Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 170: Prince, come home with this servant.

It was the rainy season, with drizzling rain like silk.

Today is the big day of the North-South Merchant Alliance in Fufeng Mansion. Merchants and nobles from all walks of life gathered in the streets. Even the stationed army outside the city, from General Zhongwu Du Ru Feng to ordinary school lieutenants, all enjoyed a rare day off to have fun in the city.

At this moment, an explosive news spread throughout the city—

The former bandit king, Xin Zhuo, was being chased by the imperial army, like a dog with its tail between its legs, heading towards the city!

Everyone who knew Xin Zhuo was first shocked, then rushed to the West City to watch.

Xin Zhuo's reputation was well-known throughout Fufeng Mansion. Even though he had fled from Fulong Fort half a year ago, sporadic news about him would occasionally come in.

To witness the fall of the bandit king, regardless of their feelings or thoughts, naturally no one wanted to miss it. It seemed more enticing than the Merchant Alliance.

Sure enough! Xin Zhuo, ragged and exhausted, entered the city!

Xin Zhuo had already stopped in his tracks. His legs trembled slightly as his bloodshot eyes scanned the dense crowd.

He couldn't help but think of the day under the disciplinary stele in the Autumn Palace during the heavy snowfall!

He couldn't understand why he had to walk the same path again, despite his efforts in life and his attempts to climb up. He had already reached the Half-step Small Great Master level, a dominant existence. As long as he killed Zhao Ling and the others, infiltrated the Dukang Mansion, he would rather not seek revenge on Jiang Hezhu's bastard and instead escape with Cui Ying'er and the others, hiding away or fleeing to another country. It would still be a way out.

Why did the imperial army insist on pursuing him? Why bother? He was just a small thief!

He was tired! Truly exhausted in body and mind!

"Boom..."

The cavalry behind him had caught up.

He fell to the ground, exhausted, in the puddles, spreading his arms and looking at the gloomy sky, letting the dense raindrops beat against his face. His eyes blinked without closing, lost in thought.

His long black hair had already been soaked by the ground, and his back was wet. The rainwater in early spring was still icy and bone-chilling, just like his current mood.

"Ah!"

Looking at Xin Zhuo lying despondently in the rainwater, Lord Murong Zhe couldn't help but sigh. He thought of his grandson, Murong Xiu, who went from having no future to having a future, and then to having no future again. He didn't know where he had died now!

"If only he had stayed back then and married into our four families as a son-in-law, how could he have ended up like this?" The head of the Chen family also sighed.

Murong Lei, Chen Guiyan, Chen Jing, Yuan Mo'er, and others shook their heads. Honestly, they admired Xin Zhuo. This person was indeed talented, but it was a pity!

Only the limping Song Dongxi gritted his teeth and said, "A thief is a thief. Why pity him? It's laughable!"

At this moment, the terrifying aura of the cavalry arrived in the city with a rumble. The killing intent was overwhelming, making it impossible for people to look directly at them.

The heads of the four major families looked over, their faces changing repeatedly. They were all at the sixth rank, naturally able to see that these cavalry not only had a strong killing intent, but were also all at the fifth rank. How terrifying!

General Zhongwu Du Ru Feng's expression also changed slightly. He had led soldiers for many years and had stayed in the capital before. He had seen the Iron Floating Guards of the Jiang family by chance, an unforgettable sight. He hurriedly stepped forward and saluted, "May I ask which leader of the Jiang family's Iron Floating Guards is present?"

Magistrate Su Xingming and the mischievous Yuan Haozong also stepped forward and saluted, "May I ask which official is present?"

No one responded. The icy coldness seemed to ignore everyone.

The five hundred Iron Floating Guards dismounted in an orderly manner and knelt down on one knee to pay their respects.

The beautiful and indifferent woman who flew over with a terrifying momentum and the rude and overbearing general stepped forward together and bowed:

"This servant is Chan Yi, here to bring the prince home!"

"I am the Chief Commander of the Iron Floating Guards, Sheng Lingge, here to escort the prince back to the mansion!"

General Du Ru Feng, Magistrate Su Xingming, and Yuan Haozong, who were left aside, looked at the direction where everyone was bowing in confusion.

The crowd of onlookers around also shifted their gaze to that direction.

There lay the desolate bandit king, Xin Zhuo!

