"Father!" Ban Han dismounted from her horse. Before Rong Xia could react, he felt a gust of wind in front of him. His fiancée had already run a few feet away. He hurriedly ordered his guards to rush over and help the Ban Family's guards to surround the wooden building with the fallen flower pot.
"Father, are you alright?" Ban Han pulled on Ban Huai's sleeve and looked at him carefully several times.
"I'm fine, I'm fine." Ban Huai still hadn't reacted to what had happened. Seeing his daughter looking at him anxiously, he still didn't know how to react.
Hearing that her father was fine, Ban Han immediately felt relieved. She pulled out the whip from her waist and walked to the door of the small building. She kicked the door a few times and kicked a hole in the wooden door. Ban Han turned to the guards and said, "Break the door!"
After the door was broken, Ban Han rushed in with a few guards.
Everyone looked at the broken door and the solemn posture of the Ban Family's guards. They were a little scared.
Du Jiu swallowed his saliva. He looked at the broken door and Uncle Han's thin waist. If this kick landed on Uncle Han's body, with his thin arms and legs, would he be able to withstand it?
"Why are you looking at me?" Rong Xia dismounted from her horse. "Send someone to report this to the authorities."
"Yes." Du Jiu was in awe of the future Uncle Han's people.
"Uncle," Rong Xia walked to Ban Huai's side. "Are you frightened?"
"I'm fine." Ban Huai finally reacted. He looked at the huge clay flower pot on the ground and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat. If this fell on him, he was afraid that his life would be over.
Rong Xia ordered the guards to protect the scene. At the same time, she looked at the soil. The soil on the ground was soft and didn't coagulate. The flower pot also looked very new. It didn't look like it had been raised for a long time. Raising flowers was also very particular. Different kinds of flowers should be used in different pots. This kind of flower was very worthless, as if it was casually dug out from the fields. However, this heavy clay pot cost nearly a hundred copper coins to buy. For most ordinary people, they would not be willing to spend so much money on such a flower pot.
"Uncle, we may have to invite the officials from the Supreme Court." Rong Xia twisted the soil in the flowerpot, stood up and saluted Ban Huai. "This may not be an accident, but a murder."
"What?" Ban Huai looked at Rong Xia in surprise. "I'm just an idle dandy. Why would these people want to kill me?"
Rong Xia was speechless.
He realized that the Ban Family didn't seem to care much about what they said.
"No matter what it is, we can't let our guard down." Rong Xia could not help but rejoice. Fortunately, the uncle had glanced in their direction just now and then turned around to walk in their direction. Otherwise, there would be bloodshed today.
Thinking of Ban Han's relationship with his family, Rong Xia's heart trembled slightly. He dared not imagine what would happen if the assassination was successful.
"Bang!"
A sound came from the wooden building. Rong Xia was worried that Ban Han would be in trouble. He wanted to walk into the wooden building, but was stopped by Ban Huai.
"Jun Po," Ban Huai coughed dryly. "Leave this to Huahua. You don't have to go. This child is good at everything, but when he gets angry, he doesn't know how to control himself. You … "
"Ah!"
A man's scream came from the wooden building. Ban Huai trembled. Facing his future son-in-law's puzzled gaze, Ban Huai laughed dryly and turned his head, pretending that he did not see anything.
Soon, the sound of weapons clashing could be heard from the wooden building. Rong Xia saw that there was a fight inside, and Ban Huai was holding him back. He said to Du Jiu, "Go in and take a look."
"Yes." Du Jiu's expression was solemn as he walked around the soil and flower pots on the ground. He quickly ran inside.
More and more people gathered around to watch the show. Soon, the soldiers from the capital's Yamen arrived. When they saw so many people watching, they pulled a rope and surrounded the building. The official in charge felt a headache when he saw Ban Huai. He was about to greet him when he heard a scream that sounded like a pig being slaughtered. He was so scared that his shoulders couldn't help but tremble.
"Inside …" The official cupped his fist towards Ban Huai. "Duke, are there any guards inside?"
Ban Huai nodded and did not speak.
Several more screams came out. The official couldn't help but shrink his neck. The guards of Jingting Gongfu were indeed descendants of generals. Their methods of capturing people were different from ordinary people.
After Du Jiu ran into the wooden building, he saw two men lying on the ground floor. They seemed to be the shopkeeper and the waiter. He bent down and felt their pulse. He was relieved that they were still alive.
This wooden building was quite old, so it creaked when he stepped on it. Du Jiu had just turned the corner when he saw a person rolling down the stairs like a jar. He dodged to the side, and the person hit the wall at the corner. His legs shook twice, and then he stopped moving.
He squatted down and looked at the person's palms. There were calluses between his thumb and index finger, and his arms were strong and strong. He should be someone who used tools or weapons frequently. The person's face was covered in blood, and his face was swollen beyond recognition. He didn't know what he originally looked like. Seeing that the person wasn't dead, and that the yamen's people had arrived, he didn't care about him anymore.
