Han Tieshan stepped forward to take a closer look.
His eyes took in the scene.
The man in the painting was very young, with ordinary looks but an air of maturity that did not match his age. Han Tieshan felt a sense of familiarity with the man.
And Han Dong, holding the scroll, was stunned upon seeing the man’s portrait.
The person in the painting - if it’s not Jiang Feng, who else could it be?
Whether it’s the deanor or appearance, they were identical to Jiang Feng she once knew, without any difference.
Could it be that Jiang Feng is not dead?
He’s beco a cultivator, and killed the Second Prince?
"I seem to have seen him sowhere."
"I’ve rembered; wasn’t he the Little Prison Chief you promoted?"
Han Tieshan thought carefully and suddenly exclaid.
"Father, you’ve mistaken. This isn’t Jiang Feng; he died in Zhenbei Prison, driven mad by the Heaven-Stealing Creation Insights, and the Court gave him a grand burial, buried on Black Iron Mountain."
Han Dong rolled up the portrait and explained.
Regardless of whether it’s Jiang Feng or not, Han Dong firmly decided she must say it isn’t him, even if it is, she had to help Jiang Feng deny it.
"You didn’t ntion it, and I almost forgot. When Jiang Feng died, Bao Longwei and the Prison Doctor even examined him and watched as he was sealed in the coffin and laid to rest. Strange things abound in this world, so it’s not unusual for so people to look exactly alike."
Han Tieshan was taken aback, then quickly agreed, determined not to let Han Dong get involved.
The portrait of Jiang Feng was sent all across Great Tang.
All Court officials, including the Prince Xiao’s Mansion, the Commander’s Mansion, and others, received Jiang Feng’s portrait.
"Jiang Feng!"
Xiao Ran was curious about who dared kill the Second Prince; upon opening the portrait, his expression changed dramatically, and he exclaid on the spot.
"Who?"
Xiao Zhan, resting at ho due to his injuries, was intrigued by Xiao Ran’s loud voice.
"Father, I know the person in the portrait. His na is Jiang Feng; he was previously a Little Prison Guard in Zhenbei Prison, then beca a Little Prison Chief, and eventually, due to the Four No Principles, beca the Vice Commander in Zhenbei Prison."
Xiao Ran explained.
"What did you say?"
Xiao Zhan snatched the scroll and looked closely; he had visited Zhenbei Prison and t Jiang Feng, but didn’t recall him. Yet, seeing the portrait, he felt he had seen the person multiple tis.
This was a direct response from his enhanced senses post-cultivation upgrade, a feeling he trusted not to deceive; he must have seen Jiang Feng elsewhere.
"But this man is already dead, buried on Black Iron Mountain. The Court admired his diligence and strict governance, and gave him a grand burial."
Xiao Ran pondered in confusion.
Like Han Dong, he instinctively thought the person in the portrait was Jiang Feng.
Xiao Zhan remained silent, examining the portrait closely; the more he looked, the more familiar it felt. He was sure he had encountered Jiang Feng elsewhere and had contact with him; otherwise, a re Prison Chief couldn’t leave such a lasting impression on his world.
Knowing the martial cultivation breakthrough’s spiritual sense power was significant, allowing him to see through so cultivators’ strength at a glance.
The feeling this portrait gave him was definitely not caused by a misunderstanding.
"Are you sure he’s the Jiang Feng you ntioned?"
Xiao Zhan asked.
"This... I can’t be certain; it just feels like him, though it could be, just soone who looks identical."
Xiao Ran was unsure.
It’s simply too bizarre.
Is Jiang Feng really a cultivator, daring to kill the Second Prince?
"Did you say he’s buried on Black Iron Mountain?"
"Yes, it’s the burial site chosen by the Astronomical Bureau."
"Take to him."
Xiao Zhan wanted to investigate thoroughly.
"Yes."
Xiao Ran also wanted to ascertain whether the person was Jiang Feng.
"Jiang Feng."
"Commander Jiang."
"Xiao Jiang."
"Prison Chief Jiang!"
As wanted posters of Jiang Feng were posted everywhere, those familiar with him were in disbelief.
Bao Longwei exclaid.
Chu Tianhe froze in place.
Wang, Ma, and Feng, who Jiang Feng promoted to Prison Chiefs, felt like they were seeing a ghost and rushed to Uncle Huo’s house, where the four sat in the courtyard, staring at Jiang Feng’s portrait in silence.
"This traitor deserves to die, daring to resemble Commander Jiang; it’s truly unlucky."
After a long pause, Uncle Huo angrily remarked.
"I think it’s different; Commander Jiang’s nose is bigger than this."
"Yes, and the eyes are brighter."
"We’ve misjudged; this person doesn’t resemble Commander Jiang at all."
Wang, Ma, and Feng spoke in succession.
"Ah! Look at my eyes, so dim and blurry; this person looks sneaky and nowhere like Commander Jiang. Alright, I’ll self-punish with a few drinks."
Uncle Huo slapped his own forehead and said, both amused and irritated.
Wang, Ma, and Feng egged him on, asking Uncle Huo to prepare pickled tofu hotpot for them, unanimously agreeing that the person in the portrait had nothing to do with Jiang Feng.
"Dong’Er!"
On Black Iron Mountain.
Xiao Ran brought Xiao Zhan over.
He saw Han Dong with Han Tieshan and Bao Longwei already standing at Jiang Feng’s grave.
"Greetings, King Xiao!"
Han Dong and the others greeted Xiao Zhan.
"What a coincidence, you’re here to unseal the coffin for examination too?"
Xiao Zhan said.
"No, quite the opposite; we three are here to protect Commander Jiang’s grave. He died young, and we hope no one disturbs him."
Han Dong shook her head.
"I must unseal the coffin and examine the body."
Xiao Zhan said in an authoritative tone.
"King Xiao, Jiang Feng was a hero; he established the Four No Principles, which greatly pleased the Holy Emperor. After his death, the Court gave him a grand burial, choosing this feng shui site especially for him. For a ritorious figure, no one should easily disturb his grave."
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