"Yinyin...King Yin...His Royal Highness..."
The Lord of Dabai City spoke in a trembling voice. His heart was filled with shock and fear. He trembled and wanted to get up, but his buttocks seemed to be welded to the wooden chair at this moment.
His body couldn't help but tremble, but he couldn't actively use any strength.
"See His Majesty King Yin!" Manager Lin said it quickly, then he fell to his knees with a thud, knocked his head hard on the ground, and no longer had the courage to raise his head.
He couldn't understand how King Yin escaped the encirclement and suppression.
He even couldn't understand why King Yin didn't go to find trouble with the nine county governors behind the scenes now that the matter was exposed, but instead came to Dabaic City first?
"His Royal Highness King Yin." The old Confucian master was so frightened that he trembled and knelt down.
Didn't Senior Chiyangzi take action?
Since encirclement and suppression were chosen, it was taboo to let the tiger return to the mountain. What happened to allow King Yin to escape?
Is it possible that as the city lord worried, King Yin brought a large number of strong men with him for his private visit in private, and these strong men have been hiding in secret to protect King Yin?
"What's going on with the disaster relief?" Zhao Wujiang's tone was gentle, without any trace of anger.
He wanted to find out if there were any other secrets behind the corruption.
"Huh?" The Lord of Dabai City was stunned. King Yin didn't seem to blame them.
Does King Yin not care about the life and death of ordinary people at all?
Is the Lingshi disaster relief just a means proposed by King Yin in the court to get more attention and favor?
Yes, Prince Yin is the fourth prince of the Immortal Dynasty of the Great Zhou Dynasty. He is usually aloof and aloof. How could he really care about the life and death of those ants?
Were we wrong from the beginning? Could it be that everyone explained clearly during this siege, so King Yin returned safely without any anger?
"I'm just following the arrangements from above..." The Lord of Dabai City smiled flatteringly, nodded and bowed, and put the responsibility aside first. This is the safest approach at the moment.
"Do you know why you did this?" Zhao Wujiang asked again, expressionless.
"This... villain, how do you know this?" City Lord Ou Yuan lowered his head:
"There are arrangements from above, and there are naturally reasons from above. You shouldn't ask, and villains won't ask."
"Well, I understand." The wind and snow in Zhao Wujiang's hand kept spinning, and he briefly summarized:
"In other words, you know the truth, but you don't know the secret."
"Yes...yes..." City Lord Ou Yuan nodded flatteringly, and Manager Lin also smiled apologetically.
Zhao Wujiang clenched his fist lightly, and the wind and snow filled the entire study room again. He said calmly:
"Then go to hell."
"Ah?" The city lord of Dabai City and the old Confucian Master Lin Guanshi raised their heads in confusion at the same time.
The next moment, their doubts were frozen on their faces, and the wind and snow poured into his eyes, ears, mouth and nose.
In the blink of an eye, there were three more ice sculptures in the room and three less living people.
Zhao Wujiang turned around and pushed open the door. His eyebrows were as cold as frost. The three ice sculptures in the room shattered with a bang, breaking into blood-red ice shards all over the floor.
Zhao Wujiang felt the spiritual energy and came to the house where the spiritual stones were stacked.
He noticed at a glance the spiritual stones piled up like a hill.
These spiritual stones are just the tip of the iceberg. They are presumably one of the rewards that the Lord of Dabai City gets for assisting in corruption.
He glanced at the five scantily clad women in the room who were looking at him with fear and confusion.
These five women probably regarded him as a guest in the house and did not show any signs of panic.
He said calmly:
"Do you know where this spirit stone came from?"
Among the five women, a charming and beautiful woman who was the oldest but was exceptionally well-maintained stretched out her hand to comfort some of the other sisters. She took a step forward, bowed, and said with a gentle smile:
"Sir, these are brought back by the master, they should be salary..."
Zhao Wujiang did not refute the beautiful woman's words, but asked along the way:
"Then where does your master's salary come from?"
"From the imperial court." A pretty woman muttered.
"Coming from the common people of Li, they are all supported by the people." Zhao Wujiang put his hands behind his back and spoke coldly, as if he had come across thousands of miles of wind and snow.
