Zhan Qingyue was naturally not a stubborn person, so he knew how to assess the situation, so he immediately gave in to King Jing and pretended to agree.
On the other side, Han Yiyun and his people finally found the dungeon.
"Sir, there is a dungeon in front of you. I heard that a lot of boys and girls were arrested in this dungeon in the past few days. I think County Lord Zhan must be young and beautiful, and he must have been lured here by the thieves."
Han Yiyun suppressed his anxiety and quickly asked his subordinates to lead the way to find it.
When we arrived at the dungeon, it was empty, and the smell of putrefaction and rust hit our nostrils.
Han Yiyun's heart felt cold as he looked at the empty scene in front of him.
I have been searching all this way, and there have been as many disappointments as there have been clues.
Han Yiyun simply didn't dare to think about whether something happened to Zhan Qingyue.
Seeing the disappointment on Han Yiyun's face, the soldiers all shrank back, for fear of offending the people in front of them.
"My lord, a living guard has been captured."
A burly soldier said this and slapped a man with half an arm in front of Han Yiyun.
The man obviously didn't expect that he would be caught after hiding so well, and he looked at the visitor with disbelief in his eyes.
Then he looked calm and made the decision to die generously.
"If you want to kill or behead me, please do as you please."
Hearing this, a pair of deep eyes in Han Yiyun's reddish eyes suddenly stared at him sharply.
"I won't kill you."
His cold tone was refreshing. The guard couldn't believe his ears and looked at Han Yiyun in disbelief.
But Han Yiyun took out a small portrait from his arms.
The person in the little portrait has picturesque features. Although she is not very beautiful, she is still a beauty.
"Her name is Zhan Qingyue. She was captured by your people a few days ago. Take a look. Have you ever seen her?"
The guard's eyes widened, he took the baby elephant with his good hand and looked at it carefully.
"It was her, the most courageous one among her group. The day after she arrived, she couldn't bear the humiliation and hit the wall and died. I wrapped her body in a straw mat and buried it in the back mountain."
When Han Yiyun heard this, his head was buzzing, his vision went dark and he almost lost his balance.
If someone else hadn't helped him, he would have fallen over.
"Sir, calm down. Don't believe his words. Although the county leader is a man of integrity and integrity, he will never be so stupid that he commits suicide because of his own thoughts."
Han Yiyun nodded, almost falling into someone else's trap in his anxiety.
He suppressed the grief on his face and looked at the one-armed guard with indifference.
"If you want to see someone alive, if you want to see a dead body, take us there."
"Sir, you have to think about it carefully. The person is indeed dead. It has been several days. If it is too ugly, you can't blame me."
Seeing that Han Yiyun's expression remained unchanged, the one-armed guard turned around and was pushed forward by the soldiers.
Unseen by everyone, a sly look flashed in his eyes.
After the soldiers dug up the hastily buried bones.
Everyone's eyes widened and they stared at the rotting bones without blinking. They were so surprised that they couldn't speak.
"My lord, my condolences."
A soldier whispered comfort.
Han Yiyun looked at the female corpse with red eyes. Neither the clothes nor the body shape looked like Zhan Qingyue.
"Sir, everything I said is true, she is the head of Zhan Qing Yue Zhan County."
Seeing that Han Yiyun remained silent, many people began to speak out to persuade him.
"My lord, I'm sorry, the person is dead..."
Han Yiyun shook his head without saying a word, and the atmosphere suddenly condensed.
Zhan Qingyue was wandering around the village. Ever since Prince Jing brought her to this small mountain village, she really couldn't get anywhere, and she always felt like everything she did was being watched.
Even when she wanders around the village, many people will greet her.
"Hello, madam."
Zhan Qingyue's face darkened and she came again.
She laughed dryly and walked away quickly. She didn't know whether these people had bad eyesight or bad brains. She was clearly dressed like a girl and insisted on calling her Madam.
Not far away, I heard a voice whisper: "Go back quickly and report to His Highness that the Madam is here with us."
Zhan Qingyue was stunned, and followed the sound, and sure enough he saw a burly farmer walking past carrying a thick piece of wood.
Zhan Qingyue's dark eyes flashed slightly, and she quickly looked at the other villagers, carrying heavy bags of food without even taking a break.
To say that there is nothing fishy about this group of people, Zhan Qingyue would not believe it.
Maybe the whole village is filled with Prince Jing’s people.
Zhan Qingyue was so shocked by her guess that she took a breath of cold air.
She hurried back to the courtyard where she lived, and saw Prince Jing, who lived in the same courtyard, leisurely wearing a long gown and picking vegetables.
In Zhan Qingyue's opinion, that good-looking profile face was not attractive at all, but rather a bit nondescript.
"Yueyue is back."
Listening to his clichéd questions, Zhan Qingyue thought it was a weasel paying New Year greetings to a chicken, but there was nothing she could do.
"I've run out of herbs. There are a lot of mosquitoes here. I'm going up to the mountain to pick some herbs. If you're worried, come with me."
Prince Jing raised his eyebrows and made a move in his heart. He wanted to go with him, but wasn't this what Sima Zhao wanted?
Prince Jing sat back firmly again.
"The back mountain is not far away. Just go there by yourself. If something happens, just shout and the village will hear you."
The whole village is composed of his own people, so it is impossible for Zhan Qingyue to run away.
Zhan Qingyue snorted arrogantly, picked up the small bamboo basket and went up the mountain.
She looked around defensively, taking the opportunity to observe the terrain.
Seeing that no one from Prince Jing was following him, he quickly turned his mind into the space.
However, there is not even a single thing in the space that can communicate.
In this ancient world where spreading news depends on running a blind horse, it is really inconvenient everywhere.
Zhan Qingyue sighed and used some favorability points to exchange for a homing pigeon from the space.
"Hey, dear, you must find Brother Han. I'm waiting for him to save me."
Zhan Qingyue hurriedly wrote the letter and released the carrier pigeon.
Han Yiyun was riding his tall horse dejectedly, with a confused look on his face, when suddenly a homing pigeon flew to his shoulder and stopped.
Just when he was surprised, he suddenly saw some Arabic numerals written by Qingyue on the pigeon's leg. He hurriedly took off the letter from the pigeon's leg.
Han Yiyun was shocked, but without showing any emotion on his face, he returned to his temporary residence and quickly sent someone to deliver the news to King Cheng, asking him to help investigate the purpose of King Jing's trip.
On the other side, he pretends to be sad and gets drunk and acts all day long.
Until everyone around them relaxed their vigilance, took the horse out at night, and ran towards the small mountain village Zhan Qingyue mentioned.
His face was full of expectations, and there was finally a little smile on his face that had been gloomy for a long time.
