The more King Jin talked, the angrier he became.
During this period of time, he was afraid that Zhou An was stubborn and refused to return to the capital. He was still regretting that he only sent Jiachu there. He should have sent two more people. If Zhou An refused to return to the capital, he would directly beat him unconscious and tie him up. Drag it back.
There is no need to wait for the tobacco seeds to arrive in the capital for the past month and worry about when Zhou An will return.
He was also worried that Zhou An would come back too late. After Zhou Jingxian's tobacco seeds were delivered to the capital, King Kang used Zhou Jingxian's relationship to contact Ning Wuchang privately and asked Ning Wuchang to help him grow tobacco.
I was going to wait for Zhou An to come back, so I immediately forced Zhou An to write a handwritten letter and send it to Jinling to apologize to Ning Wuyan.
At this time, when he saw that Jia Chu had returned, but Zhou An did not come back with him, he laughed angrily.
"What's the matter, that traitor has gone out for a spin, his wings have become stiff, and he has stopped seeing me if he doesn't want to see me? Jiachu, I asked you to bring the person back. If you don't bring him to me, it won't be considered as bringing him back. Go and bring that traitor to me. If he doesn’t want to come, I’ll knock him unconscious and drag him over!”
Jiachu, who was kneeling on the ground, felt complicated after hearing King Jin's words.
He opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't stop coughing.
At this time, King Jin finally discovered that Jiachu seemed to be unwell. He also looked ten kilograms lighter than before leaving the capital, and his clothes seemed to be hanging empty on his body...
"Your Majesty."
Jiachu pulled off the scarf covering his face, revealing a pale face, which shocked King Jin.
"Jiachu, what's wrong with your dead face? Are you sick? Or injured?"
In the ten years since Jia Chu became the leader of his secret guards, he had never seen Jia Chu in such a miserable state.
Thinking of this, King Jin couldn't help but get furious: "Did that traitor Zhou An hurt you?"
"No...ahem...I was injured by Hua Yi."
who? Huayi?
oh. Huayi.
The King of Jin thought that after Hua Yi retired and returned to his hometown, he also went to Jiangnan Road. He should have returned to his hometown of Jinling. It was indeed possible to meet him in Jiachu.
But he thought of the friendship between Prince Jin and Hua Yi, and frowned: "Why were you still injured by Master Hua? Did that boy Zhou An provoke Master Hua?"
"No...ahem..."
King Jin felt relieved when he heard Jiachu's rebuttal, but seeing that he kept coughing, he sounded worried and a little impatient, so he quickly called the servants outside to find the doctor in the mansion to treat his injuries.
Then, he personally poured a cup of tea for the hard-working secret guard leader.
"Thank you...ahem..."
"Speak less."
The implication was that Jia Chu was focused on the key points.
After King Jin put on the teacup, he looked outside again.
"Did Zhou An go to his courtyard? Come, call the young Marquis. I want to ask him what trouble he got into in Jinling!"
The guard standing outside the door looked blankly at Jiachu, who was still pouring tea into his mouth. The two-foot-long monk was confused.
When did the young marquis return to the palace?
Why didn't they hear about it?
"Ahem!"
Jia Chu wanted to speak, but was choked and coughed again. Seeing that King Jin still wanted to hold the young prince accountable, he smiled bitterly and said: "Your Majesty, there is no need to call the young prince, he is here."
"He's here? Where is he?"
Prince Jin blurted out a question subconsciously.
Then Jiachu reached out from his arms and took out an oil paper bag.
King Jin looked at the oiled paper bag suspiciously. Just when he thought it might be Jiachu's medicine for his wounds, he was still thinking that Jiachu started to apply medicine in the middle of his words, which was unsightly and unruly.
When Jiachu opened the oiled paper bag with trembling hands, revealing the dark gray ashes inside and a small fragment of a broken finger bone inside, King Jin's pupils shrank suddenly.
He shouted: "Jiachu, what are you doing?"
If the ashes are used as medicine for wounds, does it hurt the inside or the brain?
"Prince Lao, please close the door first. This matter... must not be spread outside."
Jiachu's sad expression made King Jin's heart skip a beat.
Looking at the charred finger bones that were burnt black and gray, an ominous premonition suddenly surged in his heart.
If Zhou An was not brought back in Jiachu, could it be that Zhou An caused a murder in Jinling?
The owner of this phalanx was killed by Zhou An?
If so, he should have gotten the news long ago.
King Jin knew that Jiachu would never be innocent. With doubts in mind, he closed the door and helped Jiachu sit on a chair.
"Thank you, Your Majesty."
As soon as Jiachu sat down, he held the cloth bag in his hand and handed it to King Jin.
This made King Jin suddenly feel very unlucky and felt that he was doing something unnecessary. If he had known that Jia Chu was touching his nose and face and wanted him to help pick up the ashes after sitting down, he should have let Jia Chu continue to kneel on the ground.
"Jiachu, although I have many lives in my hands, it is not appropriate to hold these ashes in person. I see that you value it so much, so just keep it for yourself."
King Jin's tone was a bit unkind.
Jiachu immediately heard that Prince Jin was angry. He originally wanted to tell the prince slowly what happened to the young marquis.
At this time, in order to prevent King Jin from being angry again and knocking the ashes to the ground with a slap, he had no choice but to tell the truth directly.
"Your Majesty, these are the ashes of the young Marquis."
"..."
King Jin was stunned again and looked at Jiachu in disbelief.
"Tell me again, whose ashes are these?"
In the early days of Jia Chu, he really hurt his brain and went crazy.
How dare he say that the handful of ashes in the oil paper bag belonged to his son?
absurd!
Absolutely ridiculous!
"Your Majesty, I know it is hard for you to accept the sudden bad news, but I dare to swear on my life that I am not crazy, and I am not wrong. These are the ashes of the young Marquis. The young Marquis... is dead."
"impossible!"
Prince Jin blurted out, slapped his hand on the table, and shouted loudly.
"An'er is a prince personally named by his father and a descendant of the royal family. He is the only one who can kill people. How can others kill him? He is burned to ashes even after he dies? Who dares to be so bold? This is Do you want to rebel or destroy the Nine Clans?!"
King Jin's loud roar made Jiachu look outside the door.
"What are you looking at, Jia Chu, if you hadn't been the leader of the secret guards and had never done anything wrong in these years, I would never have entrusted you with such an important task. Now you dare to tease me with the news of An'er's death and say, "Yes" Didn’t that traitor instruct you to do this?”
"I am the one who is in charge of Prince Jin's Mansion. Did he force you to do this because of his life or the life of your family? Tell me where he is. I will find him and beat him until he can't get out of bed for half a year!"
Being able to do such a thing as cursing yourself to death is simply crazy!
King Jin was furious, but he saw that Jiachu's eyes were red, and he didn't have any panic about being exposed. He still had the same sad expression. Even if he didn't take the handful of ashes, Jiachu still held them respectfully with both hands.
Looking at the phalanx again, a strange feeling surged into my heart.
That sense of bewilderment and panic made Prince Jin's voice tremble.
"Jiachu, what you said...is true?"
