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Zhao Fan said in a stern voice: "Stop!"

The horse carriage turned around and asked, "Young Madame, do you want to …"

"Ignore him."

Wen Jiu remained calm and concentrated, "Take a detour, and stop at the street entrance."

"Young Madame... Are you alright? " This was the first time Jin Er saw Wen Jiu like this, he thought that the enemies of General Xie had come looking for him.

"I'm fine."

Wen Jiu comforted the little servant, she did not turn her head back, but she could clearly hear the hoof steps of the horses behind her, loud and clear in the crowd.

There were a lot of pedestrians on the long street in front, and once they passed through an alley they would reach the General's Mansion. The carriage was not stable yet, so Wen Jiu immediately grabbed onto her skirt and jumped down, and then disappeared into the crowd.

The carriage suddenly turned and stopped Zhao Fan in his tracks.

Zhao Fan bellowed: Get out of the way!

The carriage driver said, "It's not that I can't get out of the way, it's just that there are too many people behind us. I can't get out of the way …"

Zhao Fan swung his whip onto the horse's back, causing the horse to go berserk and lead the horse carriage to sway for half a circle. The people on the streets cried out in shock as they avoided the whip, knocking over a large area of horse stalls.

The sounds of angry cursing filled the air.

Zhao Fan acted as if he did not hear anything, and jumped onto his horse, jumping onto the street, and disappeared without a trace.

His memory only left the attendant's words, "That is General Xie from General Xie's residence …"

not too far away was the General's Mansion.

Amongst the crowd, Wen Jiu was running like hell. It was rare for her to run for her life in such a sorry state, but the moment she saw the General's Mansion door, she suddenly felt a sense of relief.

Before she could return to the courtyard, she hurriedly hid behind the Plum Blossom Tree in a corner.

Zhao Fan quickly chased after them into the General's Mansion, and the attendant guarding the door went forward to stop them.

Zhao Fan said angrily: "You dare block my way, do you not want to live?"

A few of them were still blocking the way, but Zhao Fan had pulled out his sword and was about to kill them all, so he said sternly: "If you don't come out, don't blame this prince for grabbing you out!"

Wen Jiu reached out his hands to support the Plum Blossom Tree. Just as he was about to walk out, the youth dressed in plain clothes who was not far away walked over hurriedly. When he passed by the Plum Blossom Tree, he reached out his hand and pressed her down.

Wen Jiu leaned on the wall.

"Who doesn't want to die?"

Xie Xuan opened his mouth, his voice was cold and threatening.

Zhao Fan held the sword in his hand, and the youth walked closer, not moving the slightest, his eyes also becoming colder to the point of being cold, "The prince has committed a crime similar to that of a commoner, may I ask Your Highness, today, you barged into my General's Mansion, harmed people's lives, what are you planning to repay me with?"

"How dare you!"

Zhao Fan shouted in anger: "Hand over the person if you know what's good for you or else, this prince will call you splattered ten meters of blood!"

Xie Xuan was expressionless: "Try it."

Zhao Fan waved his sword, and it directly rested on the youth's neck, "Do you think this prince doesn't dare?"

Xie Xuan's tone did not contain even the slightest emotion as he said, "Go ask Shuntian's Ministry of Punishments Supreme Court to report this matter. Once this prince has finished chopping him down, send him straight to jail."

attendant who was beaten in front of the door replied.

Now that the general wasn't in the manor, and only the Third Young Master was around, he had to listen to him.

Zhao Fan thought that since more and more people were gathering in front of the General's Mansion Gate, he could not slash this sword.

The youth was cold and proud, his expression unchanging.

Now that he was here, he couldn't cut it or retract it.

Xie Xuan urged: "Are you going to chop it or not?"

"Who do you think you are!" Zhao Fan kept his sword and kicked at Xie Xuan's heart.

The youngster stood motionless on the spot. A green figure flew out from the courtyard, and with the same kick, he sent the figure tumbling to the ground.

"This lowly one is late, Third Young Master, please forgive me!"

Xie Xuan only said three words, "Go and tie them up!"

"How dare you!" Zhao Fan struggled to stand up.

blue guard had already flung the hemp rope out, tied it a few times around Zhao Fan's body, and instantly bound his limbs.

"If you dare to act against your superiors, this prince will exterminate you!"

Zhao Fan was tied up in the street, and a huge feeling of humiliation washed over him.

Xie Xuan stood in front of the General's Mansion door, with a cold expression: "Riding on the streets and injuring people, slashing at the doors with a sword, which prince are you, state your name!"

Just the first two were enough to cause trouble for Zhao Fan.

If he lost the face of the Imperial Family, Old Emperor would be the first one to not recognize him as their son.

Then he was really finished.

Zhao Fan suddenly felt that it was hard to say anything.

The surrounding people ridiculed, "Is this a madman? Superior General Palace would be stupid if they were to find trouble with us, and continue to pretend to be a prince! "

"Which prince would be so bored to do such a thing?"

After Zhao Fan was kicked away by the blue guard, his hair was all messed up and his clothes were all mud. Even his mother could not help but recognize him, he was the Fourth Prince from the imperial court.

The young man standing in front of the door was dressed in plain clothes. Obviously, he didn't have an official position, but the cold aura he exuded made it hard for people to ignore him.

Xie Xuan said in a low voice, "Impersonating a prince is considered a crime and should be punished with death!"

Zhao Fan Qingbai stared unwaveringly at the youth in front of the General's Mansion door.

Xie Xuan met his gaze, and enunciated each word clearly: "Hit fifty lashes, and send it to Shuntian!"

"Yes sir!"

The blue guard replied and lashed out with his whip at Zhao Fan's body. The whip split open the flesh, and Zhao Fan collapsed to the ground in pain.

A big rain was falling down, and after the people on the street had seen enough, they all dispersed.

Xie Xuan turned and entered the residence, leaving behind only a blue guard who was whipping Zhao Fan. The few attendant s who were beaten up by Zhao Fan earlier were watching from the door.

The youth walked up to the Plum Blossom Tree and stood still. With a light tone, he said, "Come out."

The skirt of the girl inside was blown by the wind, but she didn't move at all.

Xie Xuan said in a low voice: "Wen Jiu, come out."

A long time later.

The pale Miss Wen held onto the Plum Blossom Tree and walked slowly in front of him. He called out in a low voice: "Third Brother."

Xie Xuan could not help but frown: "What did you do? Are you that afraid?"

Wen Jiu didn't know what to say for a while.

Xie Xuan: "Speak."

Wen Jiu said in a low voice, "I pushed him down, but he didn't die … "It's back."

The rain kept falling and flowing down her face. It was so cold that it made people shiver.

"What are you panicking for?"

When the youth saw her like this, his tone couldn't help but soften a bit. "If you refuse to admit it, what can he do to you?"

Wen Jiu, "..."

That is true, but a person who should have been dead suddenly appears in front of you and is a threat to your life.

How could she not panic?

Xie Xuan said: "Go take a bath, change your clothes, and sleep until this matter is over."

It sounded like an easy task, but it was extremely difficult for him to do so.

Wen Jiu: "I …"

"You what?" Xie Xuan frowned as he interrupted her, "With your brother and I here, a mere Zhao Fan is nothing to be afraid of."

Wen Jiu looked at the young man in front of him with shock, "You know he's Zhao Fan?"

Xie Xuan actually knew that the person just now was Zhao Fan, and even beat him half to death before sending him to Shuntian.

What kind of god raised his Xie Family?

Xie Xuan frowned: "If it was elder brother just now, how could he still be alive?"