Chapter 310: Liu Bingzhong fans the flames, Dingxiang Marquis leads troops to storm the Junior Marshal

Chen De, dressed in a plain robe, stepped on the residual snow and walked into the Jingzhao Prefecture autopsy room. The cold air almost drilled from the soles of his feet directly into his bones.

The room was filled with a heavy smell of herbs and blood. At a glance, he saw the figure covered by a white cloth on the wooden board in the center.

That was his eldest son, Chen Yan.

Liu Bingzhong hurriedly stepped forward, just about to speak, but was stopped by Chen De with a wave of his hand.

He walked step by step, each step like stepping on the tip of a knife, until he stood before the bed, then slowly reached out, his fingertips trembling as he lifted the white cloth.

Chen Yan's eyes were closed, his face no longer had the vitality of the past, and the wound on his neck had been simply treated with herbs, but it was still hideous.

Chen De stood stiffly for a moment, then suddenly knelt before the bed, his hands gripping his son's cold wrists tightly.

Those wrist bones were slender, the same appearance as when he had held them countless times while teaching him sword practice hand-in-hand.

"Son... my A-Wei!" A long-suppressed wail finally exploded from his throat, like a wounded beast roaring in a desperate situation. "Open your eyes and look!"

"It's Dad, Dad is here, here to take you home!"

He leaned down, his forehead against his son's chest, where there was no heartbeat anymore, only coldness.

His calloused hands stroked his son's cheeks and eyebrows, as if wanting to carve this face into his bones, the grief full of heart-wrenching pain.

Liu Bingzhong stood to the side, his brows locked, his face solemn.

"Marquis Chen, please restrain your grief!" Liu Bingzhong finally spoke in a low voice, his voice strained.

"Restrain my grief?"

Chen De raised his head abruptly, his face full of tears and snot, those sharp eagle eyes now bloodshot, staring fixedly at Liu Bingzhong: "I'll restrain your grandmother's grief!"

He paused, confirmed hysterically: "Liu Bingzhong, I ask you, was the murderer of A-Wei You Cheng Huai!"

As he spoke, he propped himself up from beside the corpse and approached step by step, the cold air on his body almost swallowing people whole.

"Yes."

Liu Bingzhong was forced back repeatedly by him, his back against the cold wall, but he still nodded, his voice trembling slightly from nervousness.

He took a deep breath, steadied his mind, and said quickly: "After the case occurred, this office led people to the Hongxiao Workshop to investigate the scene immediately..."

"There are no traces of a fourth person!"

"The shoe prints match perfectly, and there are eyewitnesses!"

After speaking, he stared at Chen De, fearing that he would do something extreme.

"And the murderer who killed my son?" After listening, Chen De's chest heaved violently, as if a raging fire was burning inside.

He slammed a fist onto the table beside him, and the autopsy tools instantly scattered all over the floor, making a harsh sound.

"You Cheng Huai fled to avoid punishment..."

Liu Bingzhong took a deep breath and said: "This office has ordered people to search the whole city!"

"I believe he will be caught soon to give your son justice..."

"Heh!"

Chen De snorted coldly, the laughter filled with ice shards, making one's scalp tingle. He wiped the tears from his face, his eyes suddenly becoming as fierce as a knife, staring fixedly at Liu Bingzhong: "Can your Jingzhao Prefecture even take people from the Junior Marshal's mansion?"

He paused and continued: "You don't need to worry about the following matters, Governor Liu..."

Even if you think with your butt, you know where You Cheng Huai will hide.

And as the second eldest son, Junior Marshal You Wangzhi will definitely protect him to the death!

If you want to bring him to justice, these people in the Jingzhao Prefecture are not qualified.

It still has to be Chen De himself to take action...

Seeing Chen De turn to leave, Liu Bingzhong hurriedly stepped forward two steps, his voice carrying deliberate urgency: "Marquis Chen, you must be calm!"

"Don't be impulsive!"

He wore a persuasive expression on his face, but his tone was like adding firewood to a raging fire: "That is the Junior Marshal!"

He emphasized the identity of the murderer's father again.

Sure enough, after listening, Chen De's chest heaved violently, and he slammed a pillar: "Others fear his You Wangzhi, I, Chen De, do not! Men!"

The personal guards waiting outside the door responded immediately.

"Assemble the troops!" His voice was like thunder, "Go to the Junior Marshal's mansion to arrest the murderer!"

Liu Bingzhong watched Chen De issue orders in a rage, a flash of imperceptible brilliance in his eyes, but his mouth was still pretending to dissuade: "Marquis, this... this is too impulsive!"

Chen De was too lazy to pay attention, turned around, and strode away with his personal guards, the cold wind rolling his angry shouts far away.

Liu Bingzhong stood in place, watching their backs, slowly withdrawing the anxiety from his face, the corner of his mouth curling into a cold arc.

"My lord, are we not going to stop them anymore?" Zhang Yinxian stepped forward, "If the Dingxiang Marquis leads troops to storm in like this, it's going to be a big deal..."

"Stop what stop!"

Hearing this, Liu Bingzhong smiled, playful, and said: "The things my Jingzhao Prefecture should do have already been done..."

