Chapter 609

First Volume, Chapter 609: Judicial Grip All at Once

At these words, Xie Bi picked up a peanut, flung it straight at Qin Feng's face, and grumbled, "Can't even eat in peace without your mouth running."

The connection with the Dali Temple Chief must be kept secret.

If the Emperor learns the Dali Temple Chief is secretly aiding Qin Feng, he'll be 'removed' within days.

After all, this position is far too important.

The prison warden, upon learning of Qin Feng's ties to the Dali Temple Chief, instantly brightened, his whole body brimming with excitement.

"Lord Qin, I hope you'll lend me your support in the future."

Qin Feng grinned: "Don't go blabbing this around, hehe, my family's got serious clout."

Seeing Qin Feng's cocky, swaggering demeanor, Xie Bi couldn't help but smile bitterly—this brat, just survived a life-or-death ordeal, and already reverted to his usual lazy, carefree self.

The warden gazed at Qin Feng with burning admiration, bowing and scraping: "Of course, of course, no need for you to remind me—I know exactly what to say and what to keep quiet."

"By the way, my Quan Lang's case at the Jingzhao Prefecture owes much to Lord Qin."

"The new Jingzhao Prefect is also a member of the Taolin Party."

Qin Feng held his head high, utterly delighted inside.

The Jingzhao Prefect is my ally; the Dali Temple Chief is my distant uncle.

It's as if I've seized both the "Intermediate Law" and the "Supreme Law" in my hands—hard to lose now!

As Qin Feng lay on the dry grass, lounging carefree, a sharp feminine cry came from beyond the prison gate.

"Hmph, I worried myself sick outside, and you're here enjoying yourself? Heartless wretch."

Turning to look, he saw Xie Yun'er standing outside the old gate, hands on hips, face flushed with indignation.

Seeing his daughter arrive, Xie Bi's heart leapt with joy.

But instantly, it turned to jealousy.

For Xie Yun'er's entire attention was fixed on Qin Feng.

"Alas, daughters grow up and leave their fathers behind."

Qin Feng scrambled up, rushed to the prison gate, and feigned alarm: "What are you doing here? This is the Dali Si Jianlao—strictly off-limits to outsiders!"

"Leave quickly, before anyone spots you."

Xie Yun'er spat directly: "Don't give me that! I'm not a fool."

"Even the warden is serving you meals—this Dali Si Jianlao might as well change its name to Qin."

"You're clearly ditching me."

"Fine, then I'll leave—satisfied?"

Qin Feng immediately reached out, grabbing Xie Yun'er through the prison bars, beaming.

"Don't go—I was just teasing you."

"How's my father? My own son's rotting in prison, and he doesn't even come visit—what kind of father is he?"

Xie Yun'er rolled her eyes at Qin Feng again, nearly laughing in exasperation.

This guy—he forgets his pain the moment the wound heals. Just yesterday he was fighting the Jingdu Elite Troops on the Execution Ground, and now he's wagging his tail again—pure Shu Guanzi.

"Your father's busy at the Ministry of War—when would he have time to bother with you?"

Xie Yun'er pulled out two bottles of bruise ointment from her sleeve and passed them through the prison gate.

"How's your shoulder wound? Remember to change the medicine on time, got it?"

Qin Feng took the ointment, warmth spreading through his chest—how good it felt to have someone care for him.

But these two bottles of bruise ointment? He didn't value them—he had his own Beixi White Medicine, specially made for Arrow Wounds.

Just yesterday he applied it; today the pain was gone.

"By the way, according to the schedule, Third Sister should be arriving soon, right?"

Qin Feng's eyes sparkled—he couldn't help but feel delighted at the thought of seeing Li Xiaolan again.

Mentioning Li Xiaolan, Xie Yun'er's expression grew noticeably uneasy.

To say she wasn't jealous? That was a lie.

After all, Xie Yun'er had always aimed to become Qin Feng's principal wife—now Li Xiaolan had swooped in halfway, naturally leaving her bitter.

But then she thought again: Third Sister isn't an outsider—after all, it's better for the water to flow within the family.

Plus, after enduring this life-or-death ordeal, Xie Yun'er had come to see: whether she was first or second didn't matter—what mattered was being with Qin Feng.

"The Dali Temple Chief is also waiting—after all, you caused such a huge mess; sending it back for retrial outright violates protocol."

"Once Third Sister arrives, as the Princess of Yizhu, she can petition the Emperor—then the Dali Temple can legally reopen the case."

Hmph!

Qin Feng sneered inwardly—now you remember legal procedure?

When you were slashing at the Xie family father and daughter, where was your legal procedure?

No matter how you spin it, he needed the power to "flip the table" before the Li Imperial Clan would even talk sense to him.

But then again, as Princess of Yizhu, Li Xiaolan—compensating for her past wrongs—the Liang Emperor will treat her with special favor after returning to Jingdu; this privilege must be used well.

If he truly becomes a royal son-in-law, forging a marital bond with the Liang Emperor—hmm, I wonder how that old man will feel.

Just imagining the Liang Emperor slamming his fist on the table, Qin Feng felt a deep sense of satisfaction.

…

Imperial Palace, Western Flower Hall.

The Qiyang Commandery Princess hid among the flowerbeds, poking at ants on the ground with a thin tree branch.

She muttered under her breath now and then, her tone dripping with sourness.

"Hmph, Qin Feng—I never thought you'd actually dare to pierce the heavens for Xie Yun'er."

"Logically, I should hate you with all my heart, but inside... why do I feel a little envious?"

"Pfft, envious of what nonsense."

"I am a princess of the Great Liang; the man worthy of marrying me must be a hundred times more handsome, a hundred times more valiant, a hundred times more gentle than you."

"I don't care for him at all!"

As the Qiyang Commandery Princess grumbled, a voice from the flower pavilion nearby rang out.

"Qiyang, what are you muttering to yourself over there?"

The Qiyang Commandery Princess shuddered, quickly shook her head, and banished that annoying Qin Feng from her mind.

She rose, brushed off the dust, and walked toward the flower pavilion with feigned calm.

"Mother, I was cursing that scoundrel Qin Feng."

Upon hearing the name Qin Feng, the Chang Princess's brows furrowed slightly, and her eyes clearly flickered with resentment.

The loyal hound once nurtured side by side by the Chang Princess and the Liang Emperor had now become a hungry wolf.

Throughout the entire founding history of the Shedynasty, the imperial authority had never before suffered such a severe blow.

For a long time to come, the authority of the Li Imperial Clan would be greatly diminished.

The Chang Princess let out a long sigh—this sigh held helplessness, but mostly confusion.

"Never mind the Imperial Guard—why were the Palace Guards so utterly powerless against Qin Feng?"

"Could it be that Qin Feng has truly trained his troops into celestial soldiers?"

"Especially the Tianji Camp Guards—after this battle, fewer than ten died, yet they wiped out every single Palace Guard."

"How proud were the Palace Guards? Now, the few remaining Palace Guards in the palace have all become wilted eggplants, utterly broken."

"Everyone must be wondering—what exactly is the difference between the Palace Guards and the Tianji Camp Guards?"