Chapter 556 - 367: Xuan, That Man in the Palace Is Not Your Father!

Chapter 556: Chapter 367: Xuan, That Man in the Palace Is Not Your Father!

Lu Xuyang writhed on the ground like a dead dog, his two legs already completely twisted and deformed, and the luxurious dark yellow python robe soaked in blood.

Lu Xuan put away the Dragon Tail Whip, his gaze cold as ice.

When he turned and walked towards the prison, the originally arrogant imperial guards all stepped aside to make a path, not daring to make a sound.

Meanwhile, Lu Xuyang, convulsing on the ground, showed more than just pain in his eyes... an indescribable fear.

He finally realized that the one he had provoked was no longer the foolish and lecherous elder brother Crown Prince from before...

"Please rise, Grandmother."

Lu Xuan gently brushed the sleeve of his deep purple dragon robe, a soft golden light rippling out like gentle waves.

Mrs. Peng felt a warm power gently lifting her up.

Along with her, all the Peng Family members behind her also stood up involuntarily.

Chen Denglou and other soldiers finally woke up from a dream, hurriedly kneeling with one knee down, the sound of armor colliding echoed: "This humble general greets the Crown Prince!"

The sound was thunderous, yet Lu Xuan merely waved his hand casually.

His gaze, sharp as lightning, scanned over those imperial guards kneeling on the ground, finally resting on the dark entrance of the prison.

"Lead the way."

"I want to see..."

Lu Xuan’s voice was soft, yet made everyone’s heart tighten: "What kind of crime did Grandfather commit that Father would mobilize such forces..."

As the last word fell, the heavy iron door at the front of the prison suddenly opened with a loud "boom."

It was as if even this eerie prison was bowing to this Crown Prince of the Wenjing Dynasty...

Seeing this, Chen Denglou’s burly body suddenly trembled, his face beneath the golden helmet instantly turning ashen.

The simple words of the Crown Prince seemed to carry supreme pressure, making this old general of the battlefield instinctively straighten his spine.

"As you command!"

Chen Denglou responded, his voice trembling, as his golden war boots clanged together.

Taking a deep breath, as he turned to lead the way, the golden armor leaves emitted a crisp sound.

He knew better than anyone that his action at this moment was equivalent to openly defying the imperial mandate!

But faced with this Crown Prince who suddenly displayed a cultivation of extraordinary martial arts, he couldn’t muster a thought of resistance.

"Crown Prince, please follow this humble general..."

Chen Denglou’s voice was reverent to the point of piety.

He cautiously fell half a step behind, his back bending into a humble arc.

This subtle change in posture caused a shock in the hearts of everyone present.

Just half an hour ago, this iron-blooded general had been strictly enforcing the emperor’s prohibition!

Lu Xuan, with a calm demeanor, stepped forward, while the guards and soldiers bowed on the ground dared not even lift their heads.

Under the whole heaven, perhaps the only one who could make the soldiers willingly defy the imperial decree was this unfathomable Crown Prince...

Mrs. Peng’s cloudy eyes were instantly covered with a layer of mist upon seeing Lu Xuan.

Her wrinkled hands tightly clutched the hem of her clothes; this elderly woman who had weathered many hardships now felt like a helpless child, tears rolling down her furrowed cheeks.

"Xuan..."

She trembled as she uttered this affectionate name, her voice choking to the point of being almost inaudible.

The Peng Family members behind her also had reddened eyes — they had experienced too much despair in recent days.

When the royal father-in-law Peng Lie was suddenly thrown into prison, the first person they thought of was this Crown Prince in whose veins ran the blood of the Peng Family.

But who would have thought...

"Xuan, we can’t even get past the palace gates!"

The eldest son of the Peng Family clenched his fists, his eyes full of bloodshot lines, "Those damned imperial guards, saying we can’t enter without the emperor’s decree..."

Let alone entering the Eastern Palace!

The daughters-in-law of the Peng Family were also sobbing; the infants in their arms seemed to sense their mothers’ sorrow and joined in crying.

Mrs. Peng recalled those humiliating days — kneeling outside the palace gates day after day, unable to even catch a glimpse of the Crown Prince’s garment.

The hard blades and spears of the guards, the towering shadows of the palace walls, and the derisive gazes of the officials — all seemed like nightmares that wouldn’t fade.

Until now, seeing her reliable grandson like a mountain, Mrs. Peng finally dared to cry aloud.

All grievances, fear, and despair poured out with her tears.

She trembled as she extended her hand, wanting to touch Lu Xuan’s garment, yet fearing it was all an illusion...

Lu Xuan’s eyes flashed with golden light, gently holding his grandmother’s withered hand.

The warm touch made Mrs. Peng’s whole body tremble — it was real!

Her grandson, the Crown Prince, Xuan, had truly arrived!

As Lu Xuan and his party were about to step into the depths of the prison, a fawning conversation drifted from the end of the dark passage.

"Royal father-in-law, our head specially sent you this aged flower carving wine..."

"And this freshly made sauced beef, try it while it’s hot..."

Several jailers were seen bending over, cautiously passing a food box into a specially-made cell.

Their faces piled with flattering smiles, starkly contrasting their usual fierce looks.

"Thoughtful."

From within the cell came Peng Lie’s hoarse yet still powerful voice, "Tell your prison head, if I ever get out of here alive..."

Peng Lie’s calloused fingers gently stroked the newly delivered silk cushion, a hint of bitter smile emerging on his lips.

If it weren’t for his good grandson’s Crown Prince’s reputation still being intact, who would remember him, the "royal father-in-law," in this dark and endless prison?

"Royal father-in-law, this is freshly brewed Misty Tea..."

"Try if this goose down quilt still keeps you warm?"