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Chapter 75 Zeng Lingchen

Zeng Lingchen was shocked to find that after shouting all morning, only a minor official had come.

There was a hint of displeasure in his expression.

"Who are you? Are you an official from the Ministry of Justice?"

Seeing his expression, Shen Yan sighed inwardly.

"The scions of noble families are arrogant, yet no one dares to deflate their pride. Even when they're imprisoned, they're still the masters."

Zeng Lingchen had assumed that if he, the grandson of the prime minister, were imprisoned, the officials of the imperial prison would appear immediately.

Let alone serving you hand and foot, surely you should at least show some concern and care?

It is quite strange that he has been imprisoned for half a day now and no officials from the Ministry of Justice have come to visit him.

Just as Shen Yan was about to tell him to shut up, or else he would definitely make him spend time in jail.

The jailers were afraid of his background and status, but Shen Yan was not. After his internal strength improved greatly, he was even more confident.

Although I don't know exactly how strong I am now, I think I should be able to rival a sixth-rank martial artist without any problem.

Why should I fear a grandson born out of wedlock from a prominent family? In terms of background, I am not without foundation myself.

The more he demonstrates his abilities, the more the Shen family will value him.

At this time.

Zeng Wenyuan ran over.

"Ling Chen, I'm sorry to have to put you in such a difficult situation. I'll have someone arrange the best cell for you right away."

When Zeng Lingchen saw him, his brows furrowed, as if he was thinking about this person.

"Are you... an official from the Ministry of Justice?"

"I am Zeng Wenyuan, the grandson of Zeng Huan, your great-grandfather's cousin. I am now the prison warden of the Imperial Prison. You should call me your uncle."

Zeng Wenyuan spoke with a smile, appearing to be looking after a younger generation.

Unfortunately, Zeng Lingchen didn't appreciate it at all, and said in a nonchalant tone:

"Oh, so you're just a distant relative. I thought it was an official from the Ministry of Justice who wanted to release me; there was no need to change my cell. I just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible."

Zeng Wenyuan's face flushed red upon hearing his words; he hadn't expected Zeng Lingchen to be so indifferent.

Seeing this, Shen Yan couldn't help but laugh out loud.

The two of them turned to look at each other simultaneously.

Shen Yan said, "I just remembered something funny. You two chat, I won't bother you for long."

He left with a smile and went to the cell to drink, but the two men's voices could still be heard.

After his internal strength improved greatly, his senses became even sharper.

Every blade of grass and every tree in the world seems to be closely related to me; this feeling is too wonderful.

Zeng Wenyuan knew how formidable Shen Yan was, so he acted as if nothing had happened and didn't want to provoke him.

But Lingchen had never seen anyone dare to laugh at him to his face. Even if they weren't obsequious, they were still very respectful.

His expression immediately became agitated, and he shouted at Zeng Wenyuan.

"Who is that person? Go and bring him back to me."

Upon hearing his words, Zeng Wenyuan rushed to the prison gate and told him to stop talking.

Seeing Zeng Wenyuan's expression, he said with a gloomy face:

"You call yourself a member of the Zeng family? How come you can't even manage a subordinate?"

"Young master, you have no idea how wicked Shen Yan is. Anyone who has a grudge against him is either dead or exiled. He's the last person you should mess with in the imperial prison."

After Zeng Wenyuan recounted Shen Yan's past to Zeng Lingchen, he looked surprised and exclaimed:

"Shen Yan?! Is he the infamous nemesis of the Heavenly Prison? Is he really that sinister?!"

"Not only that, but since he arrived at the Heavenly Prison, there have been more incidents than in the past ten years. Many people have tried to win him over, but he has refused. He clearly stated that he only wants to stay in the Heavenly Prison, like a rock in a latrine, smelly and hard. Who would be foolish enough to provoke him?"

Zeng Lingchen had also heard of Shen Yan's great name, but he never expected that the handsome man with a sunny face would actually be a jinx. It's true that you can't judge a book by its cover.

He looked at the appalling conditions of the cell, the insects everywhere, and his brow twitched.

Having grown up in luxury, how could he have endured such hardship?

"When will Ding Anzhi come to let me out?"

"This...this...Young master, please be patient, it should be soon. If you have any needs, you can tell the jailer."

Zeng Wenyuan knew that his affairs were not so simple, and now rumors of his romantic escapades had begun to circulate among the people.

It's obvious that someone is behind this, and the dirty deeds of these high-ranking families are exactly what the common people love to hear.

It spread very quickly and had a wider impact than the Yan Biao incident.

After all, many people have long been numb to the rampant bullying of these young scoundrels.

Many versions have now been compiled.

For example, Yunniang was Zeng Lingchen's childhood sweetheart, and the two were deeply in love. However, Yunniang's father married her off to Zeng Lingchen's father in order to curry favor with the powerful.

Yunniang secretly met with Zeng Lingchen to persuade him to elope with her. After being rejected, they argued, and Yunniang was pushed into a well by Zeng Lingchen.

Shen Yan was somewhat angry upon hearing their conversation.

"A jinx?! Who gave me that name? What's so eerie about me?!"

I simply stopped eavesdropping on their conversation, thinking there might be some hidden story.

He thought of the worm that had sneaked into his body last night and felt a little worried.

I plan to go see Li Jianzhong to find out what it is and ask him if there's any way to get rid of it.

Li Jianzhong had several rooms next to the warehouse, which he used as his daily living quarters and places to brew medicine.

His clinic was closed immediately after he was imprisoned.

Shen Yan knew why he was willing to stay.

Because there are many prisoners in the imperial prison, no one will bother him if he dies.

The jailer would only say that the man was too weak to withstand the torture, but would never question his medical skills.

Li Jianzhong was very fond of researching all sorts of strange and unusual prescriptions, and often used death row inmates in the imperial prison to test the medicines.

Thinking they were acting discreetly, they were unaware that everyone in the prison already knew.

No one exposed him, because his medical skills were indeed superb.

Since Li Jianzhong came to the prison, medical expenses have been reduced by more than half.

As for death row inmates, nobody cares. They were going to die anyway. Dying in the dungeon and having a complete corpse is a bargain for them.

Shen Yan arrived at Li Jianzhong's pharmacy. This was his first time visiting the place since it had been given to Li Jianzhong.

The air was thick with the smell of herbs, and there were snakes, insects, rats, and ants—both dead and alive.

Although the room was very bright, it sent chills down one's spine upon entering; the environment was truly eerie.

Li Jianzhong was engrossed in something and didn't notice Shen Yan's arrival.

Shen Yan coughed lightly.

Li Jianzhong didn't even look up.

"Lord Shen, what brings you here?"

"What would you do here? You must be sick to come here."

Upon hearing this, he immediately put down what he was doing.

Li Jianzhong looked at Shen Yan with some excitement; he had long been curious about him.

He guessed that Shen Yan's physique must be quite special.

Shen Yan's visit to him for medical treatment was exactly what he wanted.

When he arrived at Shen Yan's side, he circled around him and examined him closely.

"You don't look sick. Hold out your hand, let me take your pulse."

After he finished taking her pulse, her expression became even more troubled.

"Judging from your pulse, it's steady and strong; you could kill a bull without any problem. Are you trying to trick me?"

Moreover, he sensed that the flow of true qi in Shen Yan's meridians was extraordinary.

He was utterly shocked: "Is Shen Yan already a mid-level third-grade martial artist? What did he eat to cultivate so quickly?"