Take charge of Ascension

Chapter 237 The Royal Family
Feeling uneasy, Zhao Ji and Luo Qingyun walked into Yunkeju. The imagined scene of corpses strewn all over the field did not happen, and there was not even a trace of a fight.

In the past, as soon as he entered Yunkeju, Zhao Ji could feel the prying eyes. He knew that it was the warning set by the envoys.

This time, Zhao Ji clearly did not notice the existence of any secret whistle.

It is true that there are quite a few masters in the envoys, more than half of the thirty or so people are innate warriors, but all of them are in the early and middle stages of innateness, if they are hidden aside, it is impossible for Zhao Ji not to notice.

As for the innate late-stage expert that may exist in the mission, it is absolutely impossible to serve as a secret sentinel.

Thus, Zhao Ji realized that something must have happened that he didn't understand.

"Since the guests are here, please come in."

A peaceful voice sounded beside his ears, it sounded plain and indifferent, but Zhao Ji felt great majesty from it.

Different from the majesty of secular power, this is a kind of majesty in martial arts. This person must be a master.

"walk into."

Facing Luo Qingyun's questioning gaze, Zhao Ji nodded.

Yunkeju is an extremely spacious mansion, and the buildings inside are in order. The place where the envoys live is the largest courtyard inside.

Walking into the yard and into the living room, I found that there were quite a few people here. It can be said that there were many masters in the room. Qin Fangxiu was sitting in the first seat at the bottom, and the main seat above was occupied by two people he didn't know.

The two people on the main seat are a middle-aged man and a young man. Their faces are three or four points similar. There should be some relationship between them.

The middle-aged man was obviously filled with a strong scholarly atmosphere, for some reason, Zhao Ji dared to conclude that he must be a master at the first glance, and he should be the goal of his trip.

"Hello, Special Envoy Qin. I don't know who these two are. Could you introduce me?"

Turning his eyes to Qin Fangxiu, Zhao Ji smiled.

Luo Qingyun's gaze also lingered on the middle-aged man and the young man. Presumably, he had the same doubts as Zhao Ji, and was quite curious about the identities of these two.

"Deputy City Master Zhao, Deputy City Master Luo, these two are members of the royal family, this is the Tenth Prince, and this is Prince Wen."

Qin Fangxiu got up and introduced the two of them with a loud voice.

Looking at Qin Fangxiu, Zhao Ji could clearly feel that his state was very different from before. He had been very anxious and suspicious for a while before, and his mental state was very poor, like a half-lunatic.

Now, the former decadent state has been swept away, and he has become energetic, as if yesterday's worries have gone with the weather.

What surprised Zhao Ji even more than Qin Fangxiu's change of status was that the identities of the middle-aged man and the young man, a prince and a prince, were all figures with extremely high status in Wu and held great power.

Just now, according to the report Luo Qingyun received, it was clear that only one middle-aged man had entered the city, but there were two strangers sitting here, and where did the Tenth Prince come from.

"The minister has seen the prince and the ten princes."

Luo Qingyun was also surprised by the identities of the two, and hurriedly paid respects.

Luo Chongshan was granted the title of Sifang Bo, and Sifang City was officially brought under the control of the imperial court. Some officials in the city changed their appearances and their identities changed greatly. Now they are all imperial court officials.

Whichever circle you are in, you must abide by the rules of that circle, and the imperial court is a place with strict rules, and there is no room for negligence.

Luo Qingyun's salute was in stark contrast to Zhao Ji's intentional cupping of hands. Prince Wen, the tenth prince, and Qin Fangxiu looked around Zhao Ji, but they didn't say anything more.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, these are the two deputy city masters of Sifang City. Deputy City Master Zhao is Sifang Bo's son-in-law and a congenital martial artist, and Deputy City Lord Luo is Sifang Bo's adopted son."

Qin Fangxiu introduced Prince Wen and the tenth prince.

"Deputy City Master Zhao, Deputy City Master Luo, please sit down."

Prince Wen stretched out his hands and said.

"Thank you, Lord."

The two took their seats.

"The two of you came here in such a hurry, you probably know that I have just entered the city."

Prince Wen said lightly.

"That's right. Just now, a soldier guarding the gate came to report that someone broke into the city without being checked. I was worried about the safety of the envoys, so I hurried over."

Zhao Ji answered clearly.

Prince Wen nodded slightly, and said with satisfaction: "Thank you, Deputy City Master Zhao, for your trouble."

"Deputy City Master Zhao and Deputy City Master Luo are really good people. During this period of time, for our safety, they have not relaxed at all. Yunkeju and even Sifang City have entered a semi-martial law state. I can see it in my eyes. Thank you so much."

The Tenth Prince praised with a smile.

Members of the royal family like the Tenth Prince have been educated since they were young, with imperial mind skills and royal education. They take it for granted that the world belongs to their family, and that other people's contributions are what should be done.

People like this are more selfish and cold-blooded, and those who are good at winning people's hearts will be like the Tenth Prince, who will say a few cheap words, and even more will act good when they get cheap.

"It turns out that His Highness has been among the missions all along. Sorry for my poor eyesight, I didn't recognize it. Don't blame Your Highness."

Zhao Ji would also say polite words.

"Where, where, I am afraid of death and being assassinated, so I have been hiding it all the time."

The tenth prince laughed at himself.

At this point, Zhao Ji thought about a lot of things, why the other envoys were wiped out, but this one that came to Sifang City, but half of them survived. It turned out that there were ten princes.

Innate late-stage masters are not something that early and mid-stage warriors can resist. If there is no innate late-stage master in this envoy, it is impossible for anyone to survive that attack.

The four envoys should have about the same number of people, and there will be no big difference in strength. The one that came to Sifang City suddenly had an extra late-stage congenital martial artist, which should be unexpected.

Let's just imagine, perhaps, the Tenth Prince was not a member of the envoy, but because of some unknown reasons, he sneaked into the envoy and came all the way to Sifang City.

On the night of the attack, life and death were at stake, the Tenth Prince couldn't hide any longer, so he made a strong move, and only then did he save the envoys and some people.

In an instant, this conjecture went through in his mind. Although it was only a conjecture, Zhao Ji thought that this possibility was extremely high.

In this way, the tenth prince is not easy, not only treats people politely, seems to have no airs, makes people feel like a spring breeze, but also is a congenital master in the late stage.

Comparing Prince Wen's conversation and temperament, Zhao Ji secretly sighed, these royal family members are really not simple, not as unbearable as rumors in the world.

(End of this chapter)