Lord Yuan looked at him with disgust, and just frowned at the person following behind him: "So what do you say we should do now? My brother-in-law has said that this matter cannot go wrong. Now that such a big mistake has been made, things will be difficult to handle."
A scholar appeared from behind and smiled: "Your Excellency, don't be too nervous. Let's see how the situation turns out."
Lord Yuan hummed, walked past the postmaster and led his troops straight to the front of the posthouse. Seeing the fire in the posthouse soaring into the sky, with ashes and thick smoke all over the sky, he couldn't help but cover his mouth and nose and snorted in disgust: "I'm afraid that those who didn't escape were burned to death. Did anyone escape?"
The post station in Zhaotong was built more than ten miles away from the village and town, and more than twenty miles away from the capital of Zhaotong. It was a place where there was no village in front and no shop behind. It was obvious how many people ran out.
The scholar got off his horse, and as he did, several soldiers behind him also got off their horses and followed his orders to disperse. After a while, the soldiers came back trotting and said a few words to the scholar. The scholar's face turned ugly. He glanced at the postmaster and frowned, saying, "Sir, these idiots have been discovered. After the scouts checked, they confirmed that most of them have already run away!"
That means these people didn't get anything done and instead alerted the enemy.
No wonder the fire caught early, no wonder he felt something was wrong inside.
Lord Yuan's eyes looked like he wanted to eat someone. He turned around and glanced at the postmaster who had caused the trouble, his eyes were vicious and ferocious.
The postmaster trembled all over, and stood aside with his neck shrunk, not daring to say a word.
Lord Yuan looked at the flames rising into the sky, threw his whip in anger, and ordered his men, "Go, put out the fire!"
At the same time, he turned over and looked at the middle-aged scholar: "Mr. Zhan, what do you think we should do now?"
"Send the scouts to investigate first." Mr. Zhan was not as angry as Lord Yuan, but reminded Lord Yuan: "After all, the Crown Prince is a veteran of the battlefield and a member of the Jinyiwei. I have said before that he is very difficult to deal with. It is not surprising that he can escape. Your Excellency does not need to be too angry. First find out where they are going. The original plan will not work."
Originally, they planned to let these people take the drug without anyone noticing, and when the postmaster and others gave the signal to start the fire, he would bring his men over, pretending to be suppressing the bandits who came to assassinate the crown prince. But obviously, there was no need to think about this idea now.
Although Lord Yuan was filled with anger, things had come to this point and it would be useless to keep getting angry, so he snorted.
This means tacit consent. Mr. Zhan raised his hand, and the people below immediately went about their work in an orderly manner.
The fire was put out quickly, and someone came to report that a total of nine bodies were cleared out from inside, all of which had been burned beyond recognition.
Lord Yuan's expression was grim: "In the end, only nine of them died?!"
I have spent countless thoughts and efforts on this side! He was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood, and his eyes looked even more unfriendly at the postmaster.
Mr. Zhan did not comfort or reply, but turned to ask the postmaster: "Where are your people?"
The postmaster was stunned for a moment, and he struggled to get up from the ground, feeling confused at first and then terrified.
Lord Yuan immediately realized that there was no village or shop in the distance. If the person who escaped was from the postmaster's side, how could he get away? He must stay here and wait for instructions.
In other words, all those who died in there were Yicheng’s men!
Damn it... ..
Lord Yuan could no longer bear it, so he reached out and slapped the postmaster so hard that he turned in another direction. The postmaster fell to the side, but dared not say a word. He knelt on the ground with his face covered and begged for mercy with a sad face.
After a while, Mr. Zhan came out and rescued the postmaster.
Mr. Zhan also knew that Master Yuan was angry, but he still tried to calmly advise him: "Master, there is no need to be so angry. After all, they have entered Zhaotong now. Isn't everything in our hands?"
Mr. Yuan was in a bad mood, breathing like he was breathing fire, and asked Mr. Zhan in a bad mood: "So what do you say we should do now?"
He had boasted to his brother-in-law Lord Wei, but now not only had he failed to accomplish his mission, but he had also lost such an important person and several of his own men. He was too embarrassed to face anyone if he told others about it. It was so laughable.
Mr. Zhan smiled slowly: "What do you mean? Your Excellency is confused. His Highness has been burned to death!"
What?!
Master Yuan subconsciously looked at the clinic that had been burned down. Just as he was about to ask Mr. Zhan if he was playing a trick on him, he suddenly had an idea. He couldn't help but calm down and hold back his temper. He slowly asked him, "What do you mean?"
Mr. Zhan was neither impatient nor anxious. He stretched out his hand and gestured to the people below. Everyone else immediately stepped back, leaving only the two of them to talk.
Mr. Yuan had come to his senses by now, and asked thoughtfully: "What you mean is..."
"That's right, they were all burned to death." Mr. Zhan smiled complacently: "Look, there's such a big fire. The thieves are so bold that they dared to do this to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. It's all because of Mu Tong's audacity!"
Lord Yuan was stunned for a moment, and then he couldn't help laughing: "That's right, Mu Tong is really lawless. He dared to send assassins to set fire in Zhaotong and openly assassinate His Royal Highness. He really deserves death! Pass the order to search the whole city for the assassins sent by Mu Tong. We must find those assassins and bring them to justice to avenge our Royal Highness!"
As he spoke, he gave another cold order: "If there is resistance, kill without mercy!"
What His Highness? His Highness is already dead!
The fire in Zhaotong was raging, but the capital city was unusually calm.
A while ago, the Jinyiwei and Yulinwei were carrying lists of people everywhere to arrest people, and everyone in the capital was silent. It was not until the situation calmed down and Mrs. Chen's case was settled that the atmosphere changed.
Because the Empress Dowager had recovered, Emperor Yuanfeng once again brought up the matter of the Autumn Hunting and had already scheduled a hunt at the ranch on September 6th.
The Su family was still among the bodyguards.
Old Madam Su was a little worried. After all, Su Rong was not around. Although Master Su San had turned over a new leaf, he did not hold a high position now. She was afraid that if something happened to Master Su San, he would not be able to protect Su Yao. So she wanted Su Yao to not go on the pretext that he had not recovered yet.
Su Xingyi also knew what Old Lady Su was worried about, and whispered to Old Lady Su not to worry: "Yaoyao must be aware of these things. If she doesn't want to go, there will always be a way. Since she didn't say she won't go, you don't have to worry too much. She knows her limits."