the blink of an eye.

Zhang He's speed was obviously slower than his opponent's. Just as he was about to be caught by the opponent, the man in green clothes next to him suddenly threw a punch. The punch was as fast as a knife and went straight to the side of the big man's face.

The big man felt threatened by the punch and immediately let go of Zhang He. He tilted his head to avoid the opponent's fist and changed the momentum of his claws to go straight for the chest of the man in green.

Soon, the two exchanged dozens of moves and fought each other.

The table full of delicious food and wine was overturned during the fight between the two men, and the tables, chairs and stools were all blown into pieces by the powerful fists and claws.

The young man with a gloomy face and the woman in the green skirt stood by the door, just standing there without any movement.

Zhang He and the other three leaned against the wall of the wing room, not daring to intervene in the fight between the big man and the man in blue.

At this moment, the big man, after exchanging a punch with his opponent, suddenly raised his foot and kicked sideways, directly knocking over a wooden wall next to him.

The restaurant's side rooms were separated by several thick door panels. After the wooden wall was kicked over, it collapsed with a loud bang, revealing the scene inside another side room.

"Didn't you say you were reciting poetry? Why don't you listen to what the person next door is saying and what they just heard?"

The big man said this in a muffled voice, and after repelling the man in green with one move, he quickly retreated towards the door.

Seeing this, the man in green's expression changed, but he finally stopped and did not chase the other party. He just came to stand beside Zhang He.

At this time, a woman was sitting in the room next door. She didn't even look at the collapsed wooden wall, but just quietly drank the tea in the cup.

"Miss, did you hear these dandy and rebellious words just now? Please speak out as a witness."

The woman in the green dress took a step forward and asked the woman in the next room.

Seeing this, Zhang He's eyes flashed with panic, and he quickly shouted:
"My uncle is the Minister of Revenue!"

The meaning of his words was very clear. He intended to intimidate the woman in the next room and stop her from talking nonsense.

The woman in the green dress glanced at Zhang He, then took out a waist badge and said:
"Miss, there's no need to be afraid. We are from the Six Gates."

(End of this chapter)