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The Crown Prince had just watched Gentle and, not realizing his intentions, shouted, "Someone! Protect the prince! This female thief is an assassin! Hurry, come protect us!"
Gentle ignored the Crown Prince and rushed towards Song Yiyi. The blade plunged deep into her chest; even though it was still some distance from her heart, she likely wouldn't survive for long.
The Crown Prince was displeased that everyone was focused on Song Yiyi. "Why are you all concerned about her? Hurry up and kill this assassin!"
Gentle turned to him. "How calculating you are, Crown Prince. Are you trying to use our hands to silence her?"
"What do you mean by that? She is an assassin!"
But what we see is that while you hold the dagger, she still gazes at you with affection. If she were just an ordinary person, I wouldn't mind cleaning up your mess. Yet this woman is related to His Majesty's illness; we have been searching the city for her, and now she appears in your residence. Could it be that you are her mastermind?
"Gentle, how dare you!"
Then why did the Crown Prince shield her from leaving the palace?
With a dagger at my throat, what choice do I have? At this moment, the Crown Prince even turned the tables on me. If we had discovered earlier that she was an assassin, how could I have been captured?
Yet you seem quite comfortable as a hostage. An assassin singing for you for two hours straight—I've heard it can leave one hoarse. And the assassin's efforts have certainly received a fair amount of response from you, Crown Prince. Tsk tsk, there are no signs of struggle on your clothes; it seems you willingly took them off.
At this point, the Crown Prince was left with only a thin inner garment. Embarrassed and furious at Gentle’s taunts, he picked up the scattered pieces of clothing from the ground and tore them into various sizes before giving Gentle a rogue smile. "Now this doesn’t look voluntary, does it?"
Gentle didn’t respond but instead focused on his right arm hidden behind his back—the black tube might be evidence in this case or perhaps the key to awakening His Majesty. I ask that Your Highness hand it over.
The Crown Prince awkwardly hid his left hand behind him while fidgeting with both hands, deliberately stalling for time. After several prompts from Gentle, he finally hesitantly handed it over.
Old Vine had peeked around the corner a few times and, with Sang Qingxiao's reminder, Gentle knew what was inside. In front of everyone, he dumped out its contents and noticed something was missing. He pretended not to see it and began placing everything back into Xiao Hei's tube one by one.
"Crown Prince," he said, "you still have suspicions against you. Due to your royal status, The Office of Censors has not issued an order against you yet; however, rules are rules. You must remain in Prince's Mansion for now and refrain from wandering about!"
"Gentle! What do you mean by this? Are you imprisoning me? Who gave you the audacity?"
"I advise Your Highness to calm down. Whether by coercion or consent, if it involves His Majesty, we must investigate thoroughly. This case cannot be decided unilaterally by The Office of Censors; multiple departments will need to collaborate."
"This woman is injured and should not be moved; I will not take her away for now. The physician will arrive shortly; please allow Your Highness to ensure she is carefully attended to."
"And let me remind Your Highness—if she dies, your suspicions will only increase."
After saying this, ignoring the Crown Prince's curses, he left Prince's Mansion and arranged for The Office of Censors to surround it before leisurely returning to the palace.
Sang Qingxiao walked alongside him, smiling as she asked, "Are you trying to force him? It must be tough for you to waste your thoughts on such a fool."
When there were no options left, perhaps the Xuande Emperor would choose him after all. It would be better to completely eliminate him sooner rather than later.
Sang Qingxiao reminded him that the notice stated that on the night of the fifteenth of each month at midnight, a blood sacrifice ritual could exchange the life count of the hair's owner. In simple terms, it meant that Xuande Emperor's true dragon life could be transferred to someone else.
Today was the fifteenth; Wen had to keep a close watch on him.
Miss Sang wondered if what was written on that notice could be trusted. It was hard to say.
Old Vine remarked that the handwriting on the notice was somewhat ugly, with thin arms and legs, not resembling a man's writing, and it carried a hint of makeup scent.
Moreover, based on Old Vine's description of the notice's style, it seemed to be made from ordinary clothing material, with edges torn and unkempt.
In mysticism, when dealing with profound spells, every step and detail was crucial; it was impossible to just grab any piece of cloth for writing.
There were also engraved characters; whether on the outer wall of the black tube or other objects inside, the characters were incomprehensible to ordinary people. Yet the notice had written common words that felt out of place—there must be something unusual about it.
With many suspicions arising, it seemed more likely that Song Yiyi had set a trap. One couldn't help but wonder what kind of grudge she held against the Crown Prince to go so far as to gamble with lives and invest so heavily.
Gentle deliberately imprisoned the Crown Prince in Prince's Mansion, intending to lure him into making an even bigger mistake. By keeping Song Yiyi around, he knew this woman was not easy to deal with; not only would she provoke the Crown Prince's desires, but he could also glean more information from their conversations.
After bringing the black tube back to the palace, several masters discussed it for a while before nodding in agreement that it was indeed a medium, though lacking all items belonging to His Majesty.
Gentle concealed what the Crown Prince had obtained and merely stated that he would look into it.
Cai Zhuo then asked Lai He Shang how to break it.
Lai He Shang replied that it wasn't easy and required careful thought.
Cai Zhuo glanced at Xuande Emperor lying on the sickbed and felt less urgency; in his heart, he thought that he deserved punishment. With an expressionless face, he said to everyone, "Thank you all for your hard work."
In Prince's Mansion, Song Yiyi was sent to a courtyard near the theater. The physician's skills were limited; with some good medicine's help, they could only prolong her life slightly through a blood-stopping method.
Trapped outside in such a life-threatening situation, the Crown Prince surprisingly steadied his mind. After grooming himself and filling his stomach, he finally stepped into Song Yiyi's room. She lay on the bed, seemingly free from pain, gazing at him quietly.
The Crown Prince wore a gloomy expression. "There are no outsiders here; you don't need to put on an act for me anymore, Song Yiyi. Haven't I treated you well?"
"What good is it? I'm nothing more than a plaything."
"At least I saved you!"
"There’s no such thing as an Old Pharmacist here, Your Highness. What does 'saving' even mean?"
The Crown Prince finally realized that even the Old Pharmacist was a fake?! But my people have indeed investigated, and those associated with the Poisonous Woman have shown improvement.
As long as the money is sufficient, it's just a performance. Their acting skills are so good that if they encountered someone else, perhaps they would have been exposed on the spot. After all, His Highness is easy to deceive; even the people you trained are just as gullible as you.
The Crown Prince was furious. "You, Poisonous Woman!"
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