After talking for a while in the hall, Song Quan went out and shouted at the door, "Third Brother!"
Soon, a man who looked somewhat similar to him came quickly. It was Song Shu, Song Yanqing's father.
After entering the hall and receiving some instructions, Song Shu quickly left.
He returned to his own house in the mansion. As soon as he entered the house, he said to the old servant, "Tell Yanqing to see me."
The old servant was a little embarrassed. "Young Master is not at home. He went out to meet friends." He didn't know where Song Yanqing went, but he guessed that it was probably one of those places.
"Find him and see me immediately!" Song Shu said firmly.
The old servant could only do as he was told, bowed and left.
Standing in front of the candlelight, Song Shu stared at the candlelight in silence. His face was dark and gloomy. No one knew what he was thinking.
After a full hour, Song Shu was disturbed by the hurried footsteps outside. He came to his senses and looked over. He saw Song Yanqing hurrying over to greet him. "Father, what can I do for you?"
After Tang Yi got married, the Shanghai Sect was not attractive to Song Yanqing. He didn't stay long and returned to the capital.
Song Shu looked him up and down. When he saw that there were traces of makeup on his cheeks, he immediately scolded him angrily, "You only know how to hang out in brothels all day long. Fang comes to me every two or three days and cries. Isn't it better to use this time to cultivate?"
The so-called "Fang" he mentioned was Song Yanqing's wife. Soon after Song Yanqing returned to the capital, the Song family married him.
Song Yanqing lowered his head and muttered, "She's so ugly. I said I wouldn't marry her, but you forced me."
"She's not ugly. She's just a little fat." Song Shu glared at him, pointed at his son's nose and scolded, "I'm warning you, her father has tens of thousands of elite soldiers in the capital region under his command, and he has the backing of a cultivation sect. You should at least be polite to her. If you really piss off your grandfather, you know the consequences!"
"Yes, yes, I understand." Song Yanqing laughed bitterly and said, "Father, let's get down to business. Why are you looking for me?"
Song Shu calmed himself down and said in a deep voice, "Pack up and go back to Shangqing Sect as soon as possible …"
"Ah!" Song Yanqing suddenly raised his head and said with a look of rejection, "I'm not going! That run-down place was cold and cheerless, and everyone was dumbfounded. Father, with all due respect, Shanghai Sect is useless now. It's easy to get into trouble if you get involved with it. I don't understand why you went to Shangqing Sect to be a disciple. Aren't you just bringing trouble to yourself? "
Song Shu was silent for a moment and said Slowly, "Now that things have come to this, there are some things I might as well tell you. King Ning Shang Jianbo was invincible. His army was invincible, and his prestige shocked all the countries. He was an important minister of the Yan Kingdom and had the potential to be the Crown Prince. When the Yan Kingdom was founded, the founder of Shanghai Sect took great credit and was conferred the title of National Master. It can be said that Shanghai Sect has always been on good terms with the royal family of the Yan Kingdom. Shang Jianbo has always had a good relationship with Shanghai Sect. It's for this reason that your grandfather let me go to Shanghai Sect in order to help the Song family have a way out. Who knew that there would be unexpected winds and clouds, the late Emperor suddenly died of illness, and his dying edict was unexpectedly passed on to the current Emperor. Since then, Shang Jian Bo's situation has taken a sharp turn for the worse, resulting in the current situation. "
Song Yanqing suddenly understood and muttered to himself, "Grandfather is really insidious. He has been sitting on the fence for a long time …"
Song Shu was furious, "What did you say?"
"Nothing, nothing!" Song Yanqing hurriedly waved his hand, "I mean, shouldn't we keep an appropriate distance from the Shangqing Sect? Why do we still let him go to the Shangqing Sect? "
Song Shu said in a deep voice, "Shang Chaozong will be released from prison tomorrow!"
Song Yanqing said strangely, "I've heard about this. What does this have to do with me going to the Shangqing Sect?"
Song Shu said, "The imperial court has just made a decision. They want to drive Shang Chaozong out of the capital and banish him to his fief. Judging from the route, I'm afraid he will have to pass through the Shangqing Sect. After you go to the Shangqing Sect, you must warn the Shanghai Sect not to send mages to him! "
Song Yanqing said, "It's not a big deal. Is it necessary for me to go so far? Just send a message to the Shangqing Sect. Besides, the Shangqing Sect can't even protect themselves now. Even if I don't inform them, I don't think they will dare to send anyone to him. "
Song Shu glared at him, "You know nothing! Since the founding of the Yan dynasty, the Shangqing Sect has been inextricably linked to the Yan dynasty's royal family. I'm afraid there is more than just Dongguo Haoran between them and Shang Jianbo. Tang Mu suddenly changed his mind and passed the throne to Dongguo Haoran before his death. I suspect that the water in the Shangqing Sect is not that clean. It's very likely that there are still people who haven't surfaced yet. In the current situation, the other sects won't dare to send anyone to protect Shang Chaozong. The most likely one is the Shanghai Sect. I want you to go to the Shangqing Sect not only to warn the Shanghai Sect not to send anyone to Shang Chaozong, but also to keep an eye on the Shanghai Sect! Once the news that Shang Chaozong has been released from prison and left the capital, some things may rise. After you go to the Shangqing Sect, you must pay attention to the Shanghai Sect and see if there are any unusual movements. If you find anything, report it immediately. This is your grandfather's order. "
Song Yanqing said with a bitter face, "Why bother? Besides, the current Shangqing Sect is not as good as a chicken. Even if they send someone to Shang Chaozong, they won't be able to make any waves. Shang Chaozong doesn't have any military power. Grandfather is worrying too much. In my opinion, it's better to let someone directly destroy the Shangqing Sect."
