Inside the Xi Zheng Palace, it is as warm as spring.
The beating firelight made the sound of crackling candle wicks from time to time, but it did not prevent Li Chen and Sanbao from talking in the Xi Zheng Hall.
"How many have been caught?"
After Li Chen sat down, he asked straight to the point.
Sanbao hurriedly replied: "In this search, a total of three assassins were found. One of them was killed for resisting, and the other two were injured and captured alive after being surrounded by Jin Yiwei and Yulinwei."
"Only three?"
Li Chenyi frowned and said, "Are the saint and the old woman among them?"
Sanbao said with shame: "Reporting to Your Highness, there is no news yet."
Li Chen's face turned cold, but he didn't say anything.
Sometimes, the advantage of silence is not limited to the emotional relationship between men and women. In the power field, the silence of the superior can often put greater pressure on the subordinates.
As expected, Sanbao sensed the pressure and dissatisfaction from His Highness, and he immediately said: "Your Highness, please give me some more time. The entrances to the major cities and the places where you may enter and leave the capital are all guarded by the top masters of Dongchang, just one
Even if flies can't fly out, these two people must still be in the capital, and as long as they are in the capital, my servant will dig up the ground to find these two people."
Li Chen withdrew his gaze, stood up and said calmly: "Let's go, I want to personally interrogate these two assassins."
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince personally interrogated the assassin, and neither Sanbao nor Dongchang dared to neglect it.
At this time, naturally His Highness could not be sent to Dongchang to be imprisoned. Sanbao immediately went back to Dongchang himself and brought these two people to the East Palace.
Half an hour later, just outside the Xi Zheng Palace, Li Chen sat on the chair brought by Sanbao, wearing a ferret cloak and holding a purple gold and copper hand warmer. He looked at the square, holding the snowflakes on his head and being carried by the Jin Yiwei as if he was carrying garbage.
Two people were brought up in the same manner.
One is tall, one is short, one is fat and one is thin.
It was the strange pair who took action in the first place, and they were also the culprits who hurt Wan Jiaojiao.
Only a few hours had passed, and their situations were completely different.
Li Chen is still Li Chen, the crown prince of the Qin Empire.
Sitting under the eaves of Xi Zheng Palace like stars over the moon, he is the most powerful person in the world.
But the fat and the skinny two people no longer had the aura of martial arts masters. Their bodies were covered in blood and their hair was disheveled. Their clothes were almost like rags, and they were thrown into the snow like two dead dogs.
"Your Highness, these two people have been picked apart by slaves and their hamstrings and hand muscles are like useless dogs." Sanbao said in Li Chen's ear.
Li Chen gave Sanbao an appreciative look, stood up and stepped on the snow, walked down the steps step by step, and approached the two of them.
Hearing the noise, the short, fat man reluctantly raised his head. One of his eyes was blinded by an arrow, and his entire face was covered with blood and pulp after his eyeballs exploded. He looked as terrifying as a ghost.
"Prince Dog! I just regret that I didn't kill you with a knife!"
Knowing that he was going to die, the fat man yelled crazily and laughed wildly: "But it's worth it. I'm afraid that knife made you wet your pants, right? Hahahaha!"
The boots with golden threads stepped on the snow and landed in front of the fat man who was laughing wildly.
Then a boot was lifted up, fell suddenly, and stepped heavily on the fat man's head, pushing his raised head back to the ground.
"What qualifications do you have to look at me?"
The wound burst open, and the blood gushed out and instantly stained the surrounding white snow red. As Li Chen's feet crushed, the fat man let out a heartbreaking scream. The white snow was dyed from white to red, and then mixed with the soil on the ground to turn black and red.
The lump of filth was rubbed back into his wound bit by bit.
