Next to Prince Ning, the personal guards were once again ready to move because of Wu Qingcang's words.
But this time, King Ning raised his hand to stop them.
"I will go with you."
Prince Ning said calmly: "But to tie me up here is just your own whim."
Wu Qingcang said calmly: "I will not dare to disobey His Highness's orders."
Prince Ning was a little angry.
But at this time, Wu Qingcang had already tied Prince Ning's hands and wrists with hemp ropes.
Prince Ning's eyes turned cold, and the guards around him were about to riot again.
"Everyone stop!"
Prince Ning gritted his teeth and said coldly: "Okay, very good."
"I will tie you up, so what can I do?"
"But what happened today cannot be overcome."
"Don't forget that those who offend me will never end well. The hundreds of thousands of defeated soldiers at Crescent Moon Pass may not necessarily be able to protect you."
Wu Qingcang didn't seem to hear a single glance. He raised his hand sideways and said loudly: "Please move, Prince Ning!"
Prince Ning's eyelids twitched, he snorted coldly, did not look at Wu Qingcang, and ordered: "Change the route and go directly to Yueyang Pass."
Judging from what he meant, it was obvious that he wanted to take these more than 3,000 soldiers with him.
Wu Qingcang did not stop him.
Obviously he also knew very well that Prince Ning had a bottom line.
What's more important is that these three thousand people can't make any waves when they arrive at Crescent Pass.
Half an hour later, the main palace of Yueyanguan City.
A courtyard has been arranged as a mourning hall.
On the memorial tablet in the mourning hall, there are clearly written the words "Dead Wife Caihe".
In the middle of the mourning hall, there was a coffin without a lid. Lying in the coffin was Caihe, who had been dressed up and looked as peaceful as if she was sleeping.
Zhou Changshou wore sackcloth and mourned as a husband, with a sad look on his face.
In the end, Caihe still exchanged his own life for Zhou Changshou's recognition.
It's just that this person has passed away, everything is a memory and can never be returned.
Li Chen stood in front of Zhou Changshou and said softly: "My condolences."
Zhou Changshou's eyes moved, and he bent slightly to Li Chen and said, "Your Highness, I understand too late. Only after losing it do I know how to cherish it."
Hearing this, Wan Jiaojiao at the door had already burst into tears.
Li Chen said warmly: "Those who are alive will eventually have to continue their lives."
Just after he finished speaking, Prince Ning arrived outside the door.
Hearing the announcement coming from outside and the footsteps of Prince Ning entering the mourning hall, Li Chen turned his head and looked at Prince Ning with an expressionless face.
His eyes fell on Prince Ning's bound hands, and Li Chen had a higher opinion of Wu Qingcang's ability.
Although he gave the order, Prince Ning is Prince Ning after all, and the tiger's butt cannot be touched, not to mention that Wu Qingcang also tied up the largest tiger in the northwest.
Wu Qingcang's methods are evident.
Prince Ning noticed Li Chen's gaze. He smiled faintly and pulled his hands away. He only heard two muffled sounds, and the hemp rope in his hands had broken inch by inch.
He turned his head, looked at the tablet, and sneered: "My deceased wife picked up the lotus? I remember that picking up the lotus is a broken shoe that I got tired of playing with. Now that I am here, whose dead wife has she become?"
These words pierced Zhou Changshou's heart like a needle.
He raised his head suddenly, his eyes were glowing with blood, and he gritted his teeth and growled: "Li Zaidao!!!"
Li Zaidao is the name of King Ning.
When he first heard the name, Prince Ning was stunned for a moment.
Because no one has dared to call his name for I don’t know how many years.
After being stunned, Prince Ning's face darkened and he scolded: "How brave, how dare you call me by my name? If someone comes, I'll cut him off!"
