Han Zian was lying on the ground unconscious, his face was black and blue, his eye sockets were sunken, his lips were white, and he looked weak at first glance.
"Princess, this kind of filth will stain your eyes." Leng Yi used his tall body to block her sight.
"Han Zian sent it back to Mrs. Wang. I hope she will like this gift! After all, good brothers are loyal and share the benefits!"
Several secret guards wrapped Han Zian in a shabby quilt, carried it on their shoulders and disappeared into the night.
Su Yining stretched out his hand to pull away Leng Yi, who was in the way, and looked at the eight women on the ground, lost in thought.
"How many days are left until Su Jinshuang gets married?"
Leng Yi counted the days and replied: "There is still one month left. I found out that she is now under house arrest in Su Guogong's Mansion. The situation is not optimistic."
"These guys, please clean up for me and watch out for none of them to run away. The girls from Sanyang are a great help!"
From the moment they stepped into Prince Zhan's Mansion, they were no longer themselves, but goods!
Everyone knows the principle of buying and selling concubines, but they just can't figure it out. They always think that the mother is more valuable than the child, so it depends on whether there is such an opportunity.
Su Yining has no extra sympathy to sympathize with a group of women who want to step on him to get the upper hand. Since he doesn't know whether to live or die, he will go to hell.
Mrs. Wang has been feeling strange these days as to why her son has not been seen. Everyone she asked said they had not noticed where the young master had gone.
At first, I thought I was studying in the academy, and I was happy about it for a long time. However, Han Zian's personal servant came to tell me that the young master was missing.
Mrs. Wang stared angrily and asked ferociously: "Why didn't you tell me earlier that the young master was missing? What on earth did you tell me!?"
The young man did not dare to hide anything, and said solemnly: "To tell the princess, it was the young master who asked me to conceal my whereabouts. He, he went to the workshop..."
"Because he was afraid that you would scold him, he ran away from the academy secretly, and then asked the younger one to stay in the academy and pretend to be there."
Hearing this, Mrs. Wang felt as if something had pinched her heart. This was her only son!
Anxious, anxious, angry, all kinds of emotions are mixed together. No matter how much I hate iron, I can only let go of my anger.
She didn't dare to speak out for fear of affecting her son's reputation. She was nostalgic for the land of fireworks before marrying a wife. Where would there be a good girl to marry him?
The more afraid you are of people knowing, the more likely things will happen.
It was obvious that Leng's guard didn't want him to go home quietly, so he threw him on top of the Chastity Arch and hung him up with a rope.
In the early morning, there were gradually more and more people on the cold streets, and something suddenly appeared on the plaque that I had not noticed until now.
"Oh, look, is there a person hanging up there?" The sky was already bright, and the person on the archway could be clearly seen.
An old lady's face changed drastically, she slapped her thigh and shouted: "What a sin!!"
This is the archway of their clan, and now someone commits suicide on it. This is the greatest insult to their clan.
At first, the people thought it was suicide, and for a while no one dared to go up and get Han Zian down.
Gradually the sun rose and the temperature rose. Han Zian, who was wrapped in a quilt, woke up from the heat. He suddenly opened his eyes and found that he was hanging up, and there was a group of people below pointing at him.
With a warning, his dry throat made an unpleasant sound like a rooster: "What are you people doing? Did you hang me up? Put me down quickly!"
The hanging body was twisting unsteadily, and the weak quilt fell from the archway to the ground with his movements.
"Ah!!! This person is so nasty!!"
"Rogue!" Several young wives screamed, covered their eyes and ran away.
There are all kinds of ambiguous traces all over his body, as anyone who has been to that kind of place will know.
Han Zian is also a famous figure in the capital. His eldest brother is the God of War, and his father is also a prince. He is the only second-generation master who is nothing.
It is precisely because of his brother and father that he is so capable that even the concubine is better than him, so this second son who has done nothing has attracted more attention.
"Hey? Isn't this Han Zian, the second son of Prince Zhan?" Someone with sharp eyes recognized him immediately.
The person who just thought he looked familiar before suddenly reacted and suddenly realized: "Why do I think it looks so familiar? It turns out to be Han Zian!"
"Oh my, this is really unbecoming."
"He must have offended someone, otherwise why would he be treated like this? But speaking of it, Han Zian's abilities are not very good, tsk tsk!"
Such a big thing naturally alarmed Jing Zhaoyi, because no one dared to touch anyone from the Zhan Prince's Mansion. What if he was picked on? So the people found the government with a tacit understanding.
It was already noon when Wu Xing came back from the court and brought the officials to the Archway Building. Han Zihan had changed from being arrogant and domineering, shouting and killing, to a little cabbage that was wilted by the sun.
It’s interesting to say, so many people went to deliver the letter, why didn’t it reach Prince Zhan’s Mansion?
Leng Si's brown eyes in the dark were indifferent, he glanced at the eight or nine comatose messengers at his feet, and showed a pleasant smile.
Wu Xing looked at Han Zian with a gloomy face, who was lying on the archway and swearing arrogantly. With things like this, this kid didn't even feel the slightest bit of shame.
As he was doing his job, he still asked the yamen servant to release the person, but he didn't expect that the first thing the person said to him when he came down was not to thank him, but to question him.
"Master Wu, how do you manage this capital city? I was hung here for half a day, and no one made a move to let me down!"
"Mr. Han, why don't you think about how to explain it to the people of this archway first?" This is the chastity archway. No matter what the reason is, the first thing to do is to apologize.
But Han Zian didn't think so. He reached out and grabbed the quilt that fell on the ground and draped it around him. He was really embarrassed at first, but now it doesn't matter anymore. He has seen everything he should see anyway.
"Master Wu, this matter is not important. What is important is to catch the person who caused harm as soon as possible. I was walking on the road well, but I fainted for some reason and was hung here as soon as I opened my eyes!"
Wu Xing had no choice but to comfort the people who were crying while holding the memorial tablets, and at the same time sent a letter to Prince Zhan's Mansion asking him to take the people back.
He didn't believe that Han Zian just fainted. From his perspective, he probably went to some brothel and was in a state of intoxication.
As for being tied up there, he might have climbed up there after drinking too much. The traces of filth on his body included a fishy smell and dry stains.
When Wang knew about this, he was probably the last one in the whole capital to know.
When she saw her son coming back wearing a dirty quilt, she felt dizzy.