Chapter 512 Assassination

After she finished speaking, she nodded as if she agreed with him.

Hu Yue was amused by her old-fashioned words and slightly childish behavior.

...

Tianqi, the Sixth Prince's Mansion.

Although she said that she didn't care about the scar, how could Song Shiwei really not care?

In addition to the imperial physician, she had visited all the famous clinics in the capital, including Jiang Zhiyu's clinic.

However, after using various medicines, the condition on her face did not improve at all.

When she was alone in the room feeling depressed, two "clicks" came from outside the window.

"Who?!" Song Shiwei raised his head and shouted.

No one answered, and there were two more knocks. Song Shiwei mustered up the courage to open the window, and Ji Tong leaned against the window frame with a faint smile.

Compared with him, Song Shiwei's expression seemed particularly cold.

Seeing that there was no disgust in Ji Tong's eyes, Song Shiwei said with caution: "What are you doing here?"

Xiao Yanli must have sent people to follow him all the time. He came to find himself...

"Don't worry, Miss Song. I have already shaken off all the people who were watching me before I came. I just came here to ask Miss Song a question. Do you want a good doctor?"

Song Shiwei tilted her head slightly: "Do you have one?"

"Of course," Ji Tong took out a small bottle from his sleeve and motioned Song Shiwei to give him her hand.

Song Shiwei stretched out her hand suspiciously, and Ji Tong applied the ointment on her hand. Although it did not disappear immediately, the scar was visibly lighter.

Song Shiwei narrowed her eyes and subconsciously reached out to grab it.

She had already imitated all the famous doctors in Beijing, and she thought there was no hope.

Ji Tong nimbly dodged to the side.

Song Shiwei's hand was awkwardly hanging in the air. In the face of Ji Tong's half-smile, she withdrew it and suppressed her excitement: "What do you want?"

Ji Tong narrowed his eyes slightly: "Xiao Yanli intends to send you to the Prince's Mansion. I heard that the Emperor has recently asked the Prince to deal with memorials. Do you want to pass on the situation of the war report in Mobei?"

Song Shiwei: "..."

Her expression was very complicated. She didn't even feel sad about being abandoned by Xiao Yanli again. The next moment, she was speechless.

Memorials, can she see them?

"Don't worry about the Prince's men. You only have to be careful of the Prince. Pass on a piece of information in exchange for a bottle of medicine. That's it."

Before Song Shiwei could reply, Ji Tong had disappeared.

Song Shiwei took a deep breath and closed the window heavily.

…

On the other side, in the Nanlong Palace, the King of Nanlong finally dispelled his suspicions after hearing the news sent back by the spies was almost the same as what he reported that day.

He even had the mind to gather the court officials and hold a funeral for the high priest.

The high priest's coffin was placed in front of the temple, and the people of Nanlong bowed and kowtowed. After the ceremony, someone whispered in the King of Nanlong's ear: "Your Majesty, the Great Elder wants to see you."

The Great Elder has now resigned, which is no different from the common people, so naturally he cannot participate in the funeral of the high priest.

The King of Nanlong did not think much about it, just thinking that he was also here to worship, and nodded slightly.

Soon, the servants led the high priest in, followed by a hooded man.

After the Great Elder kowtowed and burned incense, he said, "Your Majesty, now that the enemy is pressing in, it is not a good time to hold a funeral."

The King of Nanlong pursed his lips and said, "Of course I know that, and you don't need to remind me. Besides, you are just a commoner now. Without my permission, what qualifications do you have to come in here?"

"And what qualifications do you have to question me?"

The Great Elder was silent for a long time before he said, "Your Majesty is right. It is I who have overstepped the line. But no matter what, the enemy is here, and we should first try to withdraw our troops..."

"Don't worry about that. Kenta has already obeyed my orders and talked to Tianqi, and they have agreed to withdraw their troops."

The King of Nanlong looked at the Great Elder's incredulous face with pleasure.

"If so, I have nothing to say. There is only one thing I don't understand. How did Your Majesty make them retreat?"

The King of Nangong raised his head slightly: "Don't they want those two unfilial sons? What's wrong with me giving them to them?"

After a moment of silence, the Great Elder murmured: "So that's how it is."

The King of Nangong frowned a little impatiently: "After the worship, let's leave."

"Your Majesty, wait a moment. Since I am no longer the Great Elder, and the High Priest is dead, there are some things that should be handed over to Your Majesty."

Things?

The King of Nangong looked at him suspiciously: "What things?"

"A treasure passed down by Nangong to this day," the Great Elder took out a gorgeously decorated box and made a gesture to open it, but stopped.

The King of Nangu looked at him hesitantly, but he couldn't suppress his curiosity. He waved his hand to signal everyone around to go down.

"What is it?"

"It is——"

"Your life!"

The moment the box was opened, the hooded man next to him reached out and grabbed the dagger inside, and stabbed the King of Nangu fiercely!

But he only cut a hole in his neck, and he was pressed to the ground.

The King of Nangu touched his neck in shock, and looked at the glaring scarlet on his hands. His hands couldn't help shaking: "I knew you wanted to murder me, I knew you had wolfish ambitions! Kill them, kill them all!!!!"

After shouting, he suddenly stopped: "Wait, who is this person?"

He looked at the great elder next to him, and had a terrible guess in his heart.

If...

He didn't even dare to lift the man's hood himself.

The Great Elder looked at him with a hint of sarcasm: "They have all been suppressed. Can't you just decide who it is?"

King Nanlong took a deep breath, took the sword from the guard, and lifted his hood.

What came into view was a strange face.

He let out a long sigh.

He was crazy, thinking that Kenta and the Great Elder had joined forces to let Erzhu Huaji come and kill him.

Fortunately, the front line was real, and everything was just the work of the Great Elder.

"Kill them all."

The hooded man quickly began to counterattack. The snake on the Great Elder's cane was also dripping with venom. The Southern Dragon King shouted repeatedly, and the people outside the house finally heard the movement and rushed to protect the carriage.

After a fierce battle, the Great Elder escaped through the window, and the hooded man was stabbed by several swords at the same time.

"Pass the order down, the Great Elder's assassination attempt failed, search the whole city, and kill him after finding him!"

...

After all, it was the news of the king's assassination, and the speed of spread was naturally very fast. Within a day, Kenta heard the news.

It's done!

He touched the snake head that had recovered a little, and the joy on his face could not be concealed.

"Bring Yugu and Yuli."

Soon, Yugu and Yuli stood in the center of the tent.

Gongta looked at Yougu several times before he spoke: "With such a serious injury, he can run and jump now. He has recovered well."

Youli said gratefully: "Thanks to the elder for helping me that day, otherwise, I am afraid that Yougu and I would be separated by heaven and earth. The elder's kindness, we brothers will never forget it!"

"What are you talking about? In the end, your brother is lucky and has a good life."