Starting from the prison, an infinite simulation

Holy Dragon Empire

Han Hou Mansion

Han Xuan was playing with a golden stone statue in his study, his eyes fixed on the yellowish-brown straw paper on the table.

There are ten names listed above, all of whom are his political enemies in the court, with Liu Jun's name placed first!

"This Liu Jun, the King's uncle, is really not easy to deal with," Han Hou said with a squinting gaze.

For many years, Liu Jun has been a major concern for Han Xuan. He also knows that it is the king who is deliberately restraining him, which is why Liu Jun has such a position and power.

But Han Xuan was no ordinary person either. One day he would completely remove this thorn in his side!

"Report! News has come from the front, Lord Marquis: Hei Leiya has returned all our wealth!"

Suddenly, a messenger rushed into the study with hurried steps and knelt down to report the situation to Han Xuan.

"What happened? Was it not enough?" Upon hearing that something had changed at Hei Lei Cliff, Han Hou asked with a frown.

He had already bribed Hei Leiya with ten chests of silver to rob the caravan, so why would they refuse?

These ten chests of silver represent five years' worth of income for these bandits! Aren't they willing to do this deal?

Moreover, that caravan is much weaker than Hei Leiya, so they wouldn't lose many men if they really fought. No matter how you look at it, they won't lose out in this deal.

How dare they change their minds at the last minute?!

"What's going on here? If you don't think the money is enough, then send ten more boxes!" Han Xuan put down the golden stone statue in his hand and said with slight anger.

Under the Marquis's overwhelming rage, the messenger stammered, trembling, "No...it's not...it's about the money...it's..."

"What's the problem? Tell me!"

Han Xuan suddenly kicked the messenger, his old face contorted with rage.

After tumbling a few times, the messenger got up again and continued, "Yes... there's a big shot in the caravan, they dare not make a move!"

"A big shot?" Han Xuan suddenly thought of something, turned around and stared at Liu Jun's name on the paper, his eyes gradually turning cold.

Could it be that Liu Jun knows what I'm thinking and is deliberately trying to stop me?

"Report! A letter from Li Jian of the Loyal and Righteous Escort Agency has arrived, Your Excellency!"

While Han Xuan was lost in thought, another messenger entered the study.

"What did the letter say?" Han Xuan asked, turning his head.

"The letter...the letter says that Liu Jun has seized the white crane celestial sedan chair that you, Lord Marquis, presented to the King."

The messenger spoke with a hint of fear in his voice. He saw the dust on the clothes of the man next to him and knew that he had been reprimanded by the Marquis.

He wondered if he would get a lecture after he finished speaking, since the Marquis was known for his ruthlessness!

"To offer as tribute to the King?" Upon hearing this, Han Xuan lowered his head in thought, then burst into laughter that echoed throughout the Marquis's residence.

"Hahaha! That caravan really does have a big shot among them!"

He was now 100% certain that the important figure was not Liu Jun, and that Liu Jun's death was imminent!

"Pass on my order: have the eight hundred archers who are already in ambush keep a close watch. Once that caravan leaves the Black Thunder territory, kill them all without leaving a single survivor!"

"And immediately find out who that important person is! I will reward him handsomely!"

"Yes, sir!" The two messengers accepted the order and withdrew.

Han Xuan was the only one left in the study, laughing heartily; he had never been so happy.

He originally thought that he would have to slowly boil the frog in the water before he could take action against Liu Jun, but now that someone has handed him the knife, he absolutely cannot miss this opportunity!

"Hahaha, Wang Quan! I will have you!"

……

After leaving Li Jian's carriage, Jiang Yueming went straight to Chen Qingling's residence. He had a letter in his arms to give to her, or rather, to her and her family.

That was a letter he wrote to Qianbaoge. Since Chen Dahai was the richest man in the Holy Dragon Empire, he must have had dealings with Qianbaoge.

Although Jiang Yueming didn't understand what Chen Qingling was saying to her mother in the carriage that day, or what Liu Jun meant by promising to release her father.

But none of that matters anymore, because Liu Jun is about to go to hell!

His only worry now is what will happen to Chen Qingling's family once they leave the Black Thunder Territory.

So he wrote a letter to the head of the Qianbaoge branch in the Holy Dragon Empire.

We hope they can take in and protect Chen Qingling and her family.

To be honest, Jiang Yueming really didn't want to trouble Qianbaoge. Although it was Shangguan Shu's territory, if Jian Guizong found out that Qianbaoge was still related to him...

Shangguan Zhu will definitely face suppression in the Jiang clan, and his life there will certainly be difficult.

"Sigh, I wouldn't have bothered Uncle Shangguan if I hadn't been forced to," Jiang Yueming shook her head and sighed softly.

A few breaths later, Jiang Yueming arrived at the carriage where Chen Qingling was staying, hesitated for a moment, and then went inside.

"what!"

He lifted the carriage curtain, and a woman's shy cry came from inside.

"Sorry! I didn't see anything!"

Inside the carriage, Jiang Yueming's face was flushed, her back to Chen Qingling, and her brows were furrowed.

After Chen Qingling wrapped herself in the blanket, a cold voice slowly escaped her lips: "What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to get lost?"

Hearing Chen Qingling speak, Jiang Yueming assumed she had finished getting ready. Turning around, her expression stiffened again. Glancing at the tattered Qing dress beside her, she asked, "It's cold. You should put on some clothes. Just wrapping yourself in... the blanket is too heavy..."

"You're easy to seduce men, aren't you?" Chen Qingling said indifferently, her face cold.

"Uh... okay, I admit you're right, but I still want to say that just wrapping yourself in a blanket makes it easy to catch a cold," Jiang Yueming said, looking directly at Chen Qingling without any embarrassment.

Seeing the pure gaze in the young man's eyes, Chen Qingling felt a tingling sensation in her heart. She pursed her red lips and smiled bitterly, "He has torn too many of my clothes these past few days. I want to keep one decent one to see my mother."

Her words struck Jiang Yueming like a hammer blow, and a look of guilt flashed in her eyes as she said, "I'm sorry, I left that night."

Yes, if he hadn't left that night, if he had saved Chen Qingling, things wouldn't be like this today.

"It's not your fault, it's just my fate. Fate is truly beyond our control." Chen Qingling wrapped the blanket tighter around herself, her voice filled with sorrow and despair as she looked at Jiang Yueming.

Jiang Yueming shook her head heavily and said, "No, it's all my fault. That night, to protect myself, I... I couldn't save you."

Chen Qingling's reddened eyes gazed at Jiang Yueming's deeply guilty expression, a long-lost joy appearing on her lips as she said, "Humans are selfish to some extent, but I don't blame you. As long as you're safe, that's all that matters."

"You shouldn't have gotten involved in this in the first place. I begged you to show me the right path. Do you remember when you asked me if I could handle the consequences?"

Chen Qingling gently closed her eyes and murmured, "My answer today is the same as before."

"I, Chen Qingling, am worthy of this!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Jiang Yueming felt a pang of sorrow in her heart. She was originally a virtuous and gentle young woman of sixteen, but now she had given herself to an old man.

"No matter what, I bear responsibility for what happened to you. From this moment on, I will never let Liu Jun touch a single hair on your head again!"