Song Shu said coldly, "As the saying goes, a centipede dies but never falls down, let alone King Ning who once controlled the military power of Yan Yan! Your grandfather naturally has his reasons for doing this. It's not something you should worry about. I warn you, this is not a child's play. If something goes wrong, your grandfather will not forgive you! "
Song Yanqing felt a chill on his back. He was quite afraid of his grandfather. Usually, he didn't even dare to breathe loudly when he saw him …
Outside the prison, a carriage with the driver, Groom, was waiting quietly in front of the carriage.
A middle-aged man with a delicate face paced back and forth next to the carriage. He had a goatee and wore a long cyan gown with a blue waistcoat. He looked quite elegant. His deep eyes looked at the gate of the prison from time to time.
It was not until the first golden ray appeared in the sky that there was movement in the prison. It was the sound of iron chains dragging on the ground.
Groom and the middle-aged man suddenly turned their heads to look.
A moment later, the prison's door opened with a clang. A tall but skinny young man in ragged clothes was pushed out of the prison by a group of people. His hands were shackled, and his feet were shackled. He walked barefoot. Although he looked disheveled, his eyes were bright and his back was straight. He looked like he would rather break than bend.
This man was Shang Chaozong, the youngest son of the late Commander-in-Chief of the Yan King Ning Shang Jianbo!
Groom and the middle-aged man who were waiting outside the prison quickly came forward but were stopped by the guards. They could only watch anxiously.
Shang Chaozong was stopped by the warden. Someone came forward to remove the shackles on his hands and feet. Then, someone came forward with a document and ink.
After Shang Chaozong put his fingerprint on the document, the warden cupped his hands and smiled, "Congratulations to the Prince for finally regaining his freedom."
Shang Chaozong glanced at him from the corner of his eyes. He did not say a word and walked forward with his bare feet.
When he was out of the guarded area, the middle-aged man and Groom came forward and bowed. They were too excited to speak.
Shang Chaozong nodded at Groom and smiled at the middle-aged man. "Thank you, Mr. Lan, for coming to receive me personally."
The middle-aged man's name was Lan Ruoting, and he was a relative of Shang Chaozong. He was the cousin of Shang Chaozong's mother. Due to his talent and intelligence, he caught the eye of Shang Song's advisor, who took him in as a student and taught him military strategy. Five years ago, his master, Shang Song and the others met with an accident. Lan Ruoting basically replaced his master's position in the Prince's Mansion.
Lan Ruoting could not say what he wanted to say. He stared at Shang Chaozong's wrists and ankles. The flesh on those two areas was already rotten and pus was the result of wearing shackles for a long period of time. His body gave off a foul smell. In addition to his emaciated appearance, it was obvious that he had suffered a lot over the years.
This was not the treatment a Prince should receive! His lips trembled. He tilted his head and said, "Quickly help the Prince up the carriage." Groom hurried over and helped him up.
"I can walk!" Shang Chaozong pushed his hands to his left and right. He did not want to be helped up. He walked to the side of the carriage and climbed up.
Lan Ruoting followed behind him.
Once the carriage left, a messenger pigeon immediately flapped its wings and flew into the sky.
The carriage moved at a moderate speed on the streets of the capital. Lan Ruoting, who was sitting in the carriage, checked on Shang Chaozong's injuries before saying, "Let's find a quiet place to bathe and treat the Prince's injuries."
"No matter. After so many years, this little bit of time does not matter." As Shang Chaozong spoke, he reached out to pull open the curtain to look outside. He discovered that it was not the way back to the Prince's residence.
Lan Ruoting explained, "His Majesty has a decree that the Prince is not allowed to stay in the capital. It is to be immediately sent to the fief of Cang Lu County."
"Understood. The prison has already listened to the decree." Putting down the curtain, Shang Chaozong turned back and asked, "Has the cause of Royal Father's death been investigated?"
Lan Ruoting shook his head, "This matter is very strange. Until now there are no clues. We only suspect the one in the Palace but do not have any evidence."
Shang Chaozong was silent for a while before asking again, "How is Qing-er? Royal Father had repeatedly instructed us brothers to protect Qing-er well. "
Qing-er's name was Shang Shuqing. She was his younger sister and also Shang Jianbo's only daughter. Shang Chaozong originally had two older brothers. The eldest brother died in the battlefield and the second brother died along with his parents a few years ago. Now there were only the two siblings left in the family. Three years ago, he discovered that someone was molesting a female and went forward to stop it. In a moment of carelessness, he killed the person and caused the matter to blow up. All kinds of accusations came flooding in. It was only after he was imprisoned that he realized that he was framed. The inherited title of Prince was stripped of his hereditary rights and all his positions were removed. His title of Prince was also demoted to Junwang. He was locked up in the Heavenly Prison until now and no one was allowed to visit him.
Lan Ruoting consoled, "Prince, do not worry. Princess is hiding in a safe place. You will be able to see her when you get back."
Shang Chaozong nodded his head slightly as if he was relieved. Shortly after, he frowned and said, "There is one thing that I do not understand. In the Heavenly Prison, there were people constantly interrogating me, wanting me to confess the whereabouts of the one hundred thousand 'Crow Generals' in Royal Father's hands. I am puzzled. Does Mister know what is going on?"
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