Let Me Explain, Fairy
Chapter 990 - 612 Information

Chapter 990: Chapter 612 Information

Seeing this person, with whom he had only a brief acquaintance, here was indeed a surprise for Xu Yuan.

Because as a spy buried in the high ranks of the Secret Investigation Department working for the Prime Minister’s Mansion, Huang Shiwei could not possibly have been deployed to the Western Desert as reinforcement.

But the surprise lasted only for a moment.

The information that subconsciously came together in his mind quickly led him to deduce the purpose of this righteous-looking, sturdy man’s visit.

Without waiting for the other party to speak, Xu Yuan half-closed his eyes and promptly asked:

"Is it because something went wrong at the imperial prison?"

In response to this question, Huang Shiwei did not immediately answer. His rough, thick palm grazed the wooden grain on the counter to activate the Formation, casting a wary glance outside the door, he spoke in a transmitted voice:

"Third Young Master, please, let us talk in the inner hall."

Having said this, his towering figure shifted slightly, and he gestured towards the curtain behind the counter.

Walking around the counter and lifting the curtain, they entered the back hall.

Since the slave market operated on the fringes of Dayan’s laws, ordinary slave shops were typically divided into two parts: the front hall for receiving guests and negotiating business, and the back hall for storing "merchandise" and inspection.

Guests, after discussing related matters with the manager in the front hall, would be led to the back hall to examine the goods.

Upon entering, Xu Yuan’s brows involuntarily furrowed slightly.

The back hall was a narrow passageway, where one could see, through the extremely dim light, that both sides seemed to have cages like prisons, though these cages were currently covered with hide blankets resembling shrouds.

Xu Yuan casually lifted a corner of the hide blanket and, after seeing the crowded scene inside, he frowned and averted his gaze.

Inside, he saw pairs of eyes filled with hatred, fear, or lifelessness.

It was somewhat reminiscent of the 16th-century slave ships in movies from his previous life.

Even though the room was sprinkled with some fragrance, it still couldn’t cover up the foul stench mixed from all sorts of human bodily secretions in the air.

Just as he was pondering, the strapping man leading the way handed over a handkerchief, his voice deep and mellow:

"The slave blankets are filthy and have dirtied your hand, Third Young Master."

Xu Yuan raised an eyebrow, took the handkerchief, and while wiping off the grease from his fingertips, he asked softly:

"Are the conditions in these human markets... always so deplorable?"

Huang Shiwei spoke in a voice as calm and deep as ever:

"Third Young Master, the Tatar servants you saw within Dayan Territory have already gone through rigorous selection, whereas Zhenxi Prefecture City is the first transit point for selling Tatar People. The Xia Group captures slaves in the Great Desert and congregates them here in Zhenxi Prefecture to sell to slave traders. With the vast numbers and varied quality, the conditions naturally do not compare to those in the human markets within Dayan Territory."

"...."

Wholesale market.....

This term flashed subconsciously through Xu Yuan’s mind. A black flame sprung up in his hand, incinerating the handkerchief with the wiped-off stains, and he spoke softly:

"If I had not seen it with my own eyes, such a scene would indeed be difficult to imagine. Yet, these people surely know how to make money..."

Hearing his tone, Huang Shiwei immediately glanced at Xu Yuan’s expression and said in a low voice:

"Third Young Master need not concern himself with this; the Tatar Chao treat our Dayan citizens the same way."

"Concern?"

Locking eyes with the sturdy man for a moment, Xu Yuan smiled faintly and replied:

"I was merely expressing my sentiments. Why would Mr. Huang say such a thing?"

Huang Shiwei diverted his gaze, fell silent for a moment, and then bowed his head:

"Huang Mou has said too much."

Xu Yuan watched the broad back of the man in front of him, shook his head slightly, and said in a soft voice:

"Setting our meeting place in this slave shop must mean you have something to tell me, right?"

The actions of those entangled in the power center of Dayan always had their purposes.

Huang Shiwei was aware of his identity, and even more so of the vast Prime Minister’s Mansion he would inherit in the future. Not taking this opportunity to probe would, in fact, be the real oddity.

The clacking of hard boots on the floor echoed as the two men moved through the narrow corridor.

It seemed that because Xu Yuan’s words were too direct, Huang Shiwei remained silent for a long while before slowly saying:

"The people captured by the Xia Group are not solely targeting the Tatar Chao."

Hearing this, Xu Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly and responded with a light chuckle:

"As a senior official of the Secret Investigation Department, Mr. Huang should have the authority to dispose of these lawbreakers and troublemakers, right?"

Huang Shiwei glanced at the prison cells covered with felt on both sides and said in a measured tone:

"The forces involved in the slave trade are deeply rooted in Dayan Territory, Huang Mou’s words carry little weight, and I can only deal with some minor figures on the surface."

With that said, the two of them had already reached the end of the corridor.

Lifting the curtain for Xu Yuan, the interior light spilled into the dim space, casting on the edges of his square and honest face, Huang Shiwei stared at the noble Third Young Master behind him for a moment, then slowly bowed his head.

Passing by the obedient and burly men, Xu Yuan glanced at him but did not express any reaction to his previous statement.

Lou Ji, the old aunt, once said that Huang Shiwei was once a person like Xu Mengxi.

The matters Huang Shiwei spoke of now, can be understood as his political aspirations or ideals.

Pleading for the common people...

For a moment, Xu Yuan really wanted to give his consent, but he still held back.

Commands without a basis in reality all turn into empty words.

As soon as an order is issued from above, the subordinates immediately come up with hundreds of corresponding strategies.

The moment he entered the inner room, the suffocating air in the corridor was immediately isolated by the Formation.

The layout was simple and clear, a desk for documents, two chairs, and a bookshelf.

Sitting in one of the chairs, Xu Yuan gestured to the empty seat across by lifting his hand:

"Mr. Huang, let’s talk about business now."

Walking slowly forward, but not sitting down, Huang Shiwei stood in front of the desk as usual, seemingly unaffected by the previous setback, and after a slight choice of words, he said slowly:

"What the Young Master said is true, Huang Mou’s reason for coming to Zhenxi Prefecture is indeed due to some changes in the royal prison."

"It seems that Qin Weishu has escaped from prison, and he even successfully obtained what they wanted?"

"The Young Master’s foresight is indeed divine," Huang Shiwei gave a slight bow.

Xu Yuan waved off this insincere flattery with a light gesture and asked in a serious tone:

"I remember, I should have informed you of Qin Weishu’s intelligence in advance."

Huang Shiwei’s eyes, calm and composed, replied:

"To answer the Young Master, his escape was actually orchestrated by Lady Lou Ji."

Xu Yuan’s expression slightly relaxed upon hearing this:

"So the old woman plans to cast a long line to catch a big fish... and she caught it?"

"Hooked, and their destination is precisely the Western Desert."

"..."

Hearing this information, Xu Yuan pondered for a moment, then asked:

"What was the reason for Qin Weishu’s imprisonment?"

"For a heart."

"What?"

"For the heart of a prisoner within the royal jail."

Huang Shiwei took out a portrait scroll from his bosom and spread it out on the desk: "By the time we discovered it, the hearts of the Qin Family’s Second Young Master and this person had both vanished."

After glancing at the portrait, Xu Yuan’s pupils suddenly contracted, his voice filled with surprise and uncertainty:

"This person... is he the former king of Tatar Chao?"