After the mistress of the Marquis' Mansion was reborn, she divorced and married the prince!

Song Yanzhou entered the tent and bowed before the emperor.

"Why did you listen to Jingyou and let the two grandsons sneak into the camp?" the emperor asked in a deep voice, seeming very dissatisfied with the fact that he obeyed his nephew so much.

Song Yanzhou looked calm and unhurried, "Your Majesty, I think what Jingyou said makes sense. Don't think they are just children. They may be able to observe things that adults may not be able to observe."

"After all, children are sensitive and can sense who likes them and who hates them."

"Do you also suspect that the assassin is related to someone in the camp?" The emperor's voice became even colder.

Song Yanzhou, "I have always made bold guesses and carefully verified them. A total of twenty assassins were found in the hunting grounds and forests, seventeen of whom were dead, leaving only three alive."

The emperor closed his eyes and sighed, "The people in the camp are all our own people. If I were still here, I would dare to kill my brothers..."

"As soon as I close my eyes..."

The emperor didn't say anything else, but his expression looked very ugly.

He was old and no longer had much ambition. He only hoped to elect a benevolent and conservative monarch.

A king who can love the people, implement benevolent policies, and tolerate brothers and sisters.

"Xi Yuan said that he saw King Cheng smile." The emperor said suddenly.

Song Yanzhou was slightly stunned. "King Cheng? King Cheng has always been indifferent to disputes. The Queen of Cheng is even disliked by King Cheng because of her arrogant and domineering personality."

"He doesn't look like the kind of person who would kill his brothers, does he?"

Song Yanzhou knew about King Cheng’s meeting.

Moreover, he knew that the embarrassing incident at Princess Cheng's birthday party was prepared by King Cheng for his own sister.

It’s just that Prince Jing is an excellent martial artist and was well prepared.

Taking advantage of King Cheng's unpreparedness, he sneaked into his study, knocked him unconscious, and threw him and the servants into that room, causing King Cheng to suffer the consequences of his own actions.

But he would not say that in front of the emperor.

People like things that they infer by themselves, but if they are said by others, they will refute and doubt them.

Therefore, he would not say bad things about King Cheng.

The more he believed that King Cheng would not do this, the more the emperor would doubt King Cheng.

"Huh, you still don't think he looks like him?"

"Do you know how he dragged down Prince Jing and slandered Jingyou?"

"The means are not sophisticated, but the ambition is not small."

"Aren't there still three survivors? Interrogate them carefully for me! I want to know the answer within three hours!" The emperor looked at Song Yanzhou with a sullen face.

As the emperor had guessed, the seeds of doubt took root and sprouted once they were planted.

But the pressure was on him at the same time.

"Three hours?" Song Yanzhou looked embarrassed. "They are assassins. They have poison hidden on their bodies. If they fail in their mission, they will take the poison immediately."

"These three people were lucky enough to survive. It's hard to pry open their mouths..."

Song Yanzhou originally thought of taking these people back to the imperial prison and slowly forcing them to confess.

The imperial prison has many methods.

But the emperor looked at him coldly, "What use do I have for your embroidered clothes?"

"You are my eyes and ears, and the sword in my hand!"

"If these ears and eyes are not useful, and this knife is not sharp enough, what's the point of me keeping you around?!"

"Yes! I admit my guilt!" Song Yanzhou quickly knelt down on one knee.

"If you can't get the answer in three hours, you can resign and go home to retire." The emperor closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair.

"Yes!" Song Yanzhou bowed and left the tent.

The Embroidered Uniform Envoy brought him many rights and conveniences. What else could he do without the Embroidered Uniform Envoy?

It would be impossible for him to lead troops into battle again. If he couldn't even be an embroidered robe envoy, he would probably have to go home and retire.

Song Yanzhou smiled self-deprecatingly. It would take three hours to pry open the assassin's mouth... and make sure he was telling the truth.

In other words, even if the assassin confessed something, they would still send someone to verify it.

This all takes time.

Song Yanzhou strode towards the woods behind the camp.

Before he walked out of the camp, he met Song Mingli, who was holding Jingyou's hand and waiting for him.

Song Yanzhou quickly adjusted his expression and walked forward with a faint smile, "Jingyou, how are you, are you okay?"

He squatted down and pinched Jingyou's face.

Jingyou had already washed and changed his clothes, and was dressed neatly with a bright look in his eyes. Despite his young age, he possessed the aura of Prince Jing, who was intimidating without even getting angry.

If I hadn't taught him kung fu, he would have felt guilty as his uncle when he pinched his face just now.

"Uncle, I'm fine, but are you in trouble?"

Song Yanzhou was slightly stunned. He didn't say anything. How did Jingyou know?

He couldn't help but look up at Song Mingli.

"Did the assassin shot by Jingyou survive?" Song Mingli asked.

Song Yanzhou was shocked, it's true!

The three who survived were all shot by Jingyou.

"My arrows are poisonous, but not lethal. They will temporarily lose consciousness."

"This way you will have a chance to search for poison on them and prevent them from committing suicide."

Song Yanzhou couldn't help but twitch his lips, "I see."

He was responsible for escorting Jingyou and Chu Xiyuan back to the camp. The assassin was captured by others, and he didn't know the specific situation.

"It seems that Jingyou also helped my uncle! So what do you think? My uncle is in trouble?" Song Yanzhou asked in a low voice.

"Grandpa Emperor will definitely ask you to interrogate the origins of those assassins, right?" Jingyou also whispered.

Song Yanzhou was startled again and he looked at Song Mingli.

"He guessed it himself. I didn't teach him." Song Mingli explained.

"Yes, they are assassins, and it's not easy to pry open the mouths of assassins." Song Yanzhou didn't want to say too much. He raised his hand and touched Jingyou's head lovingly, "Uncle has a way."

"I also have a way. Uncle, would you like to hear my idea?" Jingyou's clear eyes were filled with determination and eagerness to try.

Song Yanzhou shouldn't have wasted any more time, as he didn't have much time to begin with.

But for some unknown reason, he squatted down and said, "Let me hear which of our methods is better?"

"Direct questioning is a stupid method. It is inefficient and prone to errors. If you are fooled, you can't afford to lose."

Jingyou shook his head, as if he knew a lot.

Song Yanzhou originally felt heavy in his heart, but was amused by his appearance.

"Then tell me, what is not a stupid way?"

"Send them to the imperial prison!" Jingyou said.

Song Yanzhou didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He was so naive. How could he think that Jingyou, such a little kid, could really come up with a good idea.

Before he could get up, Jingyou leaned over to his ear and whispered something for a while.

Song Yanzhou looked at Jingyou in astonishment, "Who taught you this? Your mother...it can't be her, she can't think of this trick. Is it Prince Jing?"

The despised Song Mingli couldn't help but roll his eyes.

She would never tell her elder brother that this idea was all Jingyou's own idea, and Chu Yanchen was just forced by Jingyou to help.

"Don't worry about who came up with it, uncle just says it, okay?"

"Okay! Uncle will listen to you and send them to the Imperial Prison!"

Night falls.

A low-key and simple carriage quietly left the camp and galloped all the way towards Kyoto.

There were three men in black who were tied up and gagged in the carriage.

There were three people riding horses in front and behind the carriage, always on high alert.

Song Yanzhou personally drove the car to escort the assassin. He was alert to the movements around him and was always on guard against arrows shot from the dark.

"They really have captured someone alive and are going to send him back to the Imperial Prison." Someone was secretly keeping an eye on Song Yanzhou and his group.

"Go! Leave no one alive!"