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As she spoke, footsteps echoed from outside the cell. The Crown Prince entered, adorned in splendid court attire, flanked by his guards.
"Sister Ning An," he sighed feignedly, "you conspired with outsiders to steal the treasures of the inner palace. Father is quite heartbroken over this."
Lin Xiaofan scoffed, "Your Highness, did you learn to speak such nonsense from Widow Zhang at the village entrance? At least she has some shame; you seem to have thrown all sense of dignity away!"
The Crown Prince's expression darkened. "Impudent!"
"Impudent? I could be even more so!" Lin Xiaofan retorted, switching to full verbal assault mode. "Are you so eager to silence us because you fear we might expose your impersonation of the Crown Prince? Or are you worried we might reveal your collusion with Moro?"
"Utter nonsense!" The Crown Prince barked, though his voice trembled slightly.
"Tsk tsk tsk." Lin Xiaofan shook his head. "With your psychological resilience, how can you even be a Crown Prince? You'd be better off telling stories at the street corner; I guarantee you'd be booed off stage in three sentences!"
Furious, the Crown Prince's face turned ashen. "By noon tomorrow, you will all be executed!" With that, he turned and stormed away.
Once the footsteps faded, Lin Xiaofan immediately turned to Huo Qubing. "General Huo, I remember you mentioned training a unit called the Flower Skirt Army?"
Huo Qubing nodded. "Fifty elite soldiers, all hidden within the city."
"Excellent." Lin Xiaofan then looked at the princess. "Your Highness, do you have a way to contact the Fifth Prince?"
Princess Ning An took a silver hairpin from her hairstyle. "This is my token; Zhao Laotou from the Dali Temple is one of my people..."
The next day at noon, at the execution grounds on the outskirts of the capital.
Under the blazing sun, four prison carts slowly rolled in. A crowd of onlookers gathered around, murmuring among themselves.
"Isn't that Princess Ning An? Why is she being sentenced to death?"
"Hush... I heard she stole treasures from the palace..."
"How pitiful..."
Lin Xiaofan was led onto the execution platform, secretly observing his surroundings. The executioner was the Chief of Staff from the Crown Prince's Mansion, sitting upright; the executioner himself was a stranger, wielding a Ghost Head Knife that glinted ominously.
"The time is now three quarters past noon!" an officer announced loudly. "Confirm identity and prepare for execution!"
Suddenly, Lin Xiaofan shouted, "Wait! I need water!"
The executioner waved his hand impatiently. "A dying man still has so many requests! Give him a bowl!"
An officer brought over a bowl of water. Lin Xiaofan pretended to drink but discreetly tucked a white jade whistle into his mouth—
"Whoo—!"
A sharp whistle suddenly pierced the air! In an instant, the crowd surrounding the execution ground erupted in furious shouts! Dozens of "women" tore away their outer skirts to reveal iron armor beneath, brandishing weapons as they charged towards the execution platform! It was none other than Huo Qubing's Flower Skirt Army!
At the same time, another group of figures in black leaped down from the rooftops—these were the shadow guards of the Sparrow Feather Division!
"Protect His Highness!" Huo Qubing shouted, breaking free from his restraints and snatching the Ghost Head Knife from the executioner.
In the chaos, Lin Xiaofan suddenly noticed that the knife bore the emblem of the Crown Prince's Mansion! His heart raced as he caught sight of the edict in the executioner's hand—it was a blank decree, with only the jade seal at the bottom being genuine!
【Ding! Time-limited mission: publicly berate the Executioner until he cries】
【Reward: Intelligence +100%】
Lin Xiaofan dashed up to the paralyzed Executioner and activated his dialect insult mode:
"You brainless fool! Did your head get caught in a door? Strutting around with a feather like it's a real command? How much did the Crown Prince pay you to sell your soul? Your ancestors must be rolling in their graves for giving birth to such a scoundrel!"
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