"Then take it down."

Zhao Ding waved his hands expressionlessly.

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Niu Budou picked up the collar of the middle-aged man holding Zhao Ding's thigh and dragged him out of the house.

Qi Quanquan struggled fiercely, crying while struggling: "Your Majesty, please spare my life. Your Majesty, for the sake of serving you for many years, please spare me once. I will never dare to do it again."

While speaking, he plucked Niu Budou's big hand with both hands, trying to free himself from Niu Budou's hand.

However, Niu Budou held him down tightly and continued to drag him outside.

Seeing this scene, everyone present felt their hearts tremble again.

Not long after, screams were heard outside Prince Yan's palace.

Listening to the constant screams, in the room, the captured assassins looked at Zhao Ding with horrified expressions.

Zhao Ding laughed, looked at the people and asked, "Can we chat now?"

"Yes, yes, yes, my lord, it will be whatever you say."

At this moment, these assassins no longer had the toughness they had before, and each one looked at Zhao Ding eagerly.

"Who sent you here, Liu Sanyuan or Chen Quan?"

Zhao Ding looked at the assassins present with a cold voice.

Liu Sanyuan, Chen Quan and Wen Liang were generally the guards guarding the Nanchen border.

The only difference is that Wenliang is the main one, and the two of them are secondary.

Now Wen Liang is arrested.

The 10,000-strong armored battalion under his command was once again beaten by him.

With such a big thing happening, Liu Sanyuan and Chen Quannan naturally wanted to take revenge as General Chen.

"Yes... Wen... Wen Ziheng."

The man stammered in reply.

"Wen Ziheng?"

Zhao Ding was startled when he heard this, then smiled and said: "Interesting, it's really interesting."

Zhao Ding held his chin and walked around the room.

Then Zhang San looked outside the door and shouted: "Go and bring Wen Liang over."

As Zhao Ding finished speaking, Zhang San and his men quickly ran towards the dungeon of the palace. Not long after, Wen Liang appeared in prison uniform and was brought to Zhao Ding by Zhang San.

Compared with the embarrassment of that day, the gentleness at this moment seems to have returned to his usual elegant and calm appearance.

Look at Zhao Ding sitting in the room.

There were many assassins who were being suppressed beside him.

Wen Liang sneered and looked at Zhao Ding: "Zhao Ding, if you have the guts, I'll kill you..."

However, before Wen Liang could finish speaking, Zhang San kicked Wen Liang on the knee: "Kneel down!"

Caught off guard, Wen Liang suddenly fell to his knees on the ground.

But he quickly raised his head again, still looking at Zhao Ding with an unruly expression.

"Is it him?"

Zhao Ding raised his chin and asked the assassins on the side.

"It's him."

The leading assassin immediately stuttered in reply.

"What am I?"

Wen Liang looked at Zhao Ding with a puzzled look.

Zhao Ding smiled and shook his head: "You don't need to know why."

After speaking, he looked at the guard next to Zhang San and shouted: "Give me the knife."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The assassin immediately responded respectfully, and then respectfully handed the sword in his hand to Zhao Ding.

A buzzing sound.

A crisp buzzing sound sounded.

Under the pale moonlight, a cold light reflected from the long knife.

His fingertips traced the blade bit by bit, and then he directly raised Wen Liang's chin. Zhao Ding pointed at the assassins next to him and looked at Wen Liang with a smile: "See, these are all people who want to save you.

What do you think I should do?"

"The person who saved me?"

Wen Liang was startled when he heard this, and subconsciously looked at these assassins.

But the long knife in Zhao Ding's hand had already stabbed Wen Liang's knee directly.

Plop!

A low muffled sound came.

The saber in Zhao Ding's hand stabbed directly into Wen Liang's thigh.

The severe pain made Wen Liang tremble all over.

Almost immediately, he screamed loudly.

"Zhao Ding, if you dare to touch the Crown Prince, the Duke will never let you go if he knows about it."

Among the assassins, one of them immediately stood up and looked at Zhao Ding eagerly.

"Kill!"

Zhao Ding looked at the man, then pulled out with one hand, and the long knife that had penetrated Wen Liang's thigh was immediately withdrawn.

A stream of blood arrows spurted out almost instantly.

At this moment, he pulled out a slender dagger directly from his sleeve and swiped it along the man's neck.

Another stream of blood arrows came out.

The assassin who spoke for Wen Liang suddenly fell limply to the ground.

Dripping blood gushed out from the man's neck, instantly staining the ground red.

"Who else wants to say, stand up and let me see what you say?"

Zhao Ding glanced at the few remaining assassins with cold eyes.

Under Zhao Ding's eyes that contained strong murderous intent, one or two assassins who originally wanted to speak for Wen Liang suddenly lowered their heads in fear.

Everyone looked at Zhao Ding with no breath.

Wen Liang was still enduring the severe pain.

Zhao Ding knelt down, grabbed Wen Liang's collar and lifted him up. He looked at Wen Liang with a cold voice: "It's not that I want to kill you, nor that I want to torture you, but your father won't let me go."

Ah, I gave him a chance, but he couldn't grasp it himself and sent someone to kill me.

I have no choice but to help him."

"My dad?"

As soon as these words came out, Wen Liang's face was startled and he hurriedly looked at the assassins.

But before he could speak, the saber in Zhao Ding's hand struck directly at Wen Liang again.

There was a pop.

There was an explosion of blood.

Wen Liang's right arm was broken at shoulder level.

The bright red blood dyed the clothes in front of Wen Liang red almost instantly.

Under intense pain.

Wen Liang's figure couldn't stop trembling.

There was no trace of unruliness in his eyes anymore, and he looked at Zhao Ding crying: "Don't kill me, don't kill me, as long as you don't kill me, everything will be fine. My uncle is the emperor of Nanchen Dynasty, as long as you don't kill me, you can count me down."

My father won’t save me, but my uncle will definitely save me.”

Wen Liang cried and looked at Zhao Ding.

"It's useless. Even if your uncle is my father, it's useless."

Zhao Ding spoke coldly.
To be continued...