Chapter 185 : Chapter 185
Chapter 185: Ninth Rank? How Impressive. I Killed One Just Ten Days Ago
In a cell deep within the Imperial Prison.
Ning Cen half-reclined on a clean, thick straw mat, with a soft mattress laid beneath him.
Empty wine bottles and roasted chicken bones were scattered all over the ground.
As he lay there.
He suddenly jumped up, looked outside the cell, and began shouting loudly.
“Hurry and bring wine for this young lord! Otherwise, I will smash this Imperial Prison of yours!”
With that roar, his voice echoed between the cells.
The prisoners in the other cells looked over.
This fellow was about to torment the Jinyiwei again. They were all prisoners, yet just because he had a different father, how could the difference between them be so great?
“What are you looking at?! Look again, and I will have someone gouge your eyes out!”
Ning Cen noticed the gazes of the other prisoners and immediately shouted angrily.
The others hurriedly withdrew their gazes and hid themselves.
When this man ordered the Jinyiwei to deal with someone, the Jinyiwei would truly do it!
In the next moment.
Rapid footsteps came from not far away.
A Jinyiwei in charge of guarding the prisoners came running over in a fawning hurry with a jug of wine. He lowered his brows and eyes as he handed over the wine jug.
“Young Lord Ning, the wine is here!”
He was someone Duke Dingguo had specially arranged to serve Ning Cen, always ready to obey his commands.
Ning Cen grabbed the wine jug through the cell bars and drank straight from its mouth.
But in the next moment.
“Pfft!”
He spat a mouthful of wine onto that Jinyiwei.
“Useless thing! Why is this wine cold? Warm another jug for me, or this young lord will kill your whole family!”
Ning Cen roared, and the wine jug smashed against the Jinyiwei’s body, shattering into pieces.
“Yes, I will go warm it for you right away, Young Lord.”
The Jinyiwei hurriedly ran off again in a fawning panic.
Ning Cen looked at the shocked gazes of the surrounding prisoners, revealed a smug smile, and lay down again.
Then he began shouting arrogantly.
“Who dares disobey this young lord’s words? If I say I will kill his whole family, then I will kill his whole family. If not for that little wench last time having such a stubborn temper, choosing death rather than submission, and also being the daughter of some Judicial Inspector, with her father taking the matter before His Majesty, how would this young lord have fallen to this place?”
As he spoke of the reason he had ended up in the Imperial Prison.
Ning Cen gnashed his teeth.
“Why has my father not fished me out yet? Once I get out, I will kill that old dog surnamed Song to vent my anger. He dared to speak nonsense about me before His Majesty. He is simply courting death!”
When the other prisoners heard this, they shrank back even further.
Not only could this man act like a lord inside the Imperial Prison, he could even take revenge on the person who had sent him into the Imperial Prison after he got out.
They could not afford to provoke him. They truly could not afford to provoke him!
Not long after.
The previous Jinyiwei came running back with the wine, even bringing several plates of dishes to go with it.
“Young Lord, the wine has been warmed.”
In his haste.
He did not even notice the two figures behind him.
“What took you so long?! Do you want to be transferred to the depths of the Imperial Prison and keep company with vicious fiends?”
Ning Cen raised his eyebrows and began threatening him the moment he opened his mouth.
The Jinyiwei was so frightened that his whole body trembled, and he almost spilled the things in his hands.
The depths of the Imperial Prison were where powerful martial criminals of the most vicious and heinous sort were imprisoned. If a small fry like him was transferred there, he would absolutely die without a burial place!
He hurriedly offered up the wine.
“Young Lord Ning, spare my life!”
But before he could hand the items over to Ning Cen, a hand suddenly appeared and grabbed the wine jug.
“Hundred-Household Commander Song?!”
Song Nian gripped the wine jug tightly, glanced coldly at the Jinyiwei, and then fixed his gaze firmly on Ning Cen.
“What are you doing? This is the important ground of the Imperial Prison. How can a prisoner drink wine?”
The Jinyiwei who had delivered the wine immediately knelt on the ground and kowtowed.
He did not dare say a single word more.
He could not afford to offend a Hundred-Household Commander, and he could not afford to offend Young Lord Ning either. He could only keep kowtowing.
