As they walked out of the confinent prison, quite a few people were waiting for Zhao Xing, Chen Shijie, Long Xiao, and Liao Rulong.
Among them were Minister of Agriculture Officials who had trained together before, like Zhuang Ziqing, Han Bing, and Che Shihai... Zhao Xing even saw Shi Yong and Feng Qi.
Martial Artists included Xia Jing, Chen Fang, Priest Zhang Yi, Military Doctor Yuan Yang, and chanical Master Wang Ji...
They should all have been on the battlefield but had taken the ti to rush back to Yang City.
There were also so they t later, such as Ji Ziyun, Heir of Prince Xin Liu Cheng’an, Grandson of King Lingshuang Pei Yuanchang, and Heir of Moon Gang King Wu Zhengting...
"Mr. Zhao, we all heard about your ordeal. That Prince Liang, what a scoundrel!" Zhuang Ziqing was the first to rush over, grasping Zhao Xing’s hand in righteous indignation. "You are a once-in-a-generation genius, forced off the battlefield by Prince Liang’s Party. It is an outrage!"
"Brother Zhuang." Zhao Xing looked moved, patting the back of Zhuang Ziqing’s hand.
"Boss, you endured such humiliation." Wang Ji clenched his fists, biting his jaw: "I’d rather die than forge a single nail for Prince Liang’s Party!"
"Actually, it wasn’t so bad inside..." Zhao Xing wondered if he might be overdoing his act of misery.
"Boss, you don’t have to comfort us. In your current state, how could you say it was good?" Che Shihai bit his lip, tears in his eyes.
At that mont, Zhao Xing’s hair was a bit ssy, and his clothes were in tatters.
But, this was sothing Mr. Zhao had done to himself before leaving prison.
"I’m really fine." Zhao Xing reassured them.
He thought back to his period of detention.
Locked up in early April, and now it was the end of May.
On the first day in Yang City’s confinent prison, by procedure, all equipnt should have been taken away, prisoners would change into prison uniforms, and their primordial energy locked.
But, this was Yang City Confinent Prison!
The guards were all his people, either sent by Luo Hou King or Liu Tianning.
Who dared to do that?
Let alone interrogation and torture.
Mistreat Mr. Zhao? Impossible!
Zhao Xing was not lying; he actually had quite a decent ti.
On the first day, Zhao Xing’s shackles were unlocked, though his equipnt was not returned.
In terms of food and drink, it was according to the fifth-rank official’s standard, and even the living quarters were a large villa!
Originally, there were no accommodations in Yang City Prison suitable for soone of Zhao Xing’s status. After all, they would usually be held at Jiutian Yingyuan Mansion.
But the Prison Director of Yang City, in a rush, had a whole suite built within a day just for holding Zhao Xing.
On the second day, he moved into a five-hundred-square-ter villa.
If not for Mr. Zhao’s refusal, the Prison Director might have sent a few Dance Masters and musicians for so entertainnt.
Because Zhao Xing wasn’t truly imprisoned; he was just detained.
To tell the truth, this was the period when Mr. Zhao slept the most soundly.
Close to his release, he realized he shouldn’t appear as if he had been living comfortably.
So he put his shackles back on, changed into prison clothes, and ssed up his hair.
"Did the Yang City Prison Director mistreat you?!" Xia Jing approached, his tone rising, and his eyes glaring harshly at several guards behind Zhao Xing.
The prison guards felt wronged; how could they dare? It was Zhao Xing who insisted on looking this way.
"No, no." Zhao Xing waved his hand: "Don’t overthink it; they treated very well."
He then used water magic to restore his attire and appearance. By now, the pitiful rumors about him had already spread.
The keen-eyed ones knew Zhao Xing couldn’t have been mistreated, but for those unaware, this impression would only deepen their loathing of Prince Liang’s Party.
"Let’s go, let’s talk elsewhere."
Surrounded by the crowd, Zhao Xing left Yang City Prison.
Later, Xia Jing arranged a small gathering in Yang City to welco Zhao Xing, Chen Shijie, Long Xiao, and Liao Rulong. Over a thousand people attended.
This ti, Zhao Xing drank freely and got thoroughly drunk with everyone, and it wasn’t until the next evening that the party ended.
Once most people had left, Zhao Xing circulated his primordial energy, dispelling the alcohol, and his gaze beca clear.
"Hoo~" He exhaled a long breath of turbid air and pulled Xia Jing over. "Old friend, how have you been these days."
Xia Jing was still a bit tipsy, but seeing Zhao Xing return to normal, he knew Zhao had serious matters to discuss and imdiately circulated his blood and energy to sober up.
"I was also attacked by Prince Liang’s Party, but my father and uncle intervened, and I wasn’t punished in the end."
Zhao Xing nodded.
Xia Jing wasn’t part of the Divine Might Army, and his background and influence were tied to the Royal Family, and he wasn’t the main offender. With the diation of Prince Pingyang and Xiahou, everything naturally settled.
Xia Jing said: "You were stripped of your honorary titles and left the battlefield; even though your official rank wasn’t that high, it barely saved face for Prince Liang’s Party."
"However, Ji Chen inexplicably fell out of favor in Prince Liang’s Mansion and was sent to the battlefield."
"These two months, Luo Hou King, Prince Xin, and Prince Anning repeatedly rejected the Yingyuan Prefecture’s decisions."
"Your teacher, on the other hand, has been quiet, still working in the Supervision Departnt and the Transshipnt Departnt."
Xia Jing briefed him on events of the past few days.
Zhao Xing closed his eyes, reviewing the information, and then nodded.
"This matter is resolved for now; Brother Xia, since you’ve remained on the battlefield, please take care."
Xia Jing solemnly said: "Mr. Zhao, if you have any orders, just say."
Zhao Xing thought for a mont and then drew a flag on the table: "In the future, if you see this flag on the battlefield, do not hesitate, withdraw imdiately. This flag belongs to the ’Nine Nether Army’ of the Southern Desolate Sacred Mountain, backed by the Jiuyou Divine Sect, and their thods are extrely bizarre."
"Nine Nether Army? I’ve never heard of them." Xia Jing said.
"The Nine Nether Army appeared only twice in history; they never fought with Great Zhou, and I found records of them in ancient texts."
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