Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-Five

  At this time, Deng Mingyang, who had been drunk and unconscious earlier, also ran into the room. Seeing Tang Yin's doppelganger, he was shocked and couldn't speak for a long time. Before he could open his mouth, the doppelganger pointed to its own nose and said: "I am the fake Zhong Sang, the real Zhong Sang is dead."

  Deng Mingyang stared blankly at the place where his finger was pointing, and indeed, on the ground lay another Qiong Sang who looked exactly the same. It took him a while to react, staring at Tang Yin's doppelganger, muttering: "It's real, it's really real, it's so realistic that there's no difference at all!"

  With a complacent smile, he burst out laughing, then lowered his head to look at Mrs. Deng, who was sitting on the ground with a pale face and disheveled clothes. His eyes roamed freely over her body as he chuckled and said, "What? Auntie isn't going back to her room yet?"

  Hearing him say that, Deng Mingyang suddenly remembered that his wife was still here and hastily called over a young maid to support his wife back to the bedroom.

  Deng Mingyang thought that the fake Zhong Sang in front of him was just joking and didn't take it seriously, but in fact, the split body not only took on Zhong Sang's appearance but also inherited his flirtatious and frivolous personality.

  Watching Mrs. Deng being supported away by the little maid, he let out a soft sigh and immediately composed himself, saying to Deng Mingyang: "Mingyang, Zhong Sang is dead, you can't stay in Yancheng anymore, you have to go with me to Tianyuan Prefecture!"

  Although he knew that the Clock San in front of him was fake, he still felt very awkward when he heard him speak like this. Moreover, his tone of speech was the same as Tang Yin's, which made him somewhat at a loss for what to do. At this time, Tang Yin continued: "Ming Yang, gather your belongings and wait for me to arrange someone to pick you up."

  "Sir, where are you going now?"

  "Of course, we're going to the Zhong manor." As he spoke, a faint glint flashed in his eyes. Having absorbed Zhong Sang's soul, it would save him a lot of trouble. Now, the internal structure of the Zhong manor was completely presented in his mind, even which corner had hidden guards and which direction had heavy troops defending, he knew like the back of his hand. The burning of souls was far more useful than the burning of death.

  Leave one of the Dark Arrow members to help Deng Mingyang pack his luggage, while Tang Yin takes the lead with the Upper Official San brothers and Cheng Jin, other Dark Arrow personnel, quickly returning to Yue Zijie's mansion.

  At this time, Lu Fang and other guests had already left the city through the underground tunnel. There were no others in the yard of Yue's residence, only horse-drawn carriages.

  Tang Yin and others had just arrived, when Yue Zijie came out from inside the door. At the same time, dozens of officials and soldiers wearing red clothes and armor also came out. These people were all his family servants dressed up, and the military uniforms and weapons in their hands were obtained from Deng Mingyang. As a thousand households, it was easy for Deng Mingyang to secretly get some military supplies.

  "We're all ready, sir," Yue Zijie said seriously.

  "Alright!" Tang Yin nodded and turned his head back, saying: "Everyone change clothes."

  They took off their casual clothes and put on red military uniforms, wearing red helmets, looking no different from ordinary soldiers. After everyone was ready, Tang Yin ordered them to get on the car, and more than 100 people, including the arrow guards and Yue Zijie's family members, each drove a horse-drawn carriage, leaving the Yue residence and heading straight for the Zhong mansion.

  Not far from the exit, Tang Yin ordered the assassination team led by Cheng Jin to split into multiple bodies. Under Tang Yin's command, more than 20 people instantly turned into more than 40 people, with their true bodies acting as coachmen and their split bodies walking under the carriage, looking like guards escorting the carriage, which also had a fake and real situation.

  It was already late at night, and the precautions within the city were still very strict. Patrol teams could be seen everywhere in the city.

  They had so many cars that even if they were wearing military uniforms, the guards would still come up to check them out. At this time, everyone was silent and let Tang Yin's assistant go forward to respond.

  As Zhong Tian's nephew, he was so high-profile that who in the army didn't know Zhong Sang. When they saw him come out, the guards were like mice seeing a cat, not even daring to ask questions, and quickly scattered.

  Nothing unexpected happened along the way, and they arrived at Zhong Fu smoothly.

  Tang Yin did not stop the team at the front gate, but instead changed to stop at the back door. The front gate was too eye-catching, with many people and miscellaneous eyes. If someone saw through the flaw and leaked the news, it would be disastrous.

  The back door of Zhongfu is not wide, and there are hundreds of cars parked, almost blocking the entire alley.

  Tang Yin's doppelganger walked ahead to the back door and raised his fist, banging on the door with a loud thud.

  He pounded on the door for over ten times before any noise came from inside. After a brief pause, the back door was suddenly pulled open and dozens of officials holding long spears rushed out. At the same time, at least two hundred archers appeared on both sides of the courtyard wall with a rustling sound, all aiming their bows and arrows at the carriage parked by the back door.

  Fen Shen Zhong Sang saw this and frowned heavily, loudly asking: "What are you doing? Are you rebelling?"

  At the sound of the voice, the officers and soldiers looked up and gazed at Zhong Sang. Two of them even deliberately handed over the torches in their hands to get a closer look at Zhong Sang's appearance. After seeing Zhong Sang clearly, the faces of the officers and soldiers all changed. One of the thousand husbands rushed to wave his hand to the surrounding officers and soldiers, shouting: "Don't be nervous, it's the general, the general is back!"