There was movement upstairs, so the assassin wasn't alone. He walked upstairs and saw a man lying not far from the staircase. He didn't look any better than the one lying in the corner. His clothes were tattered, and there were signs that he had been whipped.
When he thought of the whip, he sucked in a breath of cold air.
Looking around, he saw Ban Yu viciously whipping a grey clothed man's crotch. Before the man's screams ended, Ban Yu viciously stomped him to the ground, using his feet to crush the men's unspeakable parts.
It was unknown whether the man was in too much pain or had already fainted. His face was pale, and he didn't even make a sound.
As if he still wasn't satisfied, Ban Han kicked the man on the ground again. He turned his head to look at the only assassin who could still speak. He flicked his whip, and the whip coiled around the assassin's neck like a snake.
"Speak, who sent you?!" Ban Han stared at the bodyguard with red eyes. There was no smile on his face.
Du Jiu couldn't help but stop. He felt uneasy. He didn't know if it was just his imagination, but he felt that Princess Fule didn't look right.
The assassin grabbed his own neck. His face was red, and he couldn't say a word.
"You don't want to talk?" Ban Han flicked his whip, and the whip loosened around the assassin's neck. The assassin turned around and wanted to run, but one of Ban Han's bodyguards kicked him back.
Ban Han picked him up from the ground and said sternly, "Who told you to touch my family?! If you don't want to talk, I'll make you regret what you did today. "
"I, I'll talk!" This assassin didn't look like a death warrior. Seeing the miserable state of his three companions, he had long been afraid. Now, he only wanted to die a quick death. "We're just street thugs. We do things for money and eliminate disasters for others. Someone told us half an hour ago to wait here for a rich man wearing a light-colored robe, riding a black horse, and accompanied by many bodyguards. If we succeed, we'll be paid 100 gold. "
"Rich man?" Ban Han sneered, "The life of a duke is only worth 100 gold? Don't use this kind of excuse to trick me! "
Ever since she had those strange dreams, Ban Han's bottom line was to not let anything happen to her family. As long as her family was safe, even if her house was confiscated, it wasn't that hard to accept. At least her family was still alive. But now, someone wanted to assassinate her family. She lost all reason in her mind.
Thinking that his father might lose his life in front of him, Ban Li wished he could crush these people inch by inch, making them beg for death. Who cared what a noble woman had to be like, who cared what other people thought of her?
The mouths of thousands of people in the world weren't as important as her family.
F * ck them all!
"Duke?!" The assassin's face was full of despair. They wanted to assassinate a duke? Wasn't he just a rich businessman? The employer also said that as long as they succeeded in the assassination, he would send them to the south so that they could avoid being tracked down by the authorities.
They were tricked?
The assassin's body was paralyzed. After a while, he shouted crazily, "I'm willing to talk. I'm willing to tell you everything. Please spare my life."
"Speak." Ban Han threw him to the ground. She looked at the bloodstained whip in her hand and threw it on the table. Her bodyguard bent down to pick up the whip and silently retreated to the side.
The assassin told her everything. The gist of it was that a few days ago, someone came to them and asked them to assassinate someone. Today, that person told them that they could do it. He also told them what the target should wear and what his body's characteristics were.
They were all low-level gangsters. They didn't have the chance to meet any powerful people. So they hid in the wooden building and prepared to kill the target with a flower pot when he passed by.
This method was a bit stupid, but it was very useful. They carefully calculated. If the target was hit, everyone's first reaction would be to surround the target and then go to the building to find the target. They could take advantage of this time to find a place to hide. When more and more people entered the building, they could pretend to be bystanders and squeeze out. No one would be able to find them.
But no matter how they thought about it, they didn't think that this rich man would be so lucky. He was just one step away, but he suddenly turned around and left. But the flower pot had already been pushed out. It was too late to regret. Moreover, the bodyguards' reactions were unbelievably fast. They immediately pulled out their swords and surrounded the building. The bystanders couldn't even get close to the door.
If they knew that this wasn't an ordinary rich man, but a Duke, even if they were given ten thousand gold, they wouldn't have dared to assassinate him.
"Junzhu," Du Jiu was worried that Princess Fule would be so angry that she would beat the only person who could speak until he fainted. He gathered his courage and walked over: "The people from the yamen have already arrived. They're downstairs."
"The people from the yamen can't handle this matter. Directly report it to the Supreme Court," Ban Han used a handkerchief to wipe his hands. His voice was frighteningly cold, "This matter must be investigated thoroughly. If the people from the Supreme Court can't find it, I will go to the palace to beg the Emperor."
Du Jiu was about to reply when footsteps came from the stairs.
Du Jiu was very familiar with these footsteps. It was the Count's footsteps.
He looked at the mess on the floor and Princess Fule's messy hair. He felt even more uneasy.
The Count … … when he saw this, what would he think of Princess Fule?
There were many shrewish women in the world, but how many people were this ruthless?
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