I am invincible, that's why I lie down. You're using your entire clan to rebel?

Chapter 470 Liu Bai Makes His Move! Han Zhong's Regret!

Han Zhong was also looking at the figure. It was a middle-aged man with a square face and high brow bones. It was none other than Liu Bai, the sword fanatic.

Han Zhong's eyes widened immediately, unsure whether it was Liu Bai himself or His Majesty in disguise.

He thought again and realized that there was no reason for His Majesty to impersonate Liu Bai in the capital. This was not the southwestern border region, so there was no need for that. He figured that this must be Liu Bai himself.

Han Zhong was immediately excited. It seemed that His Majesty had made preparations in advance and sent Liu Bai to guard outside the prison.

He was excited that he wouldn't be killed by them, but at the same time he felt a wave of fear.

If he had actually left the prison with that group of men in black, His Majesty would have known the Han family was doomed the moment he left.

When the men in black saw Liu Bai, their expressions changed drastically, their eyes filled with fear and despair.

The leader of the men in black gave a low shout, his voice extremely low, yet carrying an undeniable determination.

"Proceed according to Plan Two."

After saying that, he charged toward Han Zhong alone, brandishing his long sword, the blade gleaming coldly under the oil lamp.

The remaining men in black all rushed towards Liu Bai, their eyes filled with unwavering resolve and without the slightest hesitation.

This is their second plan: if they encounter a powerful enemy, everyone will go to stop the enemy, and their leader will kill Han Zhong.

Han Zhong felt a chill run down his spine when he saw how strong their desire to kill him was.

He already had some ideas about who sent these people, and felt even more desolate.

Liu Bai watched this scene and simply sneered.

He raised his right hand, joined his five fingers together, and gently waved it towards the void.

Sword energy surged forth, and silvery-white sword light gushed out like a tide, passing through the bodies of those men in black.

All the men in black who rushed forward were pierced by the sword energy in an instant. Their bodies froze in mid-air, and then they fell limply to the ground. Blood gushed from their wounds and formed dark red streams on the ground.

There were no screams, no struggles, and no one even had time to utter a cry of alarm.

Liu Bai's figure blurred, and the next moment he appeared in front of Han Zhong, blocking the sword of the leader of the men in black.

He stretched out his hand, flicked his sleeve, and a tremendous force surged forth. The leader of the men in black was immediately forced back several steps, staggered and crashed into the stone wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Upon seeing this, the leader of the men in black immediately realized that their plan had completely failed.

Without any hesitation, he was about to bite off the poison sac in his mouth.

How could Liu Bai possibly let him have his way?

He reached out again and grabbed at the void. An invisible force pulled the leader of the men in black from several feet away, as easily as pulling a chick.

Liu Bai gripped his chin with his left hand, and with a quick twist of his right thumb and forefinger, dislocated his jaw with a crisp "click".

He tore a piece of cloth from the leader of the men in black's collar, crumpled it into a ball, and stuffed it into the man's mouth.

The leader of the men in black froze, his eyes filled with despair.

He also wanted to try other methods of suicide, such as biting his tongue, banging his head against a wall, or even using his internal energy to impact his heart meridian.

Having spent so many years in the martial arts world, Liu Bai was no longer surprised by these methods of suicide, and he easily dealt with each one.

He pressed down on the leader of the men in black's shoulders, sealing off all the meridians in his body, and then used a strip of cloth to tie his hands behind his back. His movements were fluid and efficient, without a single unnecessary movement.

Finally, the leader of the men in black lay helplessly on the ground, his face as pale as paper, his eyes empty and filled with despair.

He knew he could no longer commit suicide; he had failed his mission and the prince.

Han Zhong, who was standing to the side, was still somewhat shaken by what he saw.

His legs were trembling, and cold sweat had soaked through his undershirt, but he still forced himself to stand up, walked to Liu Bai, clasped his hands and bowed.

"Thank you for saving me, Mr. Liu."

His voice was hoarse, filled with relief and trembling as if he had survived a disaster.

Liu Bai glanced at him indifferently and said nothing.

He turned around, facing the direction of the prison gate, and bowed slightly respectfully, as if welcoming someone.

Han Zhong was puzzled and followed his gaze.

Footsteps came from the end of the passageway, very light, very steady, neither hurried nor slow.

Han Zhong saw four figures slowly appear in his field of vision.

Leading the way was Qin Mu, his moon-white robe trailing on the ground with a soft rustling sound, a half-smile playing on his lips.

He was followed by three women—Liu Ruolan, Han Xin'er, and Han Qin'er.

Liu Ruolan's eyes were red, tears still clinging to her face, her eyes filled with heartache and lingering fear.

Han Xin'er held her younger sister's hand, her back straight, her face pale, but she didn't cry.

Han Qin'er leaned against her sister, her face pale, her lips slightly pursed, and tears welling up in her eyes.

Han Zhong was jolted, as if he had been hit hard on the back.

Han Zhong dared not hesitate at all, and knelt directly on the ground, his forehead touching the cold stone slab. The shackles dragged on the ground with a clattering sound, and his voice was hoarse and trembling.

"This humble subject...pays respects to Your Majesty."

When Liu Ruolan saw her husband in this state, she could no longer hold back her tears, which silently welled up in her eyes and streamed down her pale cheeks.

Looking at Han Zhong's disheveled hair, blood-stained face, chapped lips, sunken eyes, and tattered official robe, she felt as if a dull knife was cutting into her heart.

Han Xin'er stood beside her mother, biting her lip, her eyes red, but she didn't cry. She just held her mother's hand tightly, her whole body trembling.