Xin Zhuo? Crown Prince?

"Crown Prince?"

Chan Yi took two steps forward, disregarding the cold water on the ground, and knelt down beside him, carefully examining Xin Zhuo's face, feeling a bit dazed for a moment.

This face is so similar to that unparalleled Western Qin Prince, who charges alone into battle. There is no need for further confirmation, and no one would doubt it!

"Crown Prince?"

Chan Yi reached out her fair right hand and instinctively wiped the rainwater off Xin Zhuo's face, then adjusted his disheveled clothes.

Xin Zhuo, who had been staring blankly at the sky, finally reacted and slowly turned his head to look at her, his voice hoarse and unpleasant: "Wh-what?"

He had heard this woman call him "Shizi" more than once, with a strange accent. But she didn't cleanly kill him, so what exactly did she want to express?

Chan Yi slightly bowed, her voice clear, as if she wanted Xin Zhuo to hear it clearly:

"It's difficult to explain this matter in just a few words. In short, when you were young, you were stolen by Xin Si, who later changed his name to Xin Aotian, a horse slave of the Jiang Mansion. Your original surname is Jiang, and you are the eldest grandson of the Jiang family, the current head of the main branch. Your father is the late Western Qin Prince, the mighty general of the Divine Might Army, Jiang Huiwen. Your mother is the Qin Kingdom's Grand Princess, Ji Jiuwei. Well, that's it. Come back home with this servant, alright?"

Chan Yi's words were clear and understandable, even the most foolish person could understand them. The crowd nearby who had been eavesdropping were now staring wide-eyed in shock.

Xin Zhuo naturally understood as well. The previously vacant look in his eyes became a bit clearer, and he carefully observed Chan Yi's expression. His first thought was, of course, that this woman was trying to deceive him.

Or perhaps that nun princess, the Eastern gentleman, and the others had done some shady deal that they didn't want others to see, and wanted to play some strange trick.

But from the woman's face in front of him, he couldn't see any deceitful intentions. She even seemed respectful, which was unnecessary. For someone who could be easily dealt with by a single strike, why waste so much effort?

After thinking for a while, he said with difficulty, "Say it again!"

Chan Yi indeed repeated it seriously, with a tone even more sincere than before!

Xin Zhuo's mind was clear at this moment, and his face showed an emotion that no one could understand. He just felt...

This is so damn melodramatic! It's like when I had not a penny in my previous life, someone asked me to inherit billions of wealth!

I've already overcome countless difficulties and am about to become a god, and now you're telling me I can just lie down and win?

He remained silent for a long time, and Chan Yi, Sheng Lingge, and the five hundred Iron Floating Guards accompanied him.

Until he said, "I have checked my own body and found no scars, no identity jade pendant, and no birthmark. How can you prove it?"

This world doesn't have genetic matching. Instead of causing a misunderstanding, I'd rather continue being a bandit!

"Have you heard of the Tai Xu Outline?" Chan Yi asked softly.

"I have!" Xin Zhuo nodded.

Chan Yi waved her hand gently, and Sheng Lingge quickly walked towards a nearby tavern. When he came out, he had a bottle of burning knife in his hand, which he handed over.

Chan Yi looked at Xin Zhuo and said, "When the Jiang family's legitimate heir is born, the Jiang family's Grand Venerable will use the Tai Xu Outline technique to carve a Teng Dragon on their chest. At the age of five, they enter the darkness, and when they encounter alcohol, they become enlightened. Would you like to give it a try?"

Xin Zhuo had already opened his chest.

"I apologize for the offense!" Chan Yi opened the wine jar and poured the wine gently.

Xin Zhuo carefully looked at his own chest, just as serious as when he was interviewing for a job. After a moment, a ferocious dragon head slowly appeared...

This matter is equally melodramatic. Xin Zhuo had never considered it, but it does exist, just like an established fact that you can't avoid!

The eyes of Chan Yi and Sheng Lingge became extremely bright.

Xin Zhuo let out a sigh and lay back down again.

Suddenly... he could just lie down!

Life's encounters are really damn... bastard!

I made some major revisions to yesterday's writing. I wrote too quickly, and when I woke up and looked at it, it was so melodramatic that my scalp tingled. It was like dog shit. I'll update a bit less today.

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