Chapter 767 The Crown Prince Is Deposed (3)

In the imperial study, Emperor Jin Ming was furious: "What do you mean the assassin ran away? Chase, order the Imperial Guards and all the secret guards of the Yingtian Palace to go out and chase for me. If you don't catch this group of assassins, you will all be beheaded!"

"Yes!"

The commander of the Imperial Guards retreated in a cold sweat, and quickly summoned the Imperial Guards and Yingtian Palace, and rushed to the scene to investigate the situation...

The Emperor Jin Ming was still furious, and he ran back and forth like a lion trapped in a cage. He was the emperor who was high above, and someone dared to move against him and ruin his most beloved son. How could he swallow this breath?

"Investigate, investigate for me, find out who did it, I will punish all nine of his clans and torture them to death..."

"Yes!"

Zhu Zhong answered carefully, and went out to convey the order.

Emperor Jinming strode back and forth in the room for more than ten circles, and suddenly stopped and looked at a little eunuch.

"Go, pass the order, prepare the carriage, I want to go to the prince's mansion..."

The news that the prince was assassinated and disabled spread throughout the capital in an instant. For a time, the shadows of the imperial guards were everywhere on the streets of the capital. They tirelessly asked the people about the assassin's news, trying to find some clues about the assassin.

In the prison of Yingtian Prefecture

Huo Yuan sat cross-legged on a stool, closing his eyes to rest.

From yesterday to now, he has been here for two days. Today, he almost suffered torture. If he had not had a close relationship with Zhao Hongwang, the prefect of Yingtian Prefecture, and that guy had received a lot of things from him, I am afraid that he would not be able to sit here properly now.

However, Zhao Hongwang, the prefect, said that for the sake of the past, he would be given a day to think about it. If he still did not confess tomorrow, he would have to be tortured.

Although Zhao Fuyin claimed that he would torture her tomorrow, he believed that he would still be fine tomorrow, because in order to avenge his sister and to help King Jing get rid of his worries, he had already taught Concubine Jin a lesson, a lesson that would be enough for her to learn for the rest of her life. He believed that she would no longer have the energy to trouble her sister, let alone the time to pay attention to him.

"Squeak----"

The door of the prison opened, and a jailer came in with a tray, with a flattering face.

"Hey, Mr. Huo, your dinner is served. It is the braised pork elbow and roast goose packed in Shu Ding Xiang. Do you think it's okay?"

The jailer walked to Huo Yuan, knelt down, put the tray in his hand on the small table in front of Huo Yuan, picked up the osmanthus wine in the tray, and poured Huo Yuan a glass.

"Hey, Mr. Huo, please----"

Huo Yuan took the wine glass, and the jailer took advantage of the moment when he lowered his head to taste the wine, and said in a very low voice: "It's done!"

This voice was spoken very softly, and it was impossible for anyone else to hear it.

Huo Yuan raised his lips slightly when he heard this, and said: "Not bad, it is indeed the sweet-scented osmanthus wine of Shu Ding Xiang."

After that, he took out a piece of broken silver from his bag and threw it to the jailer: "Go!"

The jailer took the silver, put it in his mouth and took a bite, and said with a smile: "Oh, the quality of this silver is really good, it is worthy of the Huo family's silver, hehe, Mr. Huo, please take your time, if you have any problems, just call me!"

The prisoners in the nearby prison licked their lips, and looked at Huo Yuan eating and drinking slowly, their mouths watering with greed.

As prisoners, they could only live in a large cell with more than a dozen people crowded together, sleeping on hay, eating moldy and smelly coarse-grain steamed bread, and drinking bland soup; while Master Huo lived in a cell as clean as a guest, slept on a thick mattress, and the jailer also prepared a stool and a small table for him to eat and rest. Every meal of his was as exquisite as a royal banquet, with wine and meat, and after the meal there was fruit and good tea, which made the prisoners' eyes turn blue.