Han Qin'er hid behind her sister, her little hand covering her mouth, tears falling silently like beads from a broken string, her shoulders trembling violently.

Qin Mu glanced at Han Zhong, smiled, and said nothing.

He turned his head to look at Liu Ruolan, his voice soft, yet exceptionally clear in the silent prison.

"If there's anything you want to say to your husband, you can say it now. I'm giving you that chance."

Liu Ruolan's body trembled slightly. She quickly turned her head to face Qin Mu, bowed deeply, and spoke in a hoarse but respectful voice.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Her posture was humble and fearful from beginning to end, like a rabbit trembling in front of a beast, not even daring to breathe.

She turned around and walked to Han Zhong's side with her two daughters.

She crouched down, looking at Han Zhong's haggard face and his bloodshot, cloudy eyes. Tears welled up again, her lips trembled violently, and she couldn't utter a single word.

Han Xin'er stood behind her mother, looking at her father. Her lips parted slightly, then closed again, as if she wanted to call out "Daddy," but the two words were stuck in her throat and she couldn't utter them.

Han Qin'er rushed forward, hugged her father's arm, pressed her little face against his cold hand, and cried silently.

Han Zhong felt the gazes of his wife and daughter, and his whole body trembled violently.

His mind was a jumbled mess, like a million bees buzzing around him.

He wanted to say sorry, to tell people not to cry, and to say it was all his fault.

But his throat felt like it was blocked by something, and he couldn't squeeze out a single word.

He thought—Ruolan, I'm sorry. I promised you I would come back after this battle and never go to war again.

But I failed. Not only did I not come back, I dragged the whole family into the abyss.

He was thinking—Xin'er, Qin'er, Daddy is sorry for you.

Your father failed to protect you properly, failed to watch you grow up, failed to hold your hands and send you off on your wedding day, and has even caused you to be left helpless and alone in the future, possibly trapped in the deep palace forever, never to be free...

Han Zhong's tears welled up silently in his eyes and dripped onto the stone slab.

Liu Ruolan finally spoke, her voice hoarse and broken, each word sounding like she was weeping blood.

"Why were you so foolish? Why didn't you think before you did those things? Think about me and our daughters, think about your family?"

Han Zhong trembled even more at his wife's words, his lips shaking violently, and he finally managed to squeeze out a few words.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

He only knows how to say these three words, over and over again, repeating them over and over again.

Qin Mu turned around and walked to the leader of the men in black who was lying on the ground.

He looked down at the other person, the smile still lingering on his lips, revealing no emotion.

"Who sent you?"

The leader of the men in black turned his head away, refusing to look at him or speak.

Qin Mu smiled.

"I know even if you don't say it. Xu Longxiang sent you, didn't he?"

The leader of the men in black's eyes remained unchanged, like a stagnant pool, devoid of fear, anger, or surprise.

Qin Mu smiled again, his voice carrying a hint of appreciation.

"Your mental fortitude is quite good. I like that."

He paused, and his voice suddenly turned cold.

"Unfortunately, you're no longer of any use. You're not even a pawn anymore; at best, you're just a discarded piece."

The leader of the men in black remained expressionless, as if he had already accepted death.

Qin Mu didn't even consider using the Soul Searching Technique on him, and simply waved his hand.

Two golden-armored guards strode out of the passageway, grabbed the leader of the men in black from both sides, and dragged him up.

Qin Mu's voice was calm, as if he were talking about something perfectly ordinary.

"Take good care of him. I want him to live forever and experience the most painful things in the world."

The golden-armored guard lowered his head. "Yes."

They dragged the leader of the men in black out, and their footsteps faded into the distance.

Qin Mu turned around to face Liu Bai, and the smile on his lips deepened.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Liu, for your help this time."

Liu Bai bowed slightly, his posture respectful, his voice steady.

"Your Majesty is joking. Even without me, everything is still under Your Majesty's control."

Qin Mu smiled and waved his hand.

"Mr. Liu, you are too modest. Mr. Liu, you can go and rest now. I will invite you to play chess and drink wine when I have time."

Liu Bai nodded and was about to turn and leave when he suddenly stopped.

He hesitated for a moment, then looked up at Qin Mu.

Qin Mu raised an eyebrow.

"Is there anything else, sir?"

Liu Bai pondered for a moment, his voice carrying a hint of anticipation.

"Your Majesty, when you have time, would you mind sparring with me again?"

Qin Mu smiled, a very sincere smile.

"sure."

Liu Bai's eyes suddenly lit up, and his voice trembled slightly with excitement.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!"

Qin Mu looked at him with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

"Do you sense an opportunity for a breakthrough?"

Liu Bai shook his head and smiled wryly.

"It's not that easy. I have benefited greatly from my exchange with His Majesty and have indeed gained a lot. If I can verify even a few more points, I will surely reach a higher level."

Qin Mu nodded.

"That's excellent."

Liu Bai bowed deeply, his voice respectful.

"Then I shall take my leave."

Qin Mu waved his hand.

Liu Bai turned and disappeared into the shadows of the passageway.

Qin Mu turned his head and looked at Han Zhong and his family of four.

Liu Ruolan was still squatting beside Han Zhong, tears streaming silently down her face.

Han Xin'er stood beside her mother, her back ramrod straight, her eyes red-rimmed.

Han Qin'er leaned against her father's chest, her little face buried in his chest, her shoulders still trembling slightly.

Qin Mu's voice rang out.

"Madam Liu, are you finished talking?"