My Silly, Sweet Wife

Chapter 1381 - 1312: Golden Bell Zhu Ming

"Nonsense!"

The Heavenly Patrol.

Hearing Yang Huai’an’s report, Zhu Ming slammed his palm down and shattered the table in front of him.

"You only met that brat called Ye Guichen for the first time, and you just swallow everything he says? He even claimed Situ Jingtian is still alive—such absurd drivel, and you, a Silver Bell, actually believe it?"

With a look of hating iron for not becoming steel, Zhu Ming pointed at Yang Huai’an and cursed, "You really have gone muddle‑headed. You’re clearly a Foundation Establishment expert yourself, yet you insist on believing that kid’s one‑sided story. Tell me this: if he’s connected to the Demon Clan and deliberately lured you in, what then?"

Yang Huai’an had never imagined that just by briefly recounting what had happened in the dry well, Zhu Ming would react this strongly.

"Chief, I’ve thought about what you said, but Mr. Ye doesn’t look like a bad person. Besides, he once saved Shen Lang and the others’ lives." Yang Huai’an had a good impression of Ye Guichen and tried to explain: "And I feel what Mr. Ye said makes some sense. He also said he knows the Second Prince. Dawn is almost here—if we still can’t find the Second Prince, we..."

"Shut up!" Zhu Ming glared at Yang Huai’an. "Yang Huai’an, what am I supposed to say about you? As people of the Heavenly Patrol, the most basic principle is to keep a suspicious mind. But just because he saved Shen Lang’s life and keeps saying he knows the Second Prince, you believe him? You even told him everything that happened in Dragon City! Hmph, utterly preposterous!"

Zhu Ming didn’t want to hear Yang Huai’an’s nonsense at all. He waved his hand directly and said, "Right now, immediately, go arrest that fellow called Ye Guichen and throw him into the dungeon. Hmph, now I’m more inclined to suspect that kid has ties with the Demon Clan. He did all this just to infiltrate us and gather information."

"But..."

"Carry out the order!" Zhu Ming cut Yang Huai’an off. "Don’t tell me you can’t even capture that brat?"

"Yes!" Although Yang Huai’an was unwilling in his heart, he still nodded, turned, and walked out.

Watching Yang Huai’an leave, a cold smile hooked the corner of Zhu Ming’s lips. "Heh heh, truly audacious, daring to walk right into our hands. You probably have no idea that the Heavenly Patrol’s dungeon is a living hell on earth, do you?"

Just as Yang Huai’an stepped out of Zhu Ming’s room, Shen Lang came up to him. "Chief, how did it go?"

Yang Huai’an briefly repeated Zhu Ming’s doubts.

Shen Lang’s eyes went wide. "Chief, how is that possible? How could Mr. Ye be connected to the Demon Clan? We can’t arrest him—if we really throw him in a cell, then... then wouldn’t that be repaying kindness with ingratitude?"

"This is Zhu Jinluo’s order. What can we do?" Yang Huai’an sighed. "Let’s go carry it out first. I believe as long as we talk things through with Mr. Ye, the truth will come to light."

"But, if by any chance..." Shen Lang frowned tightly, completely unwilling to raise a hand against Ye Guichen.

Yang Huai’an gave a bitter smile. "Let’s go."

The two of them found Ye Guichen.

Yang Huai’an said helplessly, "Mr. Ye, may I trouble you to come with me to the dungeon?"

Ye Guichen lifted his head. "What, you want to take me on a tour of your Heavenly Patrol dungeon?"

"It’s like this, I must ask you to endure some grievance..." Yang Huai’an briefly described what had happened, then promised, "Mr. Ye, I guarantee you won’t suffer any mistreatment in the dungeon. If you have no connection to the Demon Clan, then I’ll see you come out safe and sound."

Ye Guichen let out a speechless laugh.

He hadn’t expected that after lending a hand, he would actually be suspected of having ties to the Demon Clan.

"Heh, Yang Yinluo, I understand what you mean. I know this puts you in a tough spot too. But I have no interest in your dungeon. If you suspect me, you can just try and arrest me." Ye Guichen said proudly, "Of course, I’m afraid you might not have that ability."

With that, Ye Guichen stood up. "Since there’s nothing more for me here, I’ll be taking my leave."

"Mr. Ye, Zhu Jinluo has already given the order—you’re not getting out of here." Though Yang Huai’an didn’t want to be Ye Guichen’s enemy, an order from his superior was still an order.

If he didn’t carry it out, it would be insubordination, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

"I’m thinking for your own good as well. I hope Mr. Ye won’t make things hard for us." Yang Huai’an pointed at Ye Guichen and shouted toward the outside, "Men, escort Mr. Ye to the dungeon!"

Whoosh!

More than a dozen Heavenly Patrol experts rushed in from outside.

All of them drew their blades, pointing them at Ye Guichen with anger.

Ye Guichen had long known that court struggles in a nation were like this, but he hadn’t expected that, without having done anything, he’d be wrongfully accused.

If he didn’t have the ability to walk out of the Heavenly Patrol, he really might be treated as a Demon Clan accomplice, not even knowing how he died in the end.

"I don’t want to hurt you." Ye Guichen looked at them without changing expression. "If you don’t want to die, then move aside."

"Mr. Ye, please don’t make things difficult for us!" Yang Huai’an still hoped Ye Guichen would submit peacefully.

Shen Lang was even more torn up inside.

Ye Guichen only gave a calm smile. "If you insist on a fight, then come."

Finishing his words, he walked straight toward the door.

Seeing he couldn’t talk Ye Guichen down, Yang Huai’an had no choice but to shout, "Offense, then!"

He took the lead, swinging a blade down at Ye Guichen.

Ye Guichen didn’t even spare him a glance. His figure moved, easily dodging the strike.

Yang Huai’an’s blade cut only air, and his expression froze for a moment.

He hadn’t used his full strength in that slash just now, nor did he intend to take Ye Guichen’s life, but it still shouldn’t have been so easy to avoid.

And yet, Ye Guichen’s dodge had been as leisurely as a stroll in a courtyard.

"Grab him!"

Before Yang Huai’an could recover from his daze, the Heavenly Patrol men all rushed forward.

Though all of them were at the Foundation Establishment Realm, before Ye Guichen, a Foundation Establishment fifth‑layer expert, they simply didn’t measure up.

One man charged in, blade sweeping down at him.

Ye Guichen turned slightly and struck directly into the man’s armpit.

There was a dull thud, and the man flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground, half his arm already numb.

Then Ye Guichen swept sideways, one leg lashing out and sending another man flying.

After that, with each move he made, Ye Guichen sent another person crashing away.

He hadn’t taken their lives, but left them with no ability to fight back at all.

In less than a minute, everyone trying to block Ye Guichen—aside from Yang Huai’an and Shen Lang—was already lying on the ground, having lost all combat strength.

The situation was practically one‑sided.

Yang Huai’an’s pupils shrank.

He had never imagined that Ye Guichen would be this formidable.

Shen Lang gulped, swallowed hard, and looked at Yang Huai’an in disbelief. "Chief, are you sure the two of us can stop him?"

Yang Huai’an gave an awkward laugh. "Even if we can’t, we’ve done our best."

Shen Lang had just opened his mouth to say something when he saw Yang Huai’an wink at him twice. His expression instantly cleared, and then he suddenly drove his blade straight into his own abdomen. "Mr. Ye, you truly are powerful. But you saved my life—if I raise my hand against you again, that would be unrighteous and disloyal!"

With that, a faint smile tugged at Shen Lang’s lips as he slowly collapsed to the ground.