The system takes the poor cub to find his father

"Fu Ling, why are you still standing there? Hurry up and save our little prince!"

Du Jun looked at the transparent strange energies that seemed to be able to condense into substance at any time, and he was filled with worry.

He turned to look at Fu Ling beside him, only to see that he had a complicated expression on his face. He just watched quietly without taking any action. A nameless anger suddenly rose from the bottom of his heart, and he couldn't help but yell loudly.

In Du Jun's mind, this is the only prince of Dayu and the hope for the future of the entire country, and there must not be any mistakes.

When he thought of the little prince still suspended in the air, surrounded by that strange power, he became extremely anxious, rolled up his sleeves, closed his eyes and rushed forward. Even if he had to risk his life, he had to save the little prince.

"Prime Minister Du, I'll go with you!" Li Defu on the side was equally anxious. He threw the whisk in his hand aside, pulled off the hat on his head, gritted his teeth and shouted, then prepared to rush forward with Du Jun.

However, the two men, who were over fifty years old in total, had just taken a step when they felt a strong force coming from their necks, stopping them in the next second. They turned around with bewildered faces and met Fu Ling's helpless and indescribable gaze.

Seeing Fu Ling blocking his way, Du Jun was so angry that he jumped up and down, and the anger on his face was obvious. Even Li Defu, who was always calm, showed a trace of dissatisfaction with Fu Ling.

"Fu Ling, what are you doing? That's the little prince. Why are you stopping us if you don't want to save him?" Du Jun asked angrily, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.

"That's right! Master Imperial Master, the young prince must have fallen into some kind of witch magic. We must not let them succeed." Li Defu also echoed from the side, his face full of anxiety.

Fu Ling looked at these two reckless people. At this moment, they no longer had the usual calmness of the Prime Minister and the tactfulness of the Grand Chamberlain. They were completely overwhelmed by anxiety.

He sighed helplessly, threw the two aside, glanced at them with disdain, and said unhappily:

"What do you know? Just rush forward. Okay, stop playing tricks, the little prince is fine."

In fact, as ordinary people, Li Defu and Du Jun might not be able to see it, but Fu Ling could clearly sense the spiritual power surrounding the little cub, which was so rich that it was almost overflowing. The spiritual power was so abundant that it was rare in the world, and every strand contained powerful power.

Fu Ling looked at the little cub, his eyes became more complicated. He couldn't help but think to himself,

What was the identity of this little prince in his family before?

There is the mysterious Patriarch of the Bai Family, whose attitude towards the little prince is very special. Fu Ling can feel that the spiritual power surrounding the little prince here is similar to the spiritual power he just sensed from Bai Lian, but there are subtle differences.

The spiritual power of the Patriarch of the Bai Family was fierce and murderous, full of aggression, like a sharp blade drawn from its sheath; while the spiritual power surrounding the young prince was gentle and pleasant, like a spring breeze that made people feel relaxed physically and mentally. After just a short while here, Fu Ling felt that his stagnant state seemed to have some signs of loosening.

This powerful spiritual power was too tempting for a cultivator like him, just like someone who had been walking in the desert for a long time seeing a clear spring.

But he knew very well that if he had any improper thoughts about the little prince, the consequences would be disastrous. He tried his best to suppress the desire in his heart, turned around and rushed out of the little prince's room. He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would really do something irreversible.

When he left, he also dragged out the two "lively treasures" Du Jun and Li Defu.

"Hey! Fu Ling, stop pulling me. You haven't explained it to me clearly yet. What exactly do you mean by that?"

Du Jun struggled to get up from the ground, patting the dust off his body while complaining. Fu Ling had just thrown them to the ground without a word, and his butt was still hurting badly. If he hadn't cared about his status and image, he really wanted to reach out and rub it.

Li Defu, who was standing by, also grimaced in pain. He silently got up from the ground and limped to the side. As a person who got to the position of general manager by observing people's expressions, Li Defu finally realized that something seemed to be wrong.

He thought about it carefully and found that although His Majesty was very worried later, he did not take any further actions. Perhaps it was really as the Imperial Master said, this incident might not be a bad thing for the little prince.

After realizing this, Li Defu straightened his wrinkled clothes and his face returned to its usual calm expression.

Fu Ling noticed the change in Li Defu's expression. He raised his eyebrows slightly and thought to himself, it seems that this old man has also discovered the clues. Looking at Du Jun who was still crying in pain, Fu Ling's face was full of black lines, and he said helplessly:

"Alright, stop howling. The noise here must have alerted the people outside. Why don't you send someone to deal with it as soon as possible? If you are a step slower, rumors will ruin your little prince."

Since the establishment of the State of Yu, Ming Yunqi issued an order prohibiting witches from using their own abilities to retaliate or harm others. Once discovered, they would be killed without mercy.

However, when this decree was passed down from the central government to the local government, local officials, in order to guess the intention of the superiors, learned that Ming Yunqi hated the witch tribe, and the originally neutral decree changed its meaning, becoming a ban on the subjects of Dayu from practicing witchcraft. Once discovered or reported by someone, if confirmed to be true, not only will the person be severely punished, but the entire tribe will also be implicated. The reporter can receive a reward of ten taels of gold.

For an ordinary family, this is a considerable amount of wealth, enough for them to live for two or three years, and even to make some minor repairs to their houses.

Therefore, in the beginning, some remnants of the witch clan were indeed captured because of reports from civilians, but many people were also slandered.

Fu Ling raised his head and looked at the Ming mansion outside, which was shrouded in a strange light, and thought to himself that something was wrong.

This light is so dazzling that I am afraid that everyone in Qingzhou City has seen the strange phenomenon here. If someone uses this strange phenomenon to attack their little prince, the consequences will be disastrous.

Before Fu Ling could finish his words, Du Jun had already understood the unspoken meaning of his words. His face instantly became solemn, and there was a cold look in his eyes.

"Oh! Under my nose, I wonder who dares to slander our little prince. Do you think this Prime Minister is a dead man?"

Du Jun snorted coldly, then gave a loud order:

"The Imperial Guards will follow my command. Bring your men with me to guard the gate and do not allow anyone to enter the palace and disturb His Majesty. Also, send people to keep an eye on the downtown area of ​​Qingzhou City. If you see anyone spreading malicious rumors, arrest that person. If the other party resists, you can deal with it secretly without affecting passers-by."

"Yes, sir!" The soldiers responded in unison. Du Jun held the tiger talisman that Ming Yunqi had given him to mobilize the surrounding troops.

At this moment, he has enough power and ability to protect the safety and reputation of the little prince.