As early as at the Hongxiao Workshop, this Governor had keenly smelled something fishy...

Whether it was the work of Chief Chen or not, he couldn't get involved, it was better to just push the boat with the current.

Liu Bingzhong had already gained experience.

The night was deep, and the lights in the study of the Junior Marshal's mansion were still on.

You Wangzhi sat withered at his desk, the wolf-hair brush in his hand suspended over the inkstone; ink dripped onto the rice paper, blooming into a pitch-black blotch.

He put down the brush, rubbed his swollen temples, the inexplicable irritability in his heart becoming more intense, and said to his wife accompanying him: "I don't know why, but I feel uneasy tonight..."

You Wangzhi was restless, always feeling that something big was about to happen.

"Old master, perhaps you have been overworked recently..." His wife wore a plain cloak, picked up a bowl of hot ginseng soup on the table, her voice as soft as a spring stream, "You will be fine after a good rest!"

She paused and continued: "Since the founding of the dynasty by His Majesty, our You family has always maintained neutrality, what big thing can happen, no need to worry!"

Just as she was speaking, the steward rushed into the study, his cotton robe covered in mud, his hair bun disheveled, his voice shaking uncontrollably: "Old master, it's bad!"

"The Dingxiang Marquis has surrounded our mansion with troops!"

"They've already broken in!"

"And they are clamoring for you to hand over the person immediately!"

The ginseng soup in You Wangzhi's hand fell to the ground with a "clatter," the porcelain bowl shattered, hot soup splashing on his robe hem, but he didn't notice, suddenly grabbing the steward's arm: "What?!"

"What is this Chen De doing?!"

"Let's go, go take a look!"

Chen De stepped on the mess all over the floor and headed straight for the inner courtyard, his scarlet eyes sweeping across every corner, as if wanting to dig You Cheng Huai out from the cracks in the stones.

You Wangzhi stumbled toward the front courtyard.

Passing through the hanging flower gate, he bumped into several private soldiers pressing the mansion's guards to the ground. He hurriedly stopped them: "Stop! Do you know who I am? Trespassing into the mansion of a court official is a crime!"

Hearing the sound, Chen De turned his head, his scarlet eyes staring fixedly at him, striding over with a dripping sword, each step like stepping on You Wangzhi's heart, sarcastically: "You Wangzhi, you bastard, you finally came out..."

"I thought you didn't dare to see people!"

You Wangzhi was forced back half a step by that murderous aura, pretending to be calm: "Brother Chen, we have no grudges in the past and no enmity in the present, you are making such a big fuss coming to my mansion, what is your intention?"

You Wangzhi didn't know what had happened at all...

And couldn't understand, what kind of madness this Dingxiang Marquis was having?

"Who are you calling Brother Chen!"

Chen De laughed in anger and said sternly: "I don't have a brother like you!"

He paused and continued: "Your son You Cheng Huai killed my A-Wei, you call this no grudge or enmity?"

"You really have the face to say that!"

Every word was like an ice cone quenched with poison.

Chen De suddenly raised his foot and kicked You Wangzhi hard in the chest.

You Wangzhi stumbled back several steps, hitting a pillar, his throat sweet, but he couldn't care about the pain, clutching his chest, puzzled: "The two children have always been on good terms..."

"Marquis, is there some misunderstanding in this?"

Even without mentioning the private friendship between the two young people, just talking about his own Cheng Huai's weakness, how could he kill the strong Chen Yan?

Chen De sneered, the scarlet in his eyes almost overflowing, raised his hand, and pointed to the thin coffin illuminated by torches in the corner of the courtyard: "My A-Wei's corpse is right here!"

Two private soldiers immediately stepped forward and lifted the coffin lid.

Chen Yan's pale face became clearer under the firelight, the hideous wound on his neck like a dark red snake, coiled on the cold skin.

"The Jingzhao Prefecture has also found conclusive evidence, what misunderstanding can there be!" Chen De's voice carried a kind of cruel calmness, walking step by step to You Wangzhi, "A word of advice, hurry up and hand over the monster you are harboring!"

"Don't force me to use force!"

You Wangzhi suddenly broke free from the shock and said: "Marquis, I understand your mood..."

"But Cheng Huai has never returned to the mansion!"

"Marquis, we've searched everywhere..." A leader of the private soldiers hurried over from the inner courtyard, his iron armor stained with snowy mud, and knelt on one knee, cupping his hands. "There is no trace of You Pinghuai!"

"Hidden so well?" Hearing this, Chen De sneered repeatedly, the murderous intent in his eyes even stronger, "You Wangzhi, it seems you are prepared to harbor him to the end!"

He's not even in the mansion, who am I harboring, your mother! Are you unable to understand human speech?... You Wangzhi was helpless, twitched the corner of his mouth, cursing in his heart, but still persuaded calmly: "Marquis, calm down first!"

"Good, very good!"

Chen De's face was livid, his gaze suddenly becoming fierce, and he kicked a stone table beside him, the corner of the table shattering: "Men, bring You Wangzhi's sons to me!" ===== CHAPTER 311 =====