Yun Xiangye was so shocked that she couldn't speak for a long time, but she quickly pulled out a hairpin from her hair and handed it to Ye Wanhe, saying, "Sister, to cut the grass at its roots, it's better to kill His Royal Highness the Crown Prince once and for all."

Seeing the hairpin Yun Xiangye handed over, Ye Wanhe shook her head and said, "There's no need to kill him. I'll poison him to make him mute, and then have Ah Hong take him away and sell him to a trafficker, or a foreign trader in a remote village as a slave. I want him to feel the pain of being separated from his parents, never seeing them again. Only then will I be able to ease my hatred. Letting him die would be a blessing for him."

Yun Xiangye said, "But, sister, this would be too easy to be exposed. Even if the Crown Prince was poisoned and silenced, he can still write. He can write to let others know his identity."

Ye Wanhe wasn't as worried as Yun Xiangye. "Even if a mute slave could write, who would believe him if he wrote that he was the crown prince? They would just think he was crazy. Who would dare to help him pretend to be the crown prince?"

Yun Xiangye was somewhat worried. After all, Zhao Yun had been the crown prince for twenty-four years. He was no ordinary man. "Sister, it would be better to kill him today so that he would die without any witnesses."

Ye Wanhe said to Yun Xiangye, "I couldn't bring myself to take his life, not because I had feelings for him, but because I didn't want to be like him, treating human life as worthless."

Yun Xiangye thought about it and realized that she had never killed an ant. If she really killed Zhao Yun, she would probably have nightmares in the future.

Even though Zhao Yun had bullied my sister for a long time and deserved death, this was still murder...

After all, she and her sister grew up in a small town in the south of the Yangtze River, in a commoner's family. They could not take people's lives as easily as the powerful people in Chang'an.

Ye Wanhe looked down at Zhao Yun in her arms and said, "Making him the most lowly mute slave, and making him unable to recognize his parents for the rest of his life, is enough to make his life worse than death."

"Ah Hong, come out."

Yun Xiangye saw the handsome young man coming out and looked at Ye Wanhe: "Sister, he is..."

Ye Wanhe said, "He is my adopted brother, the commander of the underground palace of the Dasheng Imperial Palace."

Ye Wanhe said to Ah Hong, "Take His Highness back to the underground palace beneath the East Palace."

"Yes." Ah Hong replied.

When Yun Xiangye saw Ah Hong leading Zhao Yun into the underground palace, she frowned slightly and asked, "Is there a tunnel leading to the imperial palace?"

"Not only can it lead to the Imperial Palace, it can also lead to any of the residences of princes and ministers. This is something only Your Majesty and Your Highness know. Your Highness told me when I was out for a trip earlier..."

Upon hearing this, Yun Xiangye asked, "Then is this Ah Hong reliable?"

Ye Wanhe said, "He's reliable. He and his men can only help me in this matter. I went from the underground palace to drug His Highness. If they report this and are exposed to the public, they will never survive. Ah Hong is trustworthy."

Yun Xiangye nodded in relief, supported Ye Wanhe, and deliberately raised her voice, "Sister, don't be too sad. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is gone, and you still have Yu'er to take care of. Come back with me."

Ye Wanhe also pretended to be sad and painful, and followed Yun Xiangye out of the mausoleum.

Yun Xiangye actually admired Ye Wanhe a little. She was really shocked by Ye Wanhe's grief-stricken look and almost thought that Ye Wanhe wanted to commit suicide for love.

Yun Xiangye helped Ye Wanhe into the palace.

Ye Wanhe let Yun Xiangye sleep on the same bed with her. "Come to think of it, it's been a while since we two sisters have slept together. The only time we slept together was when we were kids and were tired from playing, so we took a nap in the afternoon."

Yun Xiangye recalled her childhood and said, "I really wish time could stop at that time. My parents were still around, my sister was so cute, and we were carefree, except for the teacher's scolding for not being able to recite the book. It was nothing like today, with so many worries..."

Ye Wanhe said: "Yes, it would be great if time could stop at that time, but unfortunately we can never go back."

Seeing the faint sadness in Ye Wanhe's eyes, Yun Xiangye chuckled and consoled her, "Sister, Yu'er has been named the Crown Prince. You will be the mother of the future emperor. The future will be very good for you."

Ye Wanhe thought of Yu'er, smiled faintly, and fell asleep. Pretending to be extremely sad for the past month also consumed a lot of Ye Wanhe's energy.

The next day, Ye Wanhe returned to the East Palace.

As soon as Ye Wanhe returned to the bedroom, she dismissed the palace maids and eunuchs, locked the door, and knocked on the door of the underground palace.

After Ah Hong came and opened the door, Ye Wanhe asked Ah Hong to guard the door while she went into the underground palace.

A bedroom inside the underground palace was brightly lit.

Zhao Yun slept straight and stiff on the bed.

Ye Wanhe stepped forward and inserted a silver needle into Zhao Yun's acupuncture points. Zhao Yun, who was originally asleep, suddenly opened his eyes.

It took Zhao Yun a while to open his eyes and adjust to the light. He glanced sideways at Ye Wanhe and raised his hand with difficulty to hold Ye Wanhe's wrist.

Ye Wanhe dodged it.

Zhao Yun said with a self-deprecating smile, "It's a pity that you don't go to sing. These past few days, I heard you crying beside me, and Jin Ye thought you really loved me deeply..."

Ye Wanhe listened to Zhao Yun's weak voice, took a cup of tea from the side, and put a pill in the water.

When Zhao Yun saw the water handed to him by Ye Wanhe, he bit his lips tightly, not wanting to be poisoned by Ye Wanhe again.

Ye Wanhe reached out and pinched Zhao Yun's cheeks hard, but couldn't open them. So she simply took a bite herself and leaned over to kiss Zhao Yun on the lips.

It was just like when I fed Zhao Yun rice porridge these days, feeding him with my lips.

My dear, there is more to this chapter. Please click on the next page to continue reading. It will be even more exciting later!