“Who snatched this young lord’s wine?!”
When Ning Cen saw that someone had seized his wine, he jumped up from the straw mat.
After seeing Song Nian clearly, the corners of his mouth immediately curled up wildly, and he revealed an expression of extreme arrogance.
“I was wondering who it was. So it was Hundred-Household Commander Song. I trust you have been well!”
Song Nian stared fixedly at Ning Cen without speaking, as though he wished he could carve the flesh off Ning Cen’s body with his eyes.
“Speak!”
Ning Cen suddenly shouted, “Why is Hundred-Household Commander Song acting so distant? If not for your younger sister failing to appreciate my favor, I might have had to call you Elder Brother-in-Law!”
The moment these words came out.
Song Nian’s eyes instantly turned completely red, and he roared,
“You still dare mention my younger sister!”
“Haha.”
Ning Cen laughed loudly. “Can this young lord not even mention a dead person? Why did I not know there was such a rule?”
A dead person!
Song Nian’s entire body tensed. He stared firmly at Ning Cen and shouted sharply, “Say that again and see what happens!”
Amid his furious roar.
Spittle sprayed onto the other party’s face.
The smile on Ning Cen’s face froze. His expression then became utterly calm, and blood-red madness flashed through his eyes.
“If I do not mention her, then I will not mention her. You, open the door for me!”
The Jinyiwei who was still kowtowing at the side immediately rose and used the key to open the cell door.
The cell door opened.
Ning Cen retreated to the straw mat and sat cross-legged. He looked straight at Song Nian, his gaze incomparably sinister, while the aura of a Late Sixth Rank martial artist erupted from him.
“Get in here. Kneel down and pour wine for this young lord!”
“Impossible. You are dreaming!”
Song Nian’s feet trembled under the pressure of that aura, and his eyes almost spat flames.
“Whether you pour it or not is up to you.”
A cold, eerie light flashed in Ning Cen’s eyes, and he looked utterly unconcerned.
“Then after this young lord gets out, your old mother at home in Changle Lane, and your six-year-old younger sister, will have to go meet someone...”
“You!”
Song Nian’s whole body trembled. Boundless fury rose from his spine, only to be suppressed by an icy chill of despair.
Duke Dingguo’s only son had killed his younger sister.
If he wanted to kill Song Nian’s other family members, it would definitely not be difficult...
Song Nian lowered his head in incomparable humiliation and carried the wine into the cell.
Ning Cen revealed a smug cold smile. “That is more like it, is it not? It is not good to anger this young lord.”
Song Nian’s whole body trembled, and his hand slowly moved toward his Xiuchun Saber.
Father, Mother, this child is unfilial!
How could he suffer such humiliation this time? In order not to implicate his family, there was only suicide.
But right then.
A figure appeared. He suddenly reached out and seized the wine jug, his dark gaze falling upon Ning Cen.
Ning Cen froze. Who was this now?
“Why is there another person here? Never mind. You can come kneel and pour wine for this young lord too—”
Crack!
The wine jug had still been intact one moment, but in the next, it shattered against Ning Cen’s face.
The scene seemed to freeze for an instant.
“Who are you?! You are courting death—mmph, mmph, mmph!!”
Just as Ning Cen began roaring, a Xiuchun Saber was suddenly inserted into his mouth, and blood flowed from his mouth.
Cheng Yu withdrew the Xiuchun Saber, grabbed Ning Cen by the throat, and slammed him against the wall.
“Were you just saying that I was courting death?”
Song Nian stood as still as a wooden chicken, staring at this scene with his mouth wide open.
“Lord... Lord Cheng...”
Ning Cen’s throat was tightly gripped, and he could not breathe. Using the last of his strength, he squeezed out a threat.
“My father is Duke Dingguo! A Ninth-Rank martial artist! If you dare touch me, he will definitely kill your whole family!”
Song Nian stared blankly at Cheng Yu, an incomparably complicated look flashing through his eyes.
He spoke, “My lord, Duke Dingguo...”
But Cheng Yu seemed not to have heard his words at all.
He revealed a faint, indifferent smile to Ning Cen.
“Ninth Rank? How impressive. I killed one just ten days ago.”