  Zhongsan looked at the thousand-year-old man who was speaking, his thin eyebrows raised high, and asked in a cold voice: "Yu Kuan, what do you want to do?!"

  When he heard his name, the thousand-year-old husband was frightened and rushed forward, inserted his hand and saluted, saying: "General, you... didn't you go home? Why did you come back? Why... why are you still walking through the back door? What's with these carriages?" The thousand-year-old husband named Yu Kuan had a puzzled face and asked several questions in a row.

  "You talk so much, you shouldn't be a commander of a thousand men, but rather a recruiter! ” Zhong Sang gave him a cold glance, stretched out his hand to push him aside, and then walked into the back door as if nothing had happened. This was Zhong Sang's personality, relying on being the nephew of the current ruler, he looked down on everyone, his arrogant eyes almost reaching the top of his head.

  Cheng Jin and others followed suit immediately after seeing this.

  Yu Kuan was scolded by Zhong Sang and couldn't get down from the stage, but he didn't dare to utter a single word of complaint. Without even looking at Zhong Sang's personal guards, he hastily chased after him again, with a flattering smile on his face, saying: "Your subordinate is only concerned about General, please don't mind."

  "Hmm!" Zhong Sang let out a cold hum with his nose, waited for a moment, and then slowly said: "I just received an order from Uncle Wang to transfer all the people we are guarding, including Liang Xing, Wu Yu, Zi Yang Hao Chun and their families."

  After hearing his words, Yu Kuan did not show any surprise, but instead said: "No wonder! Is it going to be transferred to the palace?"

  Zhongsan suddenly raised an eyebrow and stared at Yu Kuan, asking: "Why say that?"

  "The Crown Prince came by just now and has already taken the eldest daughter of the Dance House, Mai, to the palace."

  "What?" After hearing this, Zhong Sang couldn't help but take a cold breath. The Crown Prince? That was Zhong Sang's eldest son, Zhong Wu! How could he have brought Dancer Mei to the palace at such a critical moment?!

  Zhong Sang is certainly no stranger to Zhong Wu. Zhong Tian had two sons, the eldest being Zhong Wu and the second being Zhong Wen. Zhong Wu was his cousin.

  Jing Zhong's face showed a look of surprise, and Yu Kuan asked curiously: "General, didn't you know about this?"

  Zhongsan reacted extremely quickly, humming a laugh and saying: "How could I possibly not know, it's just that I didn't know it was my brother Wang who came to pick him up personally." As he spoke, he muttered to himself in a low voice: "I've been interested in Wu Mei for a long time, don't let Zhongwu steal the show!"

  Yu Kuan heard this and secretly shook his head. His superior, who was notorious for being a lecher, had even made advances on his own uncle's woman, revealing his sinister intentions. However, regardless of how poor Zhong Sang's character was, he was after all the new king's relative, and Yu Kuan's future prospects still depended heavily on Zhong Sang.

  He repeatedly echoed: "Yes, yes, yes."

  Two men walked towards the place where the high-ranking officials were detained while talking.

  Few people knew that there was a dungeon in the Zhong Mansion, and it was a large-scale dungeon. Of course, few people also knew that Zhong Tian had been recruiting guests on a large scale, cultivating the outstanding ones into his own confidants, and having them do those shady things for him.

  Having absorbed Zhong San's soul and obtained all his memories, Tang Yin split himself into a light car and familiar roads, in the Zhong Fu inner seven twists and turns, to a separate courtyard, where there were more officials and soldiers, ten steps one post, five steps one sentry, another guard not divided day and night patrol, such dense guarding, wanting to secretly rescue someone, that is simply impossible.

  When they saw Zhong Sang swaggering over, the officers and soldiers all saluted with their hands, and some of the sloppy privates also straightened up their chests and stood at attention.

  Arriving at the side house of another courtyard, Zhong Sang had to summon up all his courage, for here were two gatekeepers personally appointed by Zhong Tian.

  The cultivation of these two door guests has reached the spiritual yuan realm, and it is not the highest cultivation among all the door guests, but their spiritual martial arts are very powerful, and it is said that they come from the divine pool.

  Shenchi is one of the nine vassal states of the Huangtian Empire, with a relatively small territory that has always remained neutral and never participated in the struggles between various vassal states. However, Shenchi is the birthplace of spiritual martial arts, where many spiritual martial artists have emerged. Many vassal states' spiritual martial talents were hired from Shenchi at great expense. As for why Shenchi, with its small size and population, can produce batch after batch of top spiritual martial artists, it remains a mystery.

  Under Zhong Tian's command, there were several extremely formidable door guests who were all hired from Shenchi. The two guarding the gate of the dungeon in the Zhong Mansion were among them. It was precisely because they were present that although Zhong Sang had been eyeing Dancer Mei and Dancer Ying for a long time, he did not dare to make a move.

  Now that Zhong Sang has been replaced by Tang Yin's doppelganger, whether the two gatekeepers can detect anything or not, Tang Yin also dare not guarantee.

  The cabin was very ordinary and had no difference with the normal one. Inside, there were two beds, each with a middle-aged man in his 40s sitting on it.

  Zhong Sang led a team of officers and soldiers to arrive recently, both of them were curious, got out of bed together, clasped their hands and said: "General Zhong arrived here in the middle of the night, what's the important matter?"

  "Haha!" Zhong Sang smiled and glanced at the two with a sidelong glance, then said confidently: "Bring people."

  Here is the translation:

  They're here to pick someone up again! Two middle-aged guests furrowed their brows in confusion.