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Last night, the eunuch's voice echoed throughout the entire residence, proclaiming that the emperor's orders must not be disobeyed. Qin Junyong thought to himself, what is there to fear? After all, His Majesty is my father; even if I get scolded a bit, he will surely protect me.
However, the guards were anxious. The emperor would indeed protect the prince, but once they stepped out, someone would have to take the blame, and that someone would be them, his subordinates. The guards urged him urgently, but their words were met with punches and kicks from the Third Prince.
In a moment of desperation, one guard shouted, "Your Highness, my men are still near Shi Yuan and have spotted Master Xiang's people."
The Third Prince stopped his assault. "Why didn't you say that earlier? Why only now?"
He had forgotten. In truth, he hadn't seen anything at all; even if he had, he might not have been able to recognize it. It was merely a bluff to keep the Third Prince cautious enough to back off.
Unfortunately, the Third Prince had become increasingly arrogant after being defended by Xuande Emperor time and again. A mere Chancellor? Why should he fear him? What did it matter if there were others around? As long as no one saw him make a move, what could they do?
Hmph! He had no intention of becoming enemies with the Chancellor, but how could he tolerate that grandson of his being so ungrateful? He had given him medicine, yet the boy deliberately refused to drink it, thinking himself clever and landing himself in trouble.
He had kindly offered him a way out and was willing to share some benefits with him, yet he had been met with outright rejection. The look in his eyes at that moment was something he would never forget.
It filled him with rage! Such disdain! Who was this country bumpkin to look at him with such arrogance?
Now that he had captured him, he would first ruin those eyes before slowly tormenting him!
Seeing that he couldn't be stopped, a guard attempted to send word back to the palace. However, his small action was noticed by the Third Prince, who grabbed his hair tightly. "You want to report me?"
The guard shook his head vigorously, repeatedly saying he wouldn't dare.
Fueled by alcohol and excitement, the Third Prince laughed. "Your eyes aren't particularly charming either; perfect for me to practice on."
As he spoke, he pulled out his hairpin and plunged it into the guard's right eye. A scream pierced the air—one that delighted the Third Prince. He listened with satisfaction for a moment before discarding the guard and continuing on his way.
At this point, he still knew to cover his tracks. He specifically instructed his servants to fetch an unmarked carriage. Once inside, he complained incessantly as they left the city.
After dozing off for a while, he jolted awake from the bumpy ride. In his dreams lingered those defiant and disdainful eyes. With a grumpy shout, he demanded, "Why aren't we there yet? Where are they? Haven't you found them?"
Suddenly, the carriage came to a halt.
The temporary Guard Captain approached cautiously to respond. "Your Highness, I'm afraid we won't be able to capture anyone today."
The Third Prince glared at him darkly. "What? You want to defy me too? Do you not want your eyes anymore?"
Upon hearing the response, the guard immediately knelt down. Shi Yuan was inside someone else's carriage.
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