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"Chang Ting, stop. What have I asked you to prepare the carriages for?" Qin Feng's voice cut through the air.
"Young Master, it's all ready. I've had people waiting at Chang Ting," Feng Wushuang replied quickly.
Qin Feng nodded slightly, "Good."
Though Feng Wushuang didn't understand why Qin Feng needed so many carriages, he dared not ask further.
Inside the ox cart, Nie Xiaoqian looked anxiously at Qin Feng and asked, "Will my father really come with us?"
Qin Feng smiled reassuringly, "Why would I lie to you? We'll just wait for him at Chang Ting."
Nie Xiaoqian still felt a bit skeptical but nodded nonetheless.
Qin Feng lifted the curtain and gazed toward the capital, narrowing his eyes. This morning, he had seen dark clouds hovering over Nie Rong's head, while Destiny Energy was so weighed down that he couldn't lift his head. If he guessed correctly, today would be disastrous for Nie Rong—at best, he would be dismissed from his post; at worst, he could lose his head.
He had just summoned Hei Jiao to the capital. This time, not only would he bring Nie Rong out, but he also intended to take Fu Shoufu and the others with him.
Meanwhile, in the court, Nie Rong stared incredulously at the old emperor. "Your Majesty, I've truly found clues about those missing people. Tonight—no, today—I will catch them!" Nie Rong said urgently.
The old emperor squinted his eyes; this was exactly what he feared. He understood what was happening—because Nie Rong was close to uncovering the truth about the National Master’s residence, it was better to eliminate him now before he could act further.
Moreover, with his relationship to Qin Feng as father-in-law and son-in-law, it was even more imperative that he be silenced.
The National Master sneered at Nie Rong. How dare he investigate himself? It was akin to courting death.
"Seize Nie Rong and throw him into the dungeons," the old emperor commanded coldly.
Nie Rong's face turned pale as despair washed over him. He couldn't comprehend why the emperor would turn against him.
Without resistance, he was led to the door but suddenly stopped and turned to look at the National Master. "Your Majesty, as long as the National Master remains, Da Li will never know peace."
"Drag him away!" The old emperor's expression darkened as he barked his order.
The soldier hurriedly pulled Nie Rong out, and the atmosphere in the grand hall felt rather oppressive. The ministers kept their heads bowed, not daring to utter a word. The old emperor scanned the crowd and suddenly pointed at a few individuals, dismissing them from their positions and throwing them into the dungeons. Those men cried out for mercy, but no minister dared to step forward. They feared being caught in the crossfire, knowing how unpredictable the emperor could be.
In the dungeon, Nie Rong was pushed into a cell and stumbled slightly. The dim and damp environment was uncomfortable, yet he showed little emotion. He sat on the tattered straw mat, secretly relieved that he had sent Qin Feng to take Nie Xiaoqian away; otherwise, he feared his daughter might also be in danger.
Just then, a cold wind swept through, causing the temperature to drop several degrees. Nie Rong shivered. "Nie Rong? Nie Da Ren?" A soft, ethereal voice echoed around him.
Nie Rong jolted at the sound. Suddenly, a mass of dark mist appeared before him, and then a tall figure emerged from it.
Nie Rong's expression changed as he hurriedly stood up and backed against the wall. "Who are you? What do you want?" he thought frantically, wondering if the emperor had sent someone to kill him.
The Azure Face Ghost looked at Nie Rong and forced out an ugly smile. "Nie Da Ren, I am here to rescue you."
"Huh?" Nie Rong was taken aback. "You’re here to rescue me?"
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