Reborn as Powerful Minister's Beloved
Chapter 93: Saving People

Chapter 93: Chapter 93: Saving People

Zheng Nianru left the palace in a carriage, with very limited information transmitted from the Loyal Warriors of Wen Family, which could be said as hardly useful at all.

"Could it be a mistake?" Zheng Nianru felt it unlikely. Nanmen Yu must be thinking about returning to Nanmen State by now. He even told her personally to wait for him. If he wanted to return to Nanmen State, why would he provoke Zheng Haoyuan at this time?

"Commandery Princess, I do not mean to overstate our abilities, but in Zheng Capital, there are not many who can escape from our grasp," said a subordinate.

Zheng Nianru sat in the carriage, silent, yet she disagreed internally. She had heard of the Loyal Warriors of Wen Family but never found them particularly impressive. In fact, she had encountered far more formidable teams, such as the one that would later belong to Ju Nanyi. Although unclear about how he had acquired it, that team had moved like ghosts, almost reminiscent of midnight shadows in her memory.

The carriage hurriedly stopped in front of the inn. Nanmen Yu was surprised to see Zheng Nianru arriving at this time, and his brows furrowed slightly when he saw the people accompanying her, his heart sinking.

Nanmen Yu ushered his people inside while Tan Zong directly barred Yan Cheng from entering.

Zheng Nianru paused, glancing at Tan Zong. It seemed he was the one. Since Nanmen Yu had brought him to Qishun Building before, he probably did not intend to hide everything from her, at least not completely.

"Let him come in," Zheng Nianru said, already turning to enter the building, with Yan Cheng gratefully following inside.

Upon entering the inn, Yan Cheng immediately sensed that there were not just one or two experts present. Downstairs, the busy innkeepers seemed oblivious to this fact.

"Fourth Prince? You think I kidnapped him?" Nanmen Yu interrupted Yan Cheng after a sentence or two, making it clear that Zheng Haoyuan was, after all, Zheng Nianru’s cousin. Although he disliked Zheng Haoyuan’s unpredictable temperament and his excessive closeness to Zheng Nianru, he was still a blood relative.

Yan Cheng looked at Nanmen Yu, his confidence waning.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince, there aren’t many who can easily snatch away the Fourth Prince from our Loyal Warriors of Wen Family," Yan Cheng still asserted, but Tan Zong scoffed, clearly disdainful of his words.

"You Loyal Warriors of Wen Family have been so focused on catching people these past few years that you only see this tiny bit of ground. Do you think others can’t come onto your land here in Zheng Capital or take someone away?"

Yan Cheng glanced at Tan Zong—wasn’t it you who had come?

"Even if there were outsiders, the way they took him without our people noticing..."

"You—" It wasn’t until we showed up that you noticed a damn thing.

"Enough, stop arguing," Nanmen Yu said, glancing briefly at both, then turning back to Zheng Nianru.

"I know he’s your cousin; rest assured, I will do my best to find him."

"Good, I also know it wasn’t your men. Now that I’m borrowing your men to rescue Fu Gong, just do your best." Zheng Nianru didn’t want to waste words. In her past life, she hadn’t paid attention to whether Zheng Haoyuan had disappeared or not, so she knew nothing of the specifics and couldn’t provide any useful information.

The previously arguing Tan Zong and Yan Cheng were momentarily stunned and, in a rare instance of harmony, shut their mouths.

Though Tan Zong was reluctant to help search, he realized this was the best opportunity to ingratiate himself with the Fourth Prince. With this thought, Tan Zong immediately turned to look at Nanmen Yu, waiting for him to speak.

Yan Cheng was taken aback. The Commandery Princess meant for Nanmen Yu to assist in the search, and the fact that the other party did not immediately refuse already embarrassed Yan Cheng.

Nanmen Yu did not speak because he hadn’t told Zheng Nianru about the Nanmen Death Soldiers, yet her tone was as if she already knew. It wasn’t entirely accurate—though he hadn’t explicitly stated it, only the last layer remained unspoken, and it was possible for Nian Ru to guess.

Nanmen Yu was just stunned for a moment, then he nodded.

"Don’t worry, I will do my best to have them search," Yan Cheng sighed in relief and respectfully bowed to Nanmen Yu.

Tan Zong glanced at Yan Cheng, but he knew that even though they didn’t want to rescue at all, they couldn’t miss this opportunity.

...

Master Ling Yi furrowed his brows and suddenly stopped in his tracks, and the disciple following him also halted.

"Big brother—" This time, even the disciple behind seemed to sense something strange and looked ahead with an odd expression.

"You feel it too?" Master Ling Yi nodded. It wasn’t that the disciple’s power had enhanced, but rather that the opposing party obviously hadn’t intended to hide, bold as daylight and plainly visible.

Master Ling Yi was almost certain these were not from Qiandao Temple, no wonder his master had been so cautious.

Suddenly, a very familiar aura made Master Ling Yi pause, and he looked ahead in disbelief, then hurriedly dashed forward.

Seeing this, the two disciples immediately followed him, Master Ling Yi panting heavily, pointing ahead for the two disciples.

The two disciples quickly overtook Master Ling Yi and chased ahead.

When Master Ling Yi caught up, he found himself in a derelict courtyard surrounded by black smoke, and visible evil energy nearly enveloped the entire yard.

Master Ling Yi took a deep breath, just stepped into the courtyard, and a disciple flew out; his expression changed instantly and he hurriedly moved forward a few steps, only to see a mass of black energy inside the building. In the middle of the black energy, a figure was surrounded by a ghostly shadow, with only the corner of a blue-gold dragon robe visible; Master Ling Yi was startled as he recognized the all too familiar aura.

Master Ling Yi immediately sat down, closed his eyes, and a silver light slowly formed a line moving slowly towards the black energy, but as soon as it neared the black mist, the black energy forcefully rebounded the silver line.

Master Ling Yi opened his eyes in shock, his fingers trembling slightly, this, this was...

In Nanzheng State, finding someone as peculiar as Master Yin He was already rare; Master Ling Yi had not expected to encounter another such person, which instantly explained his sudden appearance here.

There was residual evil energy on Zheng Haoyuan’s body, different from the Mystical Arts of Qiandao Temple. This evil energy grew stronger by devouring and seizing, increasing the power of the Mystical Arts.

Moreover, they functioned differently; the Mystical Arts of Qiandao Temple were mostly used for blessings and wishes, aimed at fulfilling benevolent desires. They never lightly harmed human lives. But Master Yin He was different, focused on wealth and killing without moral restraint.

His master had always opposed such evil energies; such mages had no place in Nanzheng State, and they were eradicated upon encounter.

But Master Yin He was different, although Master Ling Yi did not know why.

At this moment, Master Ling Yi could not afford to think of anything else and immediately stood up, took a porcelain bottle from his backpack, and rapidly chanted several spells; the black evil energy suddenly shook as if sensing something terrifying, and it began to vibrate intensely.