Qin Ying forced himself to shake his dizzy head.
After a night of fighting, he was stabbed several times and Liu Yunxian lost a lot of blood. If it were in the past, it would have been enough to kill him twice.
Thanks to Lao Huang's internal skills, Qin Ying's face was pale and his steps were unsteady when he walked.
Lao Huang hurried over to help him, but when he reached the door, he pushed Lao Huang's hand away. He didn't want to show his injured and weak side in front of the two people.
Qin Ying pushed the door open and left.
The imperial doctors surrounded Liu Yunxian's bed and were shocked to see that the Ninth Princess was actually saved.
Who of those who can stand here is not a master of the medical field?
The knife entered the heart, which was a sure death.
She was actually saved by the strange technique of the Ninth Prince. What is that called... surgery?
These imperial doctors have lived for decades and have never heard of this kind of medical technique.
"There is such a treatment method, transfusing one's own blood into another's body."
"I have never heard of it, it is really unheard of, the Ninth Prince actually knows medical skills."
"Surgery? Have you ever heard of it? Which ancestor's medical book recorded this?"
"Okay, don't say any more, we can't afford to bother the imperial concubine."
As soon as these words came out, the imperial doctors immediately stopped talking and dared not say any more.
Qin Ying walked outside the Tingchao Pavilion, his slightly pale face lingering with a deep murderous intent.
He had just won the civil war for the Han Dynasty, which
It is no exaggeration to say that he had made great contributions, but he was assassinated that night, how ironic.
The Imperial Guards, known as the iron wall, were like headless flies, allowing the assassins to sneak into the palace and kill people, and they only realized it later, how ridiculous?
Qin Ying was holding back a rage in his heart.
It seems that the palace needs a cleansing.
After walking a hundred steps, Qin Ying saw Qin Dang and Qin Zhou standing in the courtyard waiting.
Next to them, there was a guard kneeling on the ground with his forehead touching the ground.
He had taken off his armor, and in front of him were armor and a long sword, as well as a stick as thick as an arm.
This man was the commander of the guards on duty last night.
Qin Ying remembered that his name was Zhao Hu.
Zhao Hu lay on the ground, his hands and feet were weak, cold sweat was pouring down, and his burly body couldn't help shaking.
The commander of the guards was responsible for leading the team to patrol and protect the safety of the palace, but last night, such a large-scale assassination happened.
No matter what, he couldn't escape death.
Seeing Qin Ying coming, Zhao Hu quickly knelt and crawled to his feet, kowtowed like pounding garlic: "Your Highness, the sinner Zhao Hu begs for death!"
"Bang!"
Qin Ying kicked him down with one foot, picked up a wooden stick at the side, and hit him hard.
While beating him, Qin Ying roared with a ferocious look: "Asshole! Is this the guard you led? The assassin has already touched my bedside, what are you doing? Are you blind or deaf!"
Zhao Hu trembled all over, letting the wooden stick fall on him, gritting his teeth, not daring to hum, he knew he would die, he just hoped that after Qin Ying finished beating him, the anger in his heart would subside a little, so as not to implicate his family.
Crack.
After Qin Ying's beating, the wooden stick broke.
He also stepped back a few steps and coughed a few times. He had moved too much just now, pulling the wound, and he grimaced in pain.
Zhao Hu's back was torn and bloody. The man didn't even groan when he was beaten. Now he begged with tears in his eyes: "Your Highness, please kill me! I know my crime is unforgivable. I only ask Your Highness to show some mercy and spare my family members. They are all innocent."
Qin Ying was so angry that his face turned red. He cursed: "Who is not innocent? My Xian'er is not innocent? Those eunuchs and palace maids who were killed are not innocent?"
"Ahem..." Qin Ying was so angry that a blood stain appeared under his clothes. Old Huang hurried forward to support him.
Qin Dang and Qin Zhou saw this, and a trace of pleasure flashed in their eyes.
At this time, Qin Zhou hurried over, held Qin Ying's shoulders, and said with concern: "Ninth brother, don't get angry. I will help you investigate this matter thoroughly. All those involved in the case will be killed."
Qin Ying covered the wound on his chest and glanced at him coldly.
You help me investigate it thoroughly? The cat cries over the rat.
He looked at Qin Dang again, whose arm was still wrapped in a thick layer of gauze.
He didn't come to such an important occasion when he was competing with Ling Daoxuan in painting that day, but he was so attentive today? Did he want to come and see if he was dead?
"Brother, your hand doesn't hurt?"
Qin Ying suddenly asked.
Qin Dang's eyes were cold, "Take care of yourself."
Qin Ying stared at his face with a heavy look.
Qin Zhou saw the tense atmosphere and smiled again: "I heard that you, the ninth brother, captured an assassin alive? Why not hand the assassin over to us? Within three days, we will give you a perfect result."
"The ninth brother is injured, so you shouldn't worry too much about these things. Our two brothers will definitely do it beautifully for you."
As he said this, he showed his white teeth and smiled friendly.
But what responded to him was Qin Ying's cold eyes like a murderous blade.
Staring at Qin Zhou, Qin Ying's tone became cold, "Eighth brother, are you here specifically to take the assassin away?"
Qin Zhou trembled all over. Being stared at by such a gaze, he actually felt like a thorn in his back, very uncomfortable, and forced a smile: "Isn't this my concern for you? What's wrong, this is not okay?"
Qin Ying put away his coldness and said: "Don't worry about it, brother, I will handle my own affairs."
After that, Qin Ying strode back to Tingchao Pavilion and left
Back to the side hall, Qin Ying's face was cold.
"Old Huang, go and tell the Tianlao that without my order, no one is allowed to interrogate the assassin. Let the jailer keep watch day and night, and don't let him leave for a moment."
Qin Ying shouted coldly, "Go to the military camp and select a group of people for me. The simpler and cleaner the background, the better."
As he said that, he handed the Golden Dragon Order awarded to him by the Han Emperor to Old Huang.
Old Huang took the token
and withdrew.
...
Noon.
Emperor Qin Mu of Han rushed over to visit immediately after the morning court.
The assassination in the palace last night shocked all the civil and military officials.
In this world, someone dared to enter the palace to assassinate.
Emperor Han ordered a strict investigation!
This is a challenge to the imperial power, and one must be killed as a warning to the hundred.
Otherwise, such things will happen again in the future.
After closing the door, Qin Ying told Emperor Han his thoughts,
"Father, this assassination is not as simple as it seems. Hundreds of assassins can enter the palace as if no one is there. I have chased them, and these people are very familiar with the route of the palace."
"This is enough to show that this assassination was planned by internal and external cooperation. There must be an insider who provided them with the internal structure of the palace."
"I beg you to order me to take full responsibility for this matter. I will kill one if I find one, and I will show no mercy."
Qin Ying's voice was cold and his eyes were full of murderous intent.
"This assassination also made me tremble with fear. The assassin could sneak into the palace and assassinate you so easily. He can come and assassinate me next time. It seems that my guards are no longer reliable."
The Han emperor sighed, and soon his eyes became cruel and ruthless. He said in a deep voice: "Okay, I will give you an imperial decree. Do it boldly."
He paused, then his eyes burst with murderous intent, and he said coldly: "Ying'er, remember, it is better to kill a thousand people by mistake than to let one go. Anyone who has anything to do with this matter must be killed, and if necessary, the nine clans can be killed."