"Boss, should we go over and take a look?"

At the other end of the cell, a prison guard asked the Prison Chief.

The Prison Chief shook his head: "What is there to look at? It’s so stinky over there. If you want to look, go ahead!"

The prison guard took a breath; well, aren’t all the cells smelly? He had gotten used to it and really didn’t feel it.

"But Boss, if we ignore it like this, someone might die..."

"Do you want to handle it?" The Prison Chief suddenly sneered, "Then you go handle it yourself!"

The prison guard immediately fell silent.

People are like this, all talk and big reasoning, but when it comes down to actually doing it, they’re unwilling.

The Boss glared at him disdainfully and then continued to nap on his own.

The young prison guard was very anxious; he knew he had been blacklisted by the Boss, but he really had no idea how he had offended him!

That man was about to die; shouldn’t he be rescued?

"Help, ow... help..."

The man cried out. Initially, his voice was heard, but gradually it weakened.

Speaking also requires energy. When a person is in extreme pain, they can’t speak at all.

By this time, it was already broad daylight.

The Prison Chief thought that in a while, he’d be able to deal with the man, but suddenly, he saw a few people appear at the door.

They were from the government office!

"Oh, Mr. Zhang, what brings you here?"

It was a Chief Historian with a rank just below the Prefect. Upon seeing this big shot, the Prison Chief immediately became extremely respectful, yet inexplicably felt a bit uneasy inside.

These big figures usually wouldn’t come here at all. This sudden visit, could there be some problem?

He was thinking while laughing obsequiously, "Mr. Zhang, are you here to inspect the cell? Oh, unfortunately, someone in here has diarrhea; it’s quite messy. If you go in, it might offend you... Oh!"

As the Prison Chief was speaking, he was suddenly pushed aside, and upon a closer look, it was a few blade-wielding Government Officials. They rushed directly inside.

The Prison Chief’s heart dropped; something bad was happening!

Coming over so neatly and going directly inside, this... this... something happened!

The Prison Chief was panicked, but fortunately, he had been the boss for many years and had seen all kinds of big storms and waves, so he quickly calmed himself.

He smiled and then followed them inside.

They didn’t have direct evidence proving it was his doing, so when the time came, he could just insist he didn’t know anything; what else could they do?

Thinking of this, the Prison Chief felt more confident and wasn’t flustered anymore.

However, he saw a doctor entering behind them, this is... huh?

The Prison Chief was bewildered; was this doctor here to treat someone?

Curious and at a loss, he walked a few steps and found that those Officials had already lifted the man onto a stretcher.

Of course, the whole place was stinky, quite unpleasant.

Mr. Zhang looked at the man’s miserable and pitiful appearance and frowned slightly, glancing at the Prison Chief.

The Prison Chief immediately felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, hastily forcing a smile: "Perhaps he ate something bad..."

"Why wasn’t it reported, and why didn’t you call a doctor for treatment? Don’t you know he’s an important prisoner? With the recent uproar in Jiangzhou City about the Gao Family, something happening to this man at this time, what will the people think?"

Upon hearing this, the Prison Chief realized there was something wrong.

This matter was only known by heaven, earth, himself, and Miss Lin; how did Mr. Zhang know? Did someone tell him? Who?

Noticing the Prison Chief’s shifty eyes, Mr. Zhang said coldly, "Old Chen, I’ve received reports that someone plans to commit murder in the prison! At first, I didn’t believe it, but now it appears the matter is true!"

"Oh my, You’ve wronged me, sir, I..."

Old Chen called out reflexively, but immediately realized something was off.

Wasn’t that a confession that he intended to harm someone?

His face turned extremely unpleasant, and Mr. Zhang sneered even more, waving his hand, commanding, "Someone, arrest this Prison Chief!"

"Sir, spare me, I haven’t done anything!"

Old Chen cried out desperately for mercy, but it was too late. Two Officials stepped forward and pinned him to the ground, then cuffed him.

Meanwhile, the doctor was already treating the unfortunate man.

"Doctor Wang, what is this man’s condition?"

Mr. Zhang stepped forward to inquire. The doctor quickly stood up and bowed in return, "Reporting to you, sir, the situation isn’t optimistic, but fortunately, we arrived in time; we can barely save his life!"

"Oh, that’s fine; go ahead and save him then!"

Mr. Zhang said casually. He wasn’t too concerned about whether this punk lived or died; he was more interested in who was causing trouble behind the scenes.

He, too, came on the Lord Governor’s son’s order, and he had to handle the matter properly.

"Phew — it’s done. He should wake up by evening!"

"So late?"

"Yes, his condition was severe; he almost didn’t make it. It’s a stroke of luck if he wakes up by tonight."

"Alright then, keep an eye on things; don’t let him escape, and don’t let anyone else take advantage of the situation!"

"Understood!"

After giving these instructions, Mr. Zhang and the others left.

Someone was assigned to guard this place.

On another note, Qi Jingyu and Gao Mingyue were observing everything from afar. Gao Mingyue curiously asked, "How did you know that telling the Lord Governor’s son someone wanted to harm him would make him take action?"

"That’s simple; your sister is a merchant’s daughter, and he must truly like her to want to engage with her. He surely wants to get to the bottom of this matter, so if we tell him, he will definitely save him!"

Gao Mingyue nodded in agreement; what he said made sense.

"So we won’t step in?"

"Wait! It’s not our time to step in yet!" Qi Jingyu narrowed his eyes, realizing his purpose in life and no longer felt lost, once again becoming that clever and proud Young Prince from nine years ago.

"Do you think they will let this person live peacefully?"

Gao Mingyue was slightly taken aback, then surprised, "You mean they... will take action themselves to kill this person?"

"That’s right! When the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind, we’ll have all the evidence and testimony. This man being targeted twice, even a clay Bodhisattva would be angered!"

"Exactly, by then, he will surely reveal the person behind the scenes!"

Gao Mingyue was very excited, looking at the man beside her with great admiration for his ability to handle things!

Without saying anything more, the two waited around nearby.

The waiting time was long and nerve-wracking; finally, after dark, a sneaky shadow appeared near the little tile-roofed house where the man was.

He didn’t carry any sharp objects, and Qi Jingyu guessed he was going to use poison!

Sharp objects might leave traces, whereas poison kills invisibly.

"Here they come!"

He whispered, and the two waited quietly.

The man snuck into the little tile-roofed house and took out a small porcelain bottle from his body, ready to pour it into the other’s mouth, when suddenly, a kick flew from behind!

"Bang!"

"Ah—"

The man screamed miserably as he flew backward!

"Assassin, catch the assassin!"

The commotion naturally attracted the attention of the guards outside, and then someone was rushing over.