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"Mo'er, why are you daydreaming by the lake?" The person who spoke was not even thirty years old. His brows were slanted and his eyes were twinkling. He was dressed in light blue casual clothes. His aura was that of a straightforward soldier, but his smile was as calm as a scholar's. Her long hair was neatly tied up with a ribbon. She was not deliberately dressed up, but she was meticulous. He stood there with an aloof demeanor, reserved and unrestrained, and his gaze was free and at ease. He had a unique temperament that made people want to avoid looking at him. He seemed approachable, did not appear dignified or imposing, but he was also somewhat estranged from others.

Zhao Qingyan turned around and asked in surprise, "Thirteenth Uncle?" Wasn't it a hunting party today? "You didn't go?" His attitude was like that of a good friend talking to a younger generation member. He did not show the respect and restraints he had when he was in the presence of the Qi King. He was titled "Mo" because all the close seniors would call him "Mo'er".

Thirteenth Prince Zhao Chong, titled "Huan," was a secret envoy of the imperial court and was in charge of one of the most mysterious organizations in the Great Song Dynasty. This nineteen year old deputy minister, the young prince who had taken over the palace at the age of twenty-four, was one of His Majesty's most trusted brothers.

Duke Huan sat down beside him and sighed softly, "I wanted to come over, but I remembered that I have something to take care of. And then I came back on my horse, and you did it for me. If I knew you would come, why would I have come here? " Seeing that he seemed to be absent-minded, he asked: "What's wrong? Are you in a bad mood? "

Zhao Qingyan smiled. "I'm a bit annoyed, but I'm not worried."

Duke Huan moved closer to him and sniffed with his nose, "The medicine smell is so light? You just happen to be sick, don't you need to drink medicine? "

Zhao Qingyan rested his chin on his knees. "Master will be coming over today. Master doesn't like the smell of medicine, so I washed my mouth a few times and smoked my clothes. I'm not really sick, but I feel sick from eating, and I'm also a little tired. "

Prince Huan said helplessly, "Your master is always finding fault with her words and always wants to talk to you. You really take it to heart."

Zhao Qingyan looked at the water quietly, "I get sick every day. I get annoyed smelling it myself." It's fine if you don't usually go out, but since you want to meet someone, you should pack up a bit. "

Zhao Qingyan tilted his head slightly. "Together? There's been a lot of things happening recently, but you don't have time, do you? "

Prince Huan asked, "Why not?" I'm a secret envoy, what's wrong with giving myself a few days off? "You've arranged all the files I need, saving a lot of time. Consider it my reward for accompanying you."

Zhao Qingyan was reluctant to ignore his good intentions. He forced a smile and rejected him, "Forget it, I'm happy everyday. It's already good enough if you didn't say that I'm neglecting my duty. How can I allow you to spend time with me? "Just let Jin`er and Pei'er accompany me …"

Prince Huan patted him on the shoulder and stood up. "Then it's decided. I'll pick you up from the palace in three days, and bring your two maids along as well." With a smile, she quickly left, not giving him the chance to refuse at all.

Zhao Qingyan smiled bitterly, but her eyes were filled with happiness and satisfaction. However, his smile quickly disappeared, leaving behind only worry and bitterness. His fingers curled up, and his half-length nails dug into the flesh, completely unaware of the pain. After sitting by the lake for a few more minutes, Zhao Qingyan helped the wheelchair to get up and sat on top of it. Then, he turned the wheel and slowly walked towards the morgue.

There were a few people standing outside the morgue door, their expressions grim. Zhao Qingyan stopped his wheelchair. Before he could open his mouth, an old man dressed in Daoist robes walked out quickly and asked excitedly, "Where's Tears of Blood? "Where is he?"

Zhao Qingyan backed off a little and frowned: "Sect Leader Hua, please calm down."

"Don't get too worked up yet, listen to Mo'er's explanation." The marquis pulled the Taoist priest away a bit and advised in a low voice.

"Explanation? Explain what? They caused the death of Yun Ping's wife, and even defiled his body into such a state! " Hua Boyan broke free from the horse and rushed towards Zhao Qingyan, his eyes bloodshot, "Explain! Give me an explanation! "

Zhao Qingyan patted on the armrest of the wheelchair. She floated three meters back while the two guards stepped forward to stop Hua Boyan. Zhao Qingyan thought for a while and replied politely, "I apologize to you on behalf of my lord, Song Yeping. I will give you a reasonable explanation." He bowed deeply.

"Young Marquis!" The two guards said in unison, "Sir, this has nothing to do with you!"

Zhao Qingyan gestured for them not to say anything more and said, "I already know about this. I can only say that I am very sorry for dissecting Taoist Song Yunping, but according to the procedures in the palace, this has to be done. "As for the damages caused by our actions, the royal family will compensate you …"

"Who wants compensation for that?" Aren't the Blood and Tears under your supervision? Tell me, how did Junior Brother Song die? "

A coroner walked up to Zhao Qingyan, handed him a few sheets of paper, and leaned over to whisper something in his ear.

Zhao Qingyan frowned and asked, "Really?" After receiving confirmation from the coroner, he looked down at the papers. After he had finished reading, he answered with certainty, "It wasn't Blood and Tears." The coroner nodded to the coroner, who then withdrew.

"No?" So what if you say so? Aren't you being too domineering? What guarantee do you have? "

"Take my life." Seeing him in a daze, Zhao Qingyan lightly repeated, "I will use my life to guarantee that if I killed them with tears and blood, I will give my life to you. Are you satisfied?"

"Young Marquis!" Everyone was shocked.

