The two came and went with the wind.
When Li Cheng'an, who had just returned from the rear courtyard, rushed to the main hall, the swordsman was nowhere to be seen.
The chief guard, Xu Laozhen, blushed with embarrassment, kneeling on the ground with his sword horizontally across his lap, silent.
In that moment of facing death, he faltered.
He let two swordsmen swagger in and snatch someone away.
As the chief guard, this was a complete dereliction of duty.
Although His Highness had a bad reputation,
being bullied in the mansion was a different matter.
The master is humiliated, the servant dies!
Xu Laozhen's face showed a determined expression as he bowed his head to the ground, saying, "Your Highness, this servant is no longer worthy to be the chief guard, and is willing to accept death!"
After saying this, his sword was unsheathed, and in an instant, it sliced across his neck.
This decisive blow was unstoppable, not to mention Li Cheng'an, who had no cultivation. Even the housekeeper of the mansion, who was also at the Qi Gathering Realm, couldn't stop it in time.
It seemed that he was ashamed and determined to die.
Li Cheng'an just silently watched him, with a smile on his face.
As the blood sprayed from his neck, Li Cheng'an lightly tapped his finger, and Xu Laozhen's tightly gripped sword flew out of his hand, caught by Li Cheng'an's fingertip.
"Old Xu, how many years have you been with me?"
Xu Laozhen looked at Li Cheng'an incredulously.
Everyone said that the Third Prince had a bad background and no aptitude for cultivation, destined never to ascend to the throne in this life.
So he behaved recklessly and resolved to live a life of luxury without caring about his reputation.
In the past few years, there were rumors that the prince was biding his time, accumulating strength in secret.
But as the prince's actions became more absurd, and one night, he stole from the Minister of War's family, those rumors died down.
It was also after that night that Xu Laozhen completely extinguished any hope of advancement.
With a turn of his mind, the once iron-blooded warrior had become the present cowardly chief guard.
But now...
Seeing the useless sword in the prince's hand,
Xu Laozhen trembled and said, "Your Highness, Old Xu has been following you for seven years and three months!"
"Has it been seven years already?"
Li Cheng'an threw the sword aside, and it smoothly returned to its sheath. "The fault of today's event lies with me, tarnishing the sword...
You leave the city, and your family has been taken care of by Your Royal Highness.
From now on...
Don't call yourself Xu Laozhen anymore, call yourself... Xu Laozei!"
"Your Highness!"
Xu Laozhen prostrated himself on the ground, and the heart that had been cold and silent for a long time began to beat slowly.
"Go, Your Highness has sentenced you to death, don't come back."
Xu Laozhen kowtowed three times and left, dropping his scabbard and turning away.
After Xu Laozhen walked away, the steward behind Li Cheng'an hesitated and said, "Your Highness, this warrior fears death so much, are you sure you want to let him into the Black Wind Fort?"
Li Cheng'an said, "It's just a plaything, let him go. It's better than seeing him cause trouble!"
Damn it, that crazy woman, Jiang Baihu, is bullying me!
It's a pity...
I can't do anything about her!"
The steward's mouth twitched.
Xu Laozhen thought that the prince was biding his time, accumulating strength.
But as a close aide to Li Cheng'an, he knew very well that His Highness was just putting on a show and never had the slightest desire for that throne.
Sullying his reputation?
Non-existent!
Pitying the once again ignited fighting spirit of Xu Laozhen, the steward asked, "Should I send a message to the Marquis of Chenliu's Mansion about Li Lanqing being taken back by the Jiang family?"
"Of course!"
Li Cheng'an yawned, saying as a matter of course, "If Chen Zhian's signboard is stolen, what does it have to do with me, Li Cheng'an?
This prince is not as favored as him, and I don't have a godfather to help me."
He picked up the two pieces of silver on the table and stuffed them into his pocket joyfully, saying, "When the opening day of the Zhi'an Tower arrives, I'll use these two pieces of silver to buy some wine."
The steward was speechless.
He called a servant boy and ordered him to go to the Marquis of Chenliu's Mansion to deliver a message.
The servant boy, ready to leave, was suddenly struck in the eye by the steward's fist, who smirked and said, "Cry when you go, and tell them that our prince was pressed to the ground and beaten by those two swordsmen, and even the captain of the palace guards was killed."
The servant boy whimpered as he ran towards the mansion.
Seeing this, Li Cheng'an nodded in satisfaction.
He returned to his inner quarters and fell asleep holding two concubines in his arms.
...
Marquis of Chenliu's Mansion!
Chen Zhi'an looked at the servant boy, who looked miserable and pitiful, and it feels damn absurd!
A prince...
Being pressed to the ground and beaten in his own stronghold, Even shitting was beaten out?
And you, a prince who has already been ennobled, want me, a useless waste who hasn't even attained a title yet, to step forward for you?
Who on earth did the original owner associate with?
Looking around, there wasn't a reliable person among them!
After glaring at the servant boy for a long time, Chen Zhi'an kicked him out in frustration.
Sitting dumbfounded on the doorstep, he pondered how to deal with this...
No wonder Hu Mazi dared to threaten him so brazenly. It turned out his backing was that crazy woman from White Tiger Street.
If given a choice, Chen Zhi'an really didn't want to deal with that woman.
But Li Lanqing must be rescued.
Not to mention that she was one of the future signboards of the Zhi'an Tower.
More importantly, if he yielded this time, what if Jiang Baihu dispatched those two scoundrels to come and take her again? Would he just stand by and watch her being taken?
If she snatched the signboard, that would be one thing, but what if she snatched me?
That crazy woman has long been coveting me.
After thinking for a long time, Chen Zhi'an felt extremely troubled.
In terms of cultivation, Jiang Baihu could easily produce two swordsmen of the Illusory Realm, and who knows how many trump cards he still had hidden.
In terms of status, that woman had the backing of the Jiang Family of Langya, a family that had produced a saint in the past.
Although they had fallen on hard times in recent years, the camel that dies of starvation is bigger than a horse. With just a couple of saintly artifacts, it was not something the Marquis of Chenliu's Mansion could contend with.
Furthermore, his father was a waste who had even been stripped of his title.
Didn't even Li Cheng'an, that dog thief, cower?
If he really wanted to confront that woman, given Li Cheng'an's personality, he would probably have already led a bunch of servants to attack her.
Why bother coming to him pretending to be pitiful?
After thinking it over, he suddenly caught sight of a figure in a green robe slowly descending from the book depository.
Chen Zhi'an immediately smiled mischievously!
That's right!
There's a hidden big shot right here!
I might not be able to afford to provoke Jiang Baihu, but Jiang Baihu can't afford to provoke the Son of Destiny either!
Everyone knows that any woman who encounters the Son of Destiny, no matter how beautiful, ends up in a miserable state.
Being devoured completely isn't the end of it; they're still willingly unable to resist.
An IQ of ten can directly achieve one point.
As long as the big brother steps in.
Let alone the Jiang Family of Langya, even if it's a family that has produced an emperor before, they would have to play along with you!
He slammed a punch against his nose, and Chen Zhi'an hugged Chen Zhibai's thigh, saying in a pitiful tone, "Big brother, your little brother has been bullied!
That crazy woman Jiang Baihu took away little brother's money and even threatened to capture little brother as her face offering. You must intercede for your little brother!"
Chen Zhibai's hand holding the book trembled slightly.
Is this little brother of mine...
Could it be that I'm blind?