Chapter 592

First Volume, Chapter 592: There's Always a Way Around Difficulty

Nightfall arrived, and Qin Feng, accompanied by Ning Hu and Qin Xiaofu, arrived at the Dali Temple's Si Kou Lao.

The warden of the Si Kou Lao had already received orders from Li Qian.

Seeing Qin Feng arrive, he immediately gathered seven or eight jailers to form a human wall, firmly blocking the prison gate.

He even adopted a posture of "fish dead, net broken."

The warden, in his forties, stared coldly at Qin Feng and spoke with unyielding harshness.

"Lord Qin, please return!"

"The Chief of Dali Temple has ordered: no one may visit Xie Bi without the Emperor's personal edict."

Qin Feng knew he could not possibly meet Xie Bi so easily.

Facing the warden's obstruction, Qin Feng remained calm and smiled.

"Brother Warden, do me a favor."

"You know my relationship with Uncle Xie; in five days, Uncle Xie will be executed."

"As his nephew, I must see him off on his final journey."

Initially, the warden had prepared for a confrontation with Qin Feng, for Qin Feng's reputation in Jingdu was truly terrible.

But now, seeing Qin Feng's refined manners and courteous demeanor, he seemed nothing like the vicious wastrel of legend.

The warden silently exhaled, his expression softening, and immediately bowed his fist.

"Lord Qin, it's not that I'm unwilling to help—it's simply impossible."

"The Emperor, His Highness, Grand Protector Lin, and the Minister of Justice are all watching this place."

"If I let you in, I'll lose my head right now—don't put me in this position."

As the saying goes, never strike a smiling face, and the warden held a uniquely sensitive position in Jingdu.

Though his rank was low, his authority was great; without his approval, even the Three Dukes could not enter the prison.

Anyone who forced entry would be treated as a jailbreaker and executed on the spot.

With enough chaos already in Jingdu, Qin Feng did not wish to bear the charge of "jailbreaking."

After careful thought, Qin Feng devised a plan, glanced around, and lowered his voice.

"How about this: you quietly let me in, I'll stay only fifteen minutes, then leave immediately—no trouble for you."

As he spoke, Qin Feng pulled out a Silver Note worth two thousand Tael of Silver from his sleeve.

Seeing Qin Feng push the Silver Note toward him, the warden stepped back several paces, waving his hands frantically.

"Lord Qin, don't joke like this."

"If I accept this Silver Note, I won't live to see tomorrow's dawn."

"Besides, every major figure in Jingdu knows you've come here."

"Even if I wanted to help, I couldn't hide it."

"Not even a breath's pause—I'm merely doing my duty. Please understand, Lord Qin."

Beside him, Ning Hu grew impatient and shouted loudly.

"You piece of trash, why so much talk? Just get out of the way!"

"Say another word, and I'll break in!"

The warden, who had been smiling moments before, immediately turned grim.

Ignoring Ning Hu, he turned and barked at the jailers beside him.

"Anyone who dares to force entry into the prison—execute on the spot!"

Ning Hu, with his explosive temper, clenched his fists, ready to attack at the warden's insolence.

Fortunately, Qin Feng reacted quickly and yanked Ning Hu behind him.

He glared at him, exasperated: "Little Tiger, calm down. Don't cause trouble."

"This is the Dali Temple's Si Kou Lao—cause a ruckus here, and you'll be sleeping in it tomorrow."

Qin Feng calmed Ning Hu, then summoned Qin Xiaofu with a wave.

He handed the two thousand Tael Silver Note to Qin Xiaofu and smiled: "Since the warden won't take it, deliver it to his wife."

Seeing Qin Feng's determination to bribe, the warden frowned deeply.

"Lord Qin, did I not make myself clear, or…"

Before the warden could finish, Qin Feng waved his hand, cutting him off, and adopted an expression of utter sincerity: "Where did you get that idea?

"You guard the prison gate—it's your duty. If I forced my way in, wouldn't that humiliate you?

"Two thousand Tael of Silver? To me, it's nothing but a drop in the ocean.

"This money is simply to help your wife with household expenses.

"I heard your son had a little trouble—he got into a fight with the son of a physician in Jingzhong.

"That physician insists on pressing charges, and when you go to court at Jingzhao Prefecture, you'll need to grease palms all around.

"This small sum is just a token of respect."

Before arriving, Qin Feng had anticipated that entering the Si Kou Lao would be extremely difficult.

He had already sent Qin Xiaofu to investigate thoroughly—especially this warden, down to the last detail.

Every family has its own troubles.

What kind of people had the warden not seen? He met the Three Dukes regularly—he understood Qin Feng's implication perfectly.

If the warden let him in, Qin Feng would handle matters at Jingzhao Prefecture and ensure his worthless son was protected.

If the warden refused to cooperate, Qin Feng would side with the physician and destroy his son utterly.

The warden's brow tightened, his eyes filled with sharp hostility: "Lord Qin, are you threatening me?"

Qin Feng reached out and patted the jailer's shoulder, his face beaming with a smile.

"What kind of talk is that?"

"We're all working in Jingdu—we see each other every day. It's best to keep the peace."

"Talk of threats? That's too harsh."

"But I, for my part, always deal with matters, not people."

"If someone treats me well, I'll return the courtesy. But if anyone gives me trouble, I'll make them feel the icy cruelty of winter."

Feeling the heavy hand on his shoulder, the jailer took a deep breath.

Clearly, Qin Feng's words were no empty bluff.

Though everyone in Jingdu knew Qin Feng and Second Prince Li Qian were now irreconcilable enemies.

Yet even if Qin Feng were passive, he was still the First Marquis Under Heaven—crushing a lowly jailer like him was as easy as stepping on an ant.

Weighing the pros and cons, the jailer finally gave in.

"I can only let you in for fifteen minutes. When time's up, you must leave immediately."

"Also, you must guarantee my innocence!"

Qin Feng threw back his head and laughed, showing this posed no difficulty whatsoever.

He patted his chest and assured the jailer to rest easy—Dali Temple's chief was under his control.

Even if heaven fell, it wouldn't crush the jailer.

For extra safety, Qin Feng gave Ning Hu a glance.

Ning Hu understood and punched the jailer straight in the nose.

Instantly, blood sprayed.

The guards present flew into a rage, ready to rush forward and help—until the jailer stopped them.

"All of you—stand down…" The jailer's nose bled freely; his words were muffled.

But his eyes held relief; he bowed directly to Qin Feng: "Then I entrust the Jingzhao Prefecture case to Marquis Qin."

Qin Feng walked toward the Prison, nodding with a smile: "Consider it done."