PFC Chapter 243 The Identity of the Two People
Chapter 243 The Identity of the Two People
Chapter 243 The Two People's Identities
As they approached, the two figures gradually became clearer in everyone's eyes.
At the same time, a dagger quietly appeared in Xie Yan's hand, which was hidden in her sleeve.
Although the face is not clearly visible, judging from the back view, the person on the left is tall and upright, and is obviously the young master of the Holy Sun Cult.
So the relatively thin man standing next to him must be the "master" everyone was talking about.
Sensing the approach of someone, the young master of the Holy Sun Church showed no reaction, but another person slowly turned around.
He was an older man, thin but dressed in luxurious robes, exuding an air of nobility and arrogance in every gesture, and carrying the subtle authority of someone in a high position.
Xie Yan only had time to glance at them before joining the others in bowing respectfully to the two.
The middle-aged man waved his hand, indicating that everyone should dispense with formalities.
"Thank you for your hard work."
After everyone's attention returned to him, he slowly asked again, "How is the situation?"
Song Yunzheng lowered her eyes and replied respectfully, "It is our honor to serve you, sir."
"Yesterday we..."
After raising her head again, Xie Yan bypassed the two people in front of her and focused her attention on what was behind them.
There was also an offering table there.
However, instead of worshipping the earth god, they offered a portrait.
A portrait of Emperor Taizu that was exactly the same as the one he had seen in the palace.
Rather, this is the portrait in the palace.
Xie Yan's gaze fell on the lower right corner of the portrait, where there was a very familiar charred and damaged area—
That was when I was a child and went to pay respects to the ancestors; I accidentally burned myself while my hand was slipping.
Besides him, who else escaped from the palace during that fire?
Xie Yan frowned, looked away, and focused her attention back on the two people in front of the offering table.
"So, that bastard from the Chu family also ran away?"
"Yes."
Faced with the middle-aged man's cold questioning, Song Yunzheng bowed slightly and nodded calmly, "Although he escaped, he has already suffered considerable injuries under our encirclement and suppression."
Upon hearing a certain word, Xie Yan's gaze darkened, and she glanced at Song Yunzheng.
Song Yunzheng glanced over as if she had noticed something, curled her lips into a smile, and added, "Now that the city gates are sealed off, Wu Li is leading his men to search the entire city. I think good news will come soon."
As soon as he finished speaking, the middle-aged man snorted with dissatisfaction, his slightly sharp eyes sweeping over everyone's faces.
His gaze always carried an air of superiority and arrogance, just like the royal relatives Xie Yan had met in the palace. Because of their noble status, they always looked at others with a sense of superiority and disdain.
"What a bunch of useless trash! You can't even handle such a small number of people, what use are you?!"
Faced with the middle-aged man's incessant rebukes, everyone lowered their eyes and remained silent, their expressions varied.
"okay."
Just then, the young master of the Holy Sun Cult interrupted him, saying coldly, "The capture is of utmost importance. We must deal with these people as soon as possible and prevent them from spreading the news."
Even while speaking, this person kept his back to the crowd, only slightly raising his head, as if he were always looking at the portrait of the founding emperor.
But today, the young leader of the Church of Saint Sun does not seem to be wearing that mask that appears to be welded to his face.
The crowd didn't get too close; from Xie Yan's direction, they could only see a glimpse of his profile.
After receiving the words of the young master of the Holy Sun Cult, the man's expression finally softened somewhat.
He ignored everyone else and turned to look at the young master of the Holy Sun Cult.
His expression changed, becoming kind and gentle, and his tone strangely carried a hint of elder's affection, "Child, we're just one step away."
"Soon, you will be able to reclaim your position from those treacherous officials and allow my Fu family to regain control of the country."
Xie Yan's eyes twitched.
So this young master is the Fu family prince who was hidden away by the Holy Sun Cult?!
Seeing that the people around him remained calm, and some even seemed to be secretly excited, it was clear that they had known about the young master's identity for a long time.
But why...
Xie Yan narrowed her eyes slightly and surveyed the young master's back from top to bottom, quite certain that she could not find any trace of familiarity in this person.
Looking at this person from left to right, his behavior and tone of voice don't seem to be his plastic brother at all.
But upon closer inspection, the profile of that face has a strangely familiar feel to it.
No matter how curious Xie Yan was, the man who was suspected to be her brother remained standing with his hands behind his back, showing no intention of turning around.
On the contrary, he was so engrossed in watching that he almost attracted the attention of others.
Xie Yan had no choice but to look away, lowering her eyes to look at her own shadow, which was barely visible in the dim candlelight, as she fell to the ground. The doubts in her heart grew deeper and deeper.
The one-sided conversation between the two continued.
Xie Yan listened quietly, gleaning the middle-aged man's identity from their snippets of conversation.
It turned out that he was Fukangnian, the prefect of this place, and the only remaining descendant of a collateral branch of the Fu family in Fu Village.
No wonder he went to such lengths to help the Holy Sun Cult stir up trouble in Jinlin, and why he treated the young master of the Holy Sun Cult with such an attitude.
After all, although the bloodline is thin, he is the young master's only relative in this world.
That is, assuming Xie Yan doesn't exist.
So, could it be that Fukangnian was truly the leader of the Holy Sun Church?
A cold glint flashed in Xie Yan's eyes, and a thousand thoughts raced through her mind in an instant.
The blade that had been pressed against his skin in his hand turned slightly and silently.
Just as he was about to make a move, Song Yunzheng suddenly spoke up, saying, "If you two have no further instructions, I shall take my leave now."
"The cult leader still has some matters to attend to."
The cult leader is someone else!
Xie Yan froze, hastily withdrawing the dagger that had already spun halfway around.
Because he pulled it off too quickly, it left a scar on his arm.
He looked at Song Yunzheng, whose face was calm.
Is this person... reminding him?
Although he didn't know why, if Song Yunzheng hadn't reminded him, his impulsive act would have ruined their plans.
He was indeed getting a little impatient.
Xie Yan let out a soft breath. After calming down, he thought about it and was sure that he had never seen or heard of this person in the palace back then.
Fukangnian could never have foreseen the destruction of the Fu imperial family and arrived at the palace in advance to take the prince away from the fire.
"Alright, go do your own thing." Fu Kangnian coldly dismissed them.
"Yes."
Xie Yan echoed the others and followed in Song Yunzheng's footsteps.