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Who could have imagined that the desire in her heart was to become someone above others? The Emperor had arranged for people to surround her, clearly with the intent to kill her. It was fate, and she could not blame anyone else.
But as she listened further, Sang Qingxiao realized she had misunderstood. Yong Huai's concerns about trouble mainly revolved around the prince. Ling Qian's subsequent ramblings became increasingly absurd; while she fantasized about her bright future as someone above others, she also belittled the prince. She cursed him for stealing her fortune, for being incapable of handling matters, and for not being able to resist the curse.
Despite being insulted so harshly, the prince continued to endure. Then, when Ling Qian began to speak indiscreetly about the prince's secretive methods and hidden agendas, with a crowd of ears listening in, the prince could no longer hold back and decided to silence her.
Qin Junxiang swiftly grabbed other ceramic shards from the table and slashed at Ling Qian's neck. Blood spurted out immediately, and Ling Qian gasped a few times, seemingly lifeless.
After successfully striking, Qin Junxiang remained calm and collected, wiping his bloodied hands with a cloth without even glancing at the deceased Ling Qian. He instructed the guards sent by the Emperor to help dispose of her body.
Once he finished giving orders and turned to leave, Ling Qian suddenly opened her eyes. With an unknown surge of strength, she leaped onto Qin Junxiang's back. The shard that had pierced her abdomen was now aimed at Qin Junxiang's neck. Although her aim was precise, it seemed that the leap had drained her strength; the cut was neither deep nor shallow and did not appear life-threatening.
At that moment, the palace guards kicked open the door. Countless figures rushed toward Ling Qian with considerable force, nearly tearing her apart on the spot. Perhaps considering her status as a royal daughter-in-law, they managed to leave her with a complete corpse.
Despite all that had happened, Ling Qian did not die immediately. With a strange smile on her face, she said to Qin Junxiang, "If you truly love me, then let’s walk together on the Underworld Road."
Qin Junxiang covered his bleeding neck and kicked her away with all his might. Finally, Ling Qian ceased moving.
Feeling parched from speaking so much, Yong Huai licked his lips and continued with a frown. He thought everything would end there and planned to leave this place of turmoil as soon as possible. After waiting for news from the Emperor and ensuring that the prince had arranged matters in his residence properly, he was just about to speak when suddenly the prince fainted without any warning!
One moment he was full of energy; the next he collapsed completely, hitting the back of his head against the stone floor with a sharp sound that indicated it was a heavy blow. Blood gradually spread from the back of his head.
Almost instantly, dark energy began to gather on his face, similar to what Ling Qian experienced before her death. I suspected it might be due to the ceramic shard that had pierced Ling Qian's abdomen and carried pus.
Seeing that something was wrong with the prince, I knew his condition mirrored that of Ling Qian's but dared not say much. I made an excuse to leave Prince's Mansion and hurried here.
Along the way, I was stopped several times—by people from the prince’s camp as well as other princes' confidants who personally tried to block me in hopes of learning about the prince’s condition.
But how could I dare speak? I was present when he took that hit; it would be fortunate if the Emperor didn’t blame me!
"Miss Sang," I said, "the developments must have surprised you as well. Now we are both somewhat entangled in this situation; how should we respond moving forward?"
Sang Qingxiao did not answer him immediately. Instead, she exchanged a glance with Qi Hao, signaling him to quickly inform Qi Xiaomian of the news.
Yong Huai continued to ramble on, while Ling Qian had poked herself in the stomach so many times, yet she was still alive. One cut to the throat, a dozen wounds, and someone could really die? Sigh, I was a bit flustered back then. Looking back now, there are so many doubts; I should have confirmed things at that time.
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