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"Go on!" he hissed, suddenly shoving something into Lin Xiaofan's hands. "Take this!"
Lin Xiaofan felt a chill in his palm and looked down to find a delicate white jade whistle.
"Blow it, and you can summon the Sparrow Feather Division," the Fifth Prince said before being forcibly escorted away by two guards.
Lin Xiaofan was about to follow when three assassins blocked his path.
"Kid, you talk too much," the leader of the assassins sneered. "His Highness specifically ordered that your tongue be cut out before we kill you."
"Oh, so ruthless?" Lin Xiaofan retorted, though his heart raced with fear. "Is your prince just starved for love since childhood? Always thinking about harming this and killing that—sounds pretty twisted, doesn’t it?"
The assassin was furious and swung his blade at Lin Xiaofan. Thanks to the system-enhanced evasion ability, Lin Xiaofan narrowly dodged several strikes, but one of them still grazed his arm, leaving a cut.
"Damn it..." He gritted his teeth and pulled out the jade whistle, just as a distant sound of hooves reached his ears.
"Lin Gongzi! Over here!"
Looking up, he saw Huo Qubing riding in with a few beggars! The assassins, seeing this, immediately retreated.
Back at the temporary residence, Zhuge Liang had already prepared medicine for his wounds. Just as Lin Xiaofan sat down, an alert suddenly popped up from the system:
【Warning! Forged artwork detected using minerals from the Western Regions!】
【Visual memory playback in progress...】
His vision blurred, and Lin Xiaofan suddenly "saw" a dimly lit room—Moro was kneeling at a desk, grinding red mineral stones in a stone mortar. Several unfinished military maps hung on the wall, one of which was the prototype of today's painting presented in court—the Spring Mountain Painting!
"Moro..." Lin Xiaofan murmured. "So it really is someone from the Western Regions..."
Zhuge Liang noticed his strange expression. "My Lord, what’s wrong?"
Snapping back to reality, Lin Xiaofan replied, "Zhuge Kongming, check if there have been any unusual movements from the Western Regions lately. I suspect... the prince is colluding with their forces!"
As the morning sun streamed through the window, Lin Xiaofan was jolted awake by a series of urgent knocks on the door.
"My Lord!" Zhuge Liang's voice came through with urgency. "Someone from the palace has arrived. They say Princess Ning An has suddenly fallen ill and that the imperial physician is helpless; they specifically request your presence in the palace!"
Lin Xiaofan jumped out of bed with a start, feeling a dull ache from his arm wound. "Damn it, what kind of trick is that son of a prince trying to pull now..."
Outside stood an unfamiliar eunuch who immediately bowed upon seeing Lin Xiaofan. "Lin Gongzi, His Highness was calling your name before losing consciousness. The Emperor has granted you permission to enter the palace for a visit."
Lin Xiaofan squinted; although this eunuch wore palace attire, the exquisite jade pendant hanging from his waist was clearly standard issue for guards of the Crown Prince's Mansion!
"What’s your surname, Eunuch?" Lin Xiaofan asked casually.
"The servant's surname is Zhao." The eunuch lowered his head, his voice weak and barely audible. "Please follow me, Young Master Lin."
Zhuge Liang shot a cautious glance, and Lin Xiaofan nodded slightly to indicate his understanding. He casually grabbed a handful of peanuts from the table and stuffed them into his pocket, quietly hiding the jade whistle given by the Fifth Prince in his sleeve.
"Let’s go, Eunuch Zhao." He smiled broadly. "But I must warn you, I have a bit of a temper. If I say something inappropriate in the palace, you’ll have to bear with me."
The palace was heavily guarded as Lin Xiaofan followed the eunuch through numerous gates, finally arriving at Princess Ning An's chamber. Outside the hall knelt a row of imperial physicians, each looking pale and anxious.
"Useless! All of you are useless!" The old emperor paced back and forth inside the hall. "What good are you to me? You can't even cure a simple illness!"
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