Joy of Life: Me, the Second Prince? Summon Yuan Tiangang!

Zhang Kai suddenly straightened up and shouted loudly.

Ji Wuye frowned, a cold killing intent flashing in his eyes: "Prime Minister Zhang, what else do you have to say? Do you intend to hog this case and let the soldiers on the border continue to go hungry?"

Zhang Kai ignored Ji Wuye's threat. He took a deep breath, as if he had made a huge decision, and kowtowed heavily to King Han An.

"Your Majesty! Though this old minister is incompetent, I have found an extraordinary person! This person is exceptionally intelligent and resourceful, and will surely solve this case, recover the military funds, and restore peace and order to our Han!"

"Oh?" Upon hearing this, King Han An's eyes flashed with a glimmer of hope. "Who exactly is this extraordinary person the Prime Minister speaks of? Where is he now?"

Ji Wuye sneered, his face full of disdain. In this city of Xinzheng, who else would dare to take on this hot potato? Even if someone did, they would only be there to die.

Zhang Kai slowly stood up, turned his head, and looked at the heavy bronze door of the main hall.

"This person is both far away and right before our eyes. He is... the Ninth Prince, Han Fei!"

"What?!"

As soon as Zhang Kaidi uttered these words, the entire hall erupted in chaos.

The ministers looked at each other, discussing the matter animatedly.

"Ninth Young Master? That纨绔公子 (spoiled brat) who spends all his time loitering in the Purple Orchid Pavilion and doing nothing productive?"

"Has the Prime Minister become senile? Although the Ninth Prince is Xunzi's favorite disciple, he has never been involved in court politics. How could he possibly solve such a shocking case?"

"It's all over! The Prime Minister is grasping at straws in his desperation! If the Ninth Prince takes this case, he might even lose his life!"

Han Wang An was also stunned. He looked at Zhang Kaidi with a furrowed brow: "Prime Minister, are you joking? Ninth Prince... what does he know about investigating cases?"

Ji Wuye couldn't help but burst into laughter, his laughter filled with mockery and contempt: "Hahaha! Prime Minister Zhang, if you want to find a scapegoat, you should at least find someone decent. The Ninth Prince is a precious son of the emperor; if he's scared out of his wits by those 'ghost soldiers,' the King will be heartbroken!"

Faced with the ministers' questioning and Ji Wuye's mockery, Zhang Kaidi remained unusually calm. He offered no explanation, simply gazing silently at the entrance to the main hall.

Just then.

"Tap, tap, tap..."

A series of unhurried yet remarkably steady footsteps came from outside the main hall.

The footsteps weren't heavy, but in the noisy hall at that moment, they sounded exceptionally clear, as if each step resonated deeply in everyone's hearts.

The discussions inside the hall gradually subsided, and everyone's gaze turned to the entrance.

Bathed in the morning sunlight, Han Fei slowly crossed the threshold of the main hall.

Wearing a long purple brocade robe with a jade belt around her waist, she exuded an innate nobility and elegance without any elaborate ornaments.

Han Fei ignored the surprised, doubtful, or pitying gazes around him. He walked steadily to the center of the hall and stopped beside Zhang Kaidi.

Then, he clasped his hands together and bowed deeply to King An of Han on the throne.

"Your subject Han Fei greets Your Majesty."

Han Fei's voice was clear and gentle, like jade striking jade, echoing throughout the hall.

Looking at his son, whom he hadn't seen for many years and who seemed somewhat unfamiliar, Han Wang'an asked with a complicated expression, "Ninth son, Prime Minister Zhang said you can solve this 'ghost soldiers robbing the payroll' case. Is that true?"

Han Fei straightened up, smiled slightly, and said with a strong sense of confidence, "Father, since I dare to stand here, I naturally have full confidence."

"How arrogant!"

Before King Han An could speak, Ji Wuye snorted coldly and took a step forward.

"boom!"

As Ji Wuye took that step, a terrifying pressure, almost tangible, swept towards Han Fei like a tidal wave.

Ji Wuye's sinister eyes were fixed on Han Fei, like a tiger sizing up its prey.

"Ninth Young Master, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want. In this 'Ghost Soldiers Robbery of Funds' case, five presiding judges have already died. Those are real evil spirits seeking revenge! You are a person of noble birth; if you were to come into contact with anything unclean and lose your life, you would regret it forever!"

Ji Wuye's words were filled with blatant threats.

He was warning Han Fei not to meddle in other people's business, or he would suffer the same fate as the five judges who died mysteriously!

The assembled officials in the hall, sensing the terrifying killing intent emanating from Ji Wuye, all lowered their heads in fear, not daring to utter a sound. Zhang Kaidi was also pale-faced, his palms damp with cold sweat.

However, Han Fei, who was at the center of the oppressive aura, seemed to feel nothing at all.

He didn't even change the smile on his face in the slightest.

Han Fei slowly turned his head to meet Ji Wuye's murderous gaze, meeting his eyes without backing down.

