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Murong Ling raised her eyebrows, without even needing to do anything, a person stood beside him and kicked Zhang Shi Long's chest. The originally aggressive looking person flew out ten meters like a rag, spitting blood on the ground, whether he was dead or alive.

As if their suspension had been lifted, cries of shock suddenly sounded out from all around. All the servants present had faces of shock, unable to believe that the man who was calmly retracting his feet at this moment was the renowned fool, Prince Qin.

He was tall and sturdy with his hands behind his back. His deep black eyes swept over everyone lightly, bringing with him an unprecedented cold and dignity. An invisible pressure pressed down like a mountain.

"No one is allowed to bully This King's consort."

Only when he opened his mouth did he reveal his childish nature. Like a little boy trying to play hero, he bravely declared his promise of protection, and took the girl he liked under his wing.

Simple, but extremely powerful.

Prince Qin would train in the martial arts practice field every morning, this was something the entire family knew, but no one put it to heart. Now, with Zhang Shilong as an example, everyone knew that what Prince Qin learned was not just a show.

Murong Ling was also surprised. After all, Prince Qin had just gotten angry at her, and she actually stood out to protect her. She really had the temper of a child, she came and went as fast as she could.

Just as she was about to give him a smile, the other person arrogantly snorted and lightly glanced at her, as if he hadn't forgiven her yet.

Murong Ling's nose turned grey, her face immediately became stern, and she coldly looked at the servants below: "Who else do you have to quibble with?"

After seeing her all-knowing methods, the servant's heart broke as he trembled and knelt down. "Wangfei, spare me! Wangfei, spare me!"

They still remembered what wangfei said three days ago, that if there was any concealment, she would be beaten to death.

"This servant was sent to the prince's estate by the valiant duke. His background and wealth have not been concealed from the public. Why would the wangfei need to call out this servant's name?"

Without needing Murong Ling to answer, Leng Qiu already stood up and said coldly, "This concubine Zhao is a servant of the Marquis family. At the beginning of every month, she would let her personal servant return to the Marquis' Mansion in the name of a family visit, reporting on Prince Qin's living arrangements and conduct. The servant in charge of contending with Marquis Yong's Mansion has already admitted to it, but isn't Assistant Concubine Zhao admitting to it? "

It was obvious that Vice Concubine Zhao did not expect that Leng Qiu had already scouted the Marquis of Braveheart's Mansion. Her face immediately became deathly pale and she powerlessly fell to the ground, "This servant … "Admit guilt."

"Princess, how should we punish these people?"

"Every person's staff is at 40. Those who aren't dead can come and send them off." His calm voice made people shiver, "The Prince Qin Palace cannot allow a servant who doesn't want to take advantage of others, a servant with ill intentions!"

The servants who were not called out were all shocked. Although they had previously escaped a calamity, from now on, they would no longer be able to do whatever they wanted. Otherwise, they would be disgraced in the future.

"Your Highness Duke's Mansion." Zhang Mingde was the first to kneel down.

When the others saw this, they also knelt down and began to shout, "Wangfei is wise. This lowly one vows to be loyal to the Duke's Mansion to the death."

His voice was vast and powerful, resounding through the skies. Murong Ling's gaze fell on Zhang Mingde and his brows knitted slightly.

Zhang Mingde, from the Jiang Prefecture, died due to famine ten years ago. After that, he went to the capital and entered the mansion before Prince Qin even left the palace to become a slave, and climbed step by step to become the general director. When Prince Qin left the palace, all of the Duke Palaces were already under his control.

No ties, no relatives, no friends. No one had ever been close to him in the past ten years, and he couldn't find a single flaw. Even if Murong Ling were to ask about the flowers and plants in the manor, she wouldn't be able to find anything abnormal about Zhang Mingde.

It was this perfect investigation that made Murong Ling even more suspicious. Ordinary people were simply incapable of doing such a thing, and his résumé had obviously been tampered with …