An old man beside him scolded, "Geezer, don't speak nonsense!"

Zhao Qingyan turned to the old man and said, "Master, I am serious. You should also know that this has nothing to do with tears of blood. If Sect Leader Hua insists on thinking that this matter is related to Tears of Blood, I can only make this guarantee for now. I do not wish for Tears of Blood to be in danger because of my dereliction of duty. "Of course, I hope that Sect Leader Hua can calm down and listen to what I have to say."

Seeing that his disciple was insistent, Zhuo Yi did not say anything more and continued to maintain his silence.

Hua Boping sneered, "You, the distinguished Crown Prince Qi, are willing to vouch for a prisoner? It seems like your wife is a bit worried, even the deputy minister is acting as he pleases. "

"Sect Leader Hua's criticism is reasonable." Zhao Qingyan smiled. Her eyes did not show any emotion as she said, "He is my friend, so I believe him." This is my personal opinion, and it has nothing to do with the inner workings. Just like how Sect Leader Hua standing here does not meet the requirements to enter. " Pausing for a moment, he continued: "Since Sect Leader Hua has said so, then regardless of my personal protection, I will explain to Sect Leader Hua that I am not the cause of your tears and blood."

"Alright, go ahead."

Zhao Qingyan let out a light breath and slowly said, "The imperial guards are very strong. There are only three keys to the prison. Thirteenth Uncle and I will each take one. The other will be used by the first-class guards who are responsible for guarding the gates. We will verify the use of the other guards and release the guards on duty inside. However, that guard was not allowed to leave without permission. Normally, when an emergency occurred, the door would open and a guard on duty would be released. Furthermore, the key would not be handed over. I have already questioned all the guards on duty for half a month and nothing unexpected has happened. If she wanted to enter, she would have to pass through the door. There is only one way, I think, and that is for the guards at the gate to let him out, and that is for the twelve guards to have traitors. For the past few days, he had been checking every room. There were still traces of blood and tears. There were no signs of him leaving this place. In that case, too many people would be suspicious. Of course, there might still be many possibilities. For example, he could disguise himself to be a guard on duty, or he could make a copy of the key. "However, such a possibility is too low, I believe that Sect Leader Hua is able to understand it, right?"

His tone didn't fluctuate at all, it was as if he was reciting something from memory. This sentence was spoken rather quickly, with only a short pause each time. However, it was just enough for the listeners to clearly hear his words. Obviously, Zhao Qingyan was using a reporting tone to express his dissatisfaction, but it just so happened that he was in a place that no one could find fault with.

The marquis and Zhuo Yi, who were watching from the sidelines, looked at each other and saw a slightly helpless smile in each other's eyes. Of course, they would never blame Zhao Qingyan for his childish behavior. On the contrary, they wanted to watch a good show.

After hearing his analysis, Hua Boping also calmed down, blushing as he said, "I was too agitated, I'm really sorry."

Zhao Qingyan covered his mouth and started to cough. After a while, he stopped: "I am the one who should apologize, Sect Leader Hua, you don't have to blame yourself. Ten years ago, the West Lake Blood Incident had involved too many things. The inner sect had ignored the opposition of the martial arts world's sects and forced the culprit, Xue Yi, into the prison. The leader of the sect, who was one of the most injured at that time, was naturally dissatisfied. "Now that this matter has appeared again, I can understand why Sect Leader Hua is so angry."

The duke of Trojan Horse heard another meaning behind his words, "So the culprit was the culprit? "What does that mean?"

Zhao Qingyan coughed again. Her face was a sickly red, and her voice had also become a lot lower, "The massacre at the West Lake was not related to the Blood and Tears in the first place."

The marquis did not understand. "It has nothing to do with you?"

Zhao Qingyan nodded and said slowly, "Yes, it has nothing to do with him. The reason why you think that he did it is because of the hidden weapon that Tears of Blood specializes in, right? A highly toxic concealed weapon, upon entering the body, would turn into a pool of blood and fuse with the human body. Its poison would cause the internal organs to rapidly fester. This hidden weapon was called 'Weeping Blood for Tears', so his master was also called 'Tears of Blood'. However, this hidden weapon was not created by Tears of Blood, but came from a sect, the Puppet Palace. "

Zhao Qingyan nodded his head silently, "I can't reveal too much, but the location of this hidden weapon in the Puppet Palace is definitely correct. The addition of an additional medicinal ingredient to Blood Tear's' Weeping Blood for Tears' could slow down the speed of the poison, and also greatly reduce the degree of searing internal organs. By dissecting the corpse, one could distinguish between the two types of concealed weapons. Ten years have passed since the bloodbath at the West Lake. I don't know if this is a coincidence or something else. "

"He's back?" He took a deep breath and stared at Zhao Qingyan. "You are one of the survivors from that year. The people who died were also from your family. 'it' will come looking for you once it returns." The inner court will also intervene, right? Ah? The royal family will also intervene, right? "

Zhao Qingyan calmly replied, "I don't know, but I don't think so. "My wife will not interfere in the affairs of the martial arts world."

"Only you three survived that year, so 'it' will come looking for us," Hua Boyan said word by word.

Zhao Qingyan asked calmly, "So?"

"The day of Yunping's death was ten years after the bloody incident at the West Lake. Not a day less. Do you think that was a coincidence?"

Zhao Qingyan said, "I don't think so. But if it's retribution, he won't be the only one to die. Let's just wait and see."

"Young, young nobleman …" A guard suddenly shouted out with a pale face.

Zhao Qingyan looked at him and asked, "Uncle Xiao, what's the matter?"

Xiao Tao said: "The second person …" "It appeared."