Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 439: Not Letting Go

After subduing the prisoner, Song Chunlin launched a flare. This thing had just been looted from the academy not long ago, and he didn't expect it to come in handy so soon. He didn't know when the people from the Ministry of Justice and Jingzhao Prefecture would arrive.

Song Chunlin held the young master and sat aside. He did not feed the child with spiritual spring water. After thinking about it, he took some ash and rubbed it on the child's face. Although the kidnapping time was not long, he would not miss such an opportunity to gain misery. He could take the opportunity to blackmail the emperor and ask for some reward for the child. He couldn't let the child suffer in vain.

The snow-white face was already a little dirty, and now after being wiped by Song Chunlin, it became even dirtier, turning into a dirty bag. At this time, the prefect of Jingzhao finally arrived with his men. When he saw Song Chunlin, he hurriedly bowed and saluted before he even had time to catch his breath.

Song Chunlin turned his back and did not receive the attack. Instead, he pointed at the prisoner on the ground and told the prefect of Jingzhao that was the prisoner.

"There was poison in his mouth, but I've already taken it out. I'll hand it over to the Ministry of Justice for investigation later when they arrive. As for you, sir, I'll just have to help clean up the mess."

The aftermath that Song Chunlin mentioned was dealing with the corpses, but to the ears of the Jingzhao prefect and his yamen runners, it felt like they were being looked down upon, so some people were not very happy.

The Jingzhao prefect bowed and said, "Young Master Song, you are joking. This involves human trafficking, so it must be handed over to the Jingzhao prefect. Please hand over the abducted child to us so that I can help him find his family."

Song Chunlin heard the toughness in the words of the Jingzhao prefect, and even some yamen runners tried to snatch the young master away. Song Chunlin dodged the man's outstretched hands with a cold face, and spoke again, his tone had become cold.

"You can't find this child's family. Please cooperate with me and the Ministry of Justice in investigating the case."

The expression of the prefect of Jingzhao also became subtle. He had always liked this country bumpkin too much, thinking that he could achieve his current achievements purely because of his good luck and brute force. In fact, he looked down on Song Chunlin in essence. Now he was only treating Song Chunlin well because of the national protection token that Song Chunlin had. If he didn't have this thing, who would want to bother with such a wild boy?

Seeing that the child in Song Chunlin's arms was dressed in ordinary clothes, he thought he was just a child from an ordinary family. He secretly criticized this wild boy for mobilizing such a large number of troops for an ordinary citizen and even killing people in the street. He would definitely join forces with the censor to report him, and it would be best if he could strip him of his title so that he could no longer give him orders.

The prefect of Jingzhao had his own plans in mind, but he became more respectful in his words.

"Young Master Song, you're joking. Even if this child has no family, there are people from the Charity Bureau to take over. Why would we bother you, old man?"

The yamen runners around him also echoed their superiors: "That's right, Young Master Song, you must be tired of holding the child. Please give the child to us quickly. We will send the child to the Charity Bureau right away."

Song Chunlin dodged the arms stretched out by these people again. Feeling impatient, he was also wondering why the people from the Ministry of Justice had not come yet. This place was closer to the Ministry of Justice than the Jingzhao Prefecture Governor, so how could they be so slow?

In fact, it is not really the fault of the Ministry of Justice for being slow. The main reason is that Song Chunlin shot and killed more than a dozen people in the street. Not to mention the common people, even the people from the Ministry of Justice took a breath when they saw it. With so many deaths, the case will definitely fall to the Ministry of Justice in the end. The Jingzhao prefect just cooperated with the process, so they came so quickly. The people from the Ministry of Justice were still dealing with the bodies and the scene on another street at this time.

After seeing the signal flare, they subconsciously asked the Jingzhao prefect to take his men first, and they would come later.

However, neither side expected that Song Chunlin would not give in at all and insisted that the people from the Ministry of Justice take over the case. The prefect of Jingzhao felt that he was being looked down upon, and the atmosphere became increasingly tense.

"Young Master Song, let me be frank. You have neither official status nor the imperial order. Matters like handling cases should be left to us. Why do you, a Madam Sima, have to interfere in our affairs?"

Song Chunlin snorted coldly. He originally planned to tell this person that the person he saved was Prince Linyuan, the only remaining bloodline of King Linyuan. This was a serious matter that might also affect the changes in border guards. This was not a case that Jingzhao Prefecture could handle. But now seeing the other party's attitude, Song Chunlin no longer wanted to pay attention to these people, so he even stepped on the person who was strangled to the ground to prevent them from taking him away.

He stepped on the prisoner with one foot, holding the young master in his arms, and his voice became even colder.

"I've already told you this isn't a case you can handle. Wait for the people from the Ministry of Justice to come. I can only hand the person over to the Ministry of Justice now."

The prefect of Jingzhao was so angry at his series of actions that his hands were shaking. He was the prefect of Jingzhao, but he couldn't even order a farmer who didn't even have a rank?

This was simply intolerable, so with trembling hands, he asked the yamen runners to come forward and prepare to forcibly snatch the child from Song Chunlin's arms.

Song Chunlin kicked a yamen runner away and said, "You bastard, do you dare to try again?"

Because the other party was determined to take the child away, Song Chunlin felt that this person was more and more suspicious. Could he be an undercover sent by the enemy in order to divert the young master in another way?

Thinking of this, Song Chunlin kicked even harder, one by one, sending all the yamen runners flying to the ground.

Seeing that the people he brought with him were so vulnerable, the Jingzhao prefect was so angry that his face turned red and he actually started to ignore them.

"Everyone, get up, come on, grab the child from his arms! Damn it, I don't believe it. He's just a little bastard. What can you do to me even if I go directly to the Charity Bureau? You've offended me for such a little bastard, Song Chunlin, have you forgotten who you are?"

"Who is he? Why do I need you to remind me?" A cold male voice sounded behind the Jingzhao prefect. The Jingzhao prefect's body stiffened and he didn't dare to look back.

But Gu Fengyun didn't tolerate him. He walked forward quickly and when he saw half of the face of the child in Song Chunlin's arms, he immediately knew who the child was.

He reached out and took the child. Seeing that the child was pale and had a pouting mouth, as if he was in great pain, and his face was dirty, he suddenly became even angrier.

"I've met Lord Gu. I'm here to investigate a case, but Young Master Song refuses to hand the child over to us. Isn't this just a waste of time?"

"Delaying things?" Gu Fengyun's face turned even colder when he thought of what he had just heard.

"Where did you say you were going to send this child?"

"The Charity Bureau." The prefect of Jingzhao didn't quite understand and just repeated what he had just said.

"Young Master Song said that this child's family can't be found, so he's an orphan. Orphans should naturally be sent to the Charity Bureau."