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Sang Qingxiao was just about to take action when Qilang shouted, "Miss Sang, something's wrong! Look quickly!"
The servants in the manor had lost focus and were rushing towards the prince's residence with alarming fervor. Qilang took charge of the palace guards, instructing some to block the outside while others stood ready inside.
The servants in the courtyard were also experiencing issues; several guards had been injured in the chaos, though only lightly, and they had retaliated by taking a few lives.
At that moment, noise erupted from within the house. Yong Huai slapped his forehead. "No, Li Butler is closest; he's right by the bed." Besides him, there were two maids as well.
A group of frail physicians would hardly be able to stop them! Upon entering the room, they found that the situation was still dire. The physician who had been preparing medicine reacted the fastest; he dealt with both maids—one was scalded with boiling medicine, and another was struck down with a medicinal jar.
Li Butler still retained some semblance of reason. The prince's dagger was already in his hand, poised to slice Qin Junxiang's throat. He struggled to prevent this act with whatever rationality remained.
Li Butler's expression was torn between horror and fear; he muttered about killing him one moment and then trembled as he pleaded for help the next. Yet none of the other Imperial Physicians moved to assist.
Sang Qingxiao internally criticized their ineptitude. No matter how terrifying the controlled individuals were, they were merely three people—two weak women and an elderly man among them. With over ten physicians present, they should have easily handled the situation without needing Sang Qingxiao's intervention.
Yong Huai swiftly disarmed Li Butler by breaking his wrist, seizing the knife from him. He turned to Sang Qingxiao and said, "It seems my talisman worked; it allowed him to retain some reason."
"Lord Yong," Sang Qingxiao teased, "congratulations on your achievement. If it weren't for your talisman, today might have ended badly for the prince." She then shot a remark at the Imperial Physicians, "I wonder what all of you are doing here; at such a critical moment, you're acting like wooden pillars."
Her words jolted the Imperial Physicians awake; their inaction was indeed inappropriate. If word reached His Majesty, their days would be numbered.
Sang Qingxiao ignored their trembling and fawning words. The crisis had resolved too quickly; she sensed it wasn't that simple.
There was a rhythmic knocking beneath her feet that continued on. Old Vine had gone underground to search and complained to her that the foundation of the house was too thick—it was even thicker than the height of the building above ground—making it impossible to drill through without causing damage.
Old Vine needed more time, but Sang Qingxiao couldn't wait any longer. She turned to Li Butler and asked, "Is there a secret chamber in the Prince's Mansion?"
After asking several times, he finally caught the attention of Li Butler. The look in Li Butler's eyes turned wary as he glanced at Sang Qingxiao. In a place like this, how could they speak in front of outsiders? If the other party found something detrimental to the prince or directly framed him, it would spell disaster for the prince!
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