"General, you are mistaken." Han Fei shook his head slightly, his tone as relaxed as if he were discussing the weather. "In this world, what ghosts or gods are there? They are nothing but petty charlatans who pretend to be gods and ghosts."

Han Fei took a step forward, closing the distance between himself and Ji Wuye. He tilted his head slightly, looking at Ji Wuye, who was half a head taller than him. The smile on his lips gradually faded, replaced by an extremely sharp edge.

"The General commands 100,000 elite troops of Korea, his might shaking the world. If there were truly ghost soldiers causing trouble, the General only needed to send out a single iron cavalry force to crush them to dust. Yet, this 100,000 taels of military pay vanished despite heavy guard. What does this signify?"

Han Fei's voice suddenly rose in pitch, echoing throughout the hall and becoming deafening.

"This proves that those who robbed the military funds weren't ghost soldiers at all! They were people! People with immense power, capable of controlling everything in Xinzheng City, and even able to cause the mysterious deaths of five presiding judges!"

Every word Han Fei spoke was like a sharp knife, piercing Ji Wuye fiercely.

The assembled officials in the hall gasped upon hearing Han Fei's words.

crazy!

Ninth Prince is absolutely insane!

His words were practically accusing Ji Wuye of being a robber!

Ji Wuye's face instantly turned extremely gloomy. His fleshy face twitched slightly with extreme anger, and the killing intent in his eyes almost solidified.

"Ninth Young Master, do you know what you're saying?!" Ji Wuye's hand had already slowly rested on the hilt of the "Eight-Foot" sword at his waist.

"Zheng—"

A faint sword cry rang out, and the temperature inside the hall seemed to drop by more than ten degrees in an instant.

"Of course I know what I'm talking about." Facing Ji Wuye's almost murderous gaze, Han Fei not only did not back down, but instead took another step forward.

He looked directly into Ji Wuye's eyes and said, word by word, "General, are you afraid? Afraid that I will uncover the truth, afraid that I will tear a hole in your all-encompassing 'night curtain'?"

"You're asking for it!"

Ji Wuye roared, his killing intent exploding forth. He drew his greatsword from his waist, the blade aimed directly at Han Fei's throat.

"No!"

Han Fei took a step forward, closing the distance between himself and Ji Wuye. He tilted his head slightly, looking at Ji Wuye, who was half a head taller than him. The smile on his lips gradually faded, replaced by an extremely sharp edge.

"The General commands 100,000 elite troops of Korea, his might shaking the world. If there were truly ghost soldiers causing trouble, the General only needed to send out a single iron cavalry force to crush them to dust. Yet, this 100,000 taels of military pay vanished despite heavy guard. What does this signify?"

Han Fei's voice suddenly rose in pitch, echoing throughout the hall and becoming deafening.

"This proves that those who robbed the military funds weren't ghost soldiers at all! They were people! People with immense power, capable of controlling everything in Xinzheng City, and even able to cause the mysterious deaths of five presiding judges!"

Every word Han Fei spoke was like a sharp knife, piercing Ji Wuye fiercely.

The assembled officials in the hall gasped upon hearing Han Fei's words.

crazy!

Ninth Prince is absolutely insane!

His words were practically accusing Ji Wuye of being a robber!

Ji Wuye's face instantly turned extremely gloomy. His fleshy face twitched slightly with extreme anger, and the killing intent in his eyes almost solidified.

"Ninth Young Master, do you know what you're saying?!" Ji Wuye's hand had already slowly rested on the hilt of the "Eight-Foot" sword at his waist.

"Zheng—"

A faint sword cry rang out, and the temperature inside the hall seemed to drop by more than ten degrees in an instant.

"Of course I know what I'm talking about." Facing Ji Wuye's almost murderous gaze, Han Fei not only did not back down, but instead took another step forward.

He looked directly into Ji Wuye's eyes and said, word by word, "General, are you afraid? Afraid that I will uncover the truth, afraid that I will tear a hole in your all-encompassing 'night curtain'?"

"You're asking for it!"

Ji Wuye roared, his killing intent exploding forth. He drew his greatsword from his waist, the blade aimed directly at Han Fei's throat.

"No!"

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Han Fei took a step forward, closing the distance between himself and Ji Wuye. He tilted his head slightly, looking at Ji Wuye, who was half a head taller than him. The smile on his lips gradually faded, replaced by an extremely sharp edge.

"The General commands 100,000 elite troops of Korea, his might shaking the world. If there were truly ghost soldiers causing trouble, the General only needed to send out a single iron cavalry force to crush them to dust. Yet, this 100,000 taels of military pay vanished despite heavy guard. What does this signify?"

Han Fei's voice suddenly rose in pitch, echoing throughout the hall and becoming deafening.

"This proves that those who robbed the military funds weren't ghost soldiers at all! They were people! People with immense power, capable of controlling everything in Xinzheng City, and even able to cause the mysterious deaths of five presiding judges!"

Every word Han Fei spoke was like a sharp knife, piercing Ji Wuye fiercely.

