Seeing the burnt corpses behind him and the neatly severed fingers, Nie He understood it was a scapegoat.
"Why save me?"
"Let's talk outside!"
Two people immediately darted out from behind General Su, wrapped Nie He in servant's clothes, smudged his face with charcoal ash, and then said.
"Will faking a death work?"
Nie He was speechless, but to survive, he obediently closed his eyes. The two dragged his "corpse" and walked out.
Everything outside was arranged, and no one would discover his whereabouts.
"Did you burn down the General's mansion?"
Although this was a dungeon, he could still hear the thunderous sounds of lightning from the sky.
Liangzhou City's terrain was not particularly high. Although there were occasional thunderstorms, they wouldn't strike houses. Looking at the charred black corpses, it was clear that there was a raging fire outside.
Looking at the two's attire, Feng Shan knew it must have been them who did it, otherwise, how could it have burned so fiercely!
"My second uncle doesn't live here anyway, so what's the point of keeping it?"
Feng Shan glanced at the corpse on the ground and asked curiously.
"Where did it come from?"
"Heh heh, those good-for-nothings brought by the Ninth Prince, I killed them all. This is one of them."
Feng Shan fell silent. Xiao Muqian killed people as easily as chopping vegetables, and afterwards, he showed no emotion, even seeming somewhat excited.
"I've long disliked these parasites. They followed the Ninth Prince, doing nothing all day, only indulging in debauchery and then stealing credit."
General Su also chimed in at the opportune moment.
"Yes, anyway, as military officers, death is always a possibility. Whether it's dying in battle or dying in a fire, what difference does it make?"
He smiled, then looked at Feng Shan with a serious expression and said.
"Nie He can die, but Uncle cannot, so these burns are unavoidable."
After speaking, he handed over the torch in his hand.
Feng Shan was not a fool. Nie He had no ties and could live anonymously in the future. But he was the head of the Feng family. If he disappeared like this, he might never be able to return home.
He gritted his teeth, took the torch, and pressed it fiercely against his thigh until his leg was a mess before stopping.
His face was contorted in pain, and sweat beaded on his forehead.
The clothes stuck to his flesh, and the smell of burnt skin was truly unpleasant. The wound looked gruesome. Xiao Muqian stepped forward and gave him a pill, "Uncle, this is for the pain."
Military personnel often get injured and sometimes suffer severe pain, so they carry painkillers to use when needed.
As for the wound, it had to be left as it was and treated after they left.
With a fire, the dungeon was also completely burned down. Feng Shan, disguised as someone who had narrowly escaped, was "coincidentally" rescued by the servants of the General's mansion and immediately sent to a medical clinic for treatment.
In the Hua family's restaurant, Xiao Ji had invited a doctor. The Ninth Prince declined the treatment, fearing exposure.
Xiao Ji was not a fool. If he couldn't see the trick in this situation, he would have lived decades in vain.
However, the Ninth Prince still held the matter of Feng Shan's assassination, so it was not good to provoke him. He said in a low voice.
"Your Highness, please rest assured. I will wait outside. Call me when you are bandaged."
"Then I will trouble General Xiao."
Dealing with him was somewhat difficult for the Ninth Prince, but he had plenty of ways to deal with a doctor.
So, after the other person left, he threatened in a low, fierce voice.
"If you want to live, do as I say, or your whole family will be buried with you!"
The doctor was so scared that he immediately knelt on the ground, trembling, and said.
"Your Highness, please rest assured, I won't say anything I shouldn't."
Seeing his genuine fear, the Ninth Prince relaxed, opened his collar, and let the doctor "bandage" him.
The same thick layer was wrapped, as if the long-gone stab wound had recurred.
When Xiao Ji entered, he heard the doctor instructing Long Guang beside him, telling him what wounds should not touch water, that it had been badly torn today and needed extra care, to remember to take medicine, and that he would come to change the dressing tomorrow.
It was clearly fake, yet he acted as if it were real.
Xiao Ji was fed up with the Ninth Prince's pretense, but it was not yet the right time to deal with him.
He would have to wait until the compensation money was disbursed before making any plans!
Then, his expression immediately turned grave, and he said to the Ninth Prince.
"Your Highness is severely injured, and I should not bring this up. However, in the General's mansion that was just extinguished, apart from a few severely injured and escaped servants, no one survived!"
"What?"
The five or six generals accompanying him were all his trusted aides, cultivated over many years, and held positions in the army. Now they were all burned to death?
His first reaction was that something was fishy, and it might have been man-made!
He stared at Xiao Ji with a stern expression and said through gritted teeth.
"General Xiao, although the fire was a natural disaster, it spread too quickly. I wonder if someone was behind it. Those generals followed me for many years, and they couldn't escape a mere fire? Isn't that a joke?"
Xiao Ji was not afraid of his authority and replied.
"This point, this subordinate has not figured it out either. Perhaps we can investigate the mansion after the rain stops to find out!"
The matters inside had long been arranged, and they were determined to make the Ninth Prince suffer a silent loss!
"Hmph, you may withdraw. I am tired."
"Then Your Highness rest well. If you need anything, send someone to call me!"
After Xiao Ji left, the Ninth Prince waved his hand and smashed everything in front of him to pieces.
The Heavenly Room in the Hua family's restaurant, although it didn't contain any priceless treasures, was still expensively decorated. The shopkeeper standing downstairs heard the smashing and felt heartbroken.
He couldn't demand compensation, so he could only feel sorry for his employer.
In the medical clinic, Madam Hua and others were quietly waiting. When they saw Feng Shan being carried in, even the strongest among them couldn't help but cry.
She immediately rushed to him, her voice hoarse, and cried out.
"Master, Master?"
"Father!"
Although Feng Shan had taken painkillers, the extent of his burns was too large, and he was severely infected.
Fortunately, the doctor on duty at the clinic was Doctor Chen, who was not only skilled but also had considerable research on burns.
He covered Feng Shan's nose and mouth with anesthetic powder. The person who was in a daze soon fell asleep.
Seeing that he was sleeping soundly, he began to carefully tear off the burnt clothing from the flesh. During this process, Madam Hua couldn't help but cover her mouth, tears streaming down her face. Feng Jinhua, standing beside her, gritted his teeth, his veins bulging.
The entire left thigh was severely burned. Although Doctor Chen could treat it, he couldn't restore the skin to its former smoothness.
"The family head's leg may have lingering pain in the future. It will likely ache during windy and rainy weather."