The assembled officials in the hall gasped upon hearing Han Fei's words.

crazy!

Ninth Prince is absolutely insane!

His words were practically accusing Ji Wuye of being a robber!

Ji Wuye's face instantly turned extremely gloomy. His fleshy face twitched slightly with extreme anger, and the killing intent in his eyes almost solidified.

"Ninth Young Master, do you know what you're saying?!" Ji Wuye's hand had already slowly rested on the hilt of the "Eight-Foot" sword at his waist.

"Zheng—"

A faint sword cry rang out, and the temperature inside the hall seemed to drop by more than ten degrees in an instant.

"Of course I know what I'm talking about." Facing Ji Wuye's almost murderous gaze, Han Fei not only did not back down, but instead took another step forward.

He looked directly into Ji Wuye's eyes and said, word by word, "General, are you afraid? Afraid that I will uncover the truth, afraid that I will tear a hole in your all-encompassing 'night curtain'?"

"You're asking for it!"

Ji Wuye roared, his killing intent exploding forth. He drew his greatsword from his waist, the blade aimed directly at Han Fei's throat.

"No!"

Han Fei took a step forward, closing the distance between himself and Ji Wuye. He tilted his head slightly, looking at Ji Wuye, who was half a head taller than him. The smile on his lips gradually faded, replaced by an extremely sharp edge.

"The General commands 100,000 elite troops of Korea, his might shaking the world. If there were truly ghost soldiers causing trouble, the General only needed to send out a single iron cavalry force to crush them to dust. Yet, this 100,000 taels of military pay vanished despite heavy guard. What does this signify?"

Han Fei's voice suddenly rose in pitch, echoing throughout the hall and becoming deafening.

"This proves that those who robbed the military funds weren't ghost soldiers at all! They were people! People with immense power, capable of controlling everything in Xinzheng City, and even able to cause the mysterious deaths of five presiding judges!"

Every word Han Fei spoke was like a sharp knife, piercing Ji Wuye fiercely.

The assembled officials in the hall gasped upon hearing Han Fei's words.

crazy!

Ninth Prince is absolutely insane!

His words were practically accusing Ji Wuye of being a robber!

Ji Wuye's face instantly turned extremely gloomy. His fleshy face twitched slightly with extreme anger, and the killing intent in his eyes almost solidified.

"Ninth Young Master, do you know what you're saying?!" Ji Wuye's hand had already slowly rested on the hilt of the "Eight-Foot" sword at his waist.

"Zheng—"

A faint sword cry rang out, and the temperature inside the hall seemed to drop by more than ten degrees in an instant.

"Of course I know what I'm talking about." Facing Ji Wuye's almost murderous gaze, Han Fei not only did not back down, but instead took another step forward.

He looked directly into Ji Wuye's eyes and said, word by word, "General, are you afraid? Afraid that I will uncover the truth, afraid that I will tear a hole in your all-encompassing 'night curtain'?"

"You're asking for it!"

Ji Wuye roared, his killing intent exploding forth. He drew his greatsword from his waist, the blade aimed directly at Han Fei's throat.

"No!"

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Han Fei took a step forward, closing the distance between himself and Ji Wuye. He tilted his head slightly, looking at Ji Wuye, who was half a head taller than him. The smile on his lips gradually faded, replaced by an extremely sharp edge.

"The General commands 100,000 elite troops of Korea, his might shaking the world. If there were truly ghost soldiers causing trouble, the General only needed to send out a single iron cavalry force to crush them to dust. Yet, this 100,000 taels of military pay vanished despite heavy guard. What does this signify?"

Han Fei's voice suddenly rose in pitch, echoing throughout the hall and becoming deafening.

"This proves that those who robbed the military funds weren't ghost soldiers at all! They were people! People with immense power, capable of controlling everything in Xinzheng City, and even able to cause the mysterious deaths of five presiding judges!"

Every word Han Fei spoke was like a sharp knife, piercing Ji Wuye fiercely.

The assembled officials in the hall gasped upon hearing Han Fei's words.

crazy!

Ninth Prince is absolutely insane!

His words were practically accusing Ji Wuye of being a robber!

Ji Wuye's face instantly turned extremely gloomy. His fleshy face twitched slightly with extreme anger, and the killing intent in his eyes almost solidified.

"Ninth Young Master, do you know what you're saying?!" Ji Wuye's hand had already slowly rested on the hilt of the "Eight-Foot" sword at his waist.

"Zheng—"

A faint sword cry rang out, and the temperature inside the hall seemed to drop by more than ten degrees in an instant.

"Of course I know what I'm talking about." Facing Ji Wuye's almost murderous gaze, Han Fei not only did not back down, but instead took another step forward.

He looked directly into Ji Wuye's eyes and said, word by word, "General, are you afraid? Afraid that I will uncover the truth, afraid that I will tear a hole in your all-encompassing 'night curtain'?"

"You're asking for it!"

Ji Wuye roared, his killing intent exploding forth. He drew his greatsword from his waist, the blade aimed directly at Han Fei's throat.

"No!"