Late at night, the Prince Dai's mansion was brightly lit, and in the banquet hall, guests were still clinking glasses and engaging in lively conversation.

The kitchen sent over the last dish, a hangover soup.

After drinking the hangover soup, the guests should all go home.

As the protagonist of the evening, the Prince of Dai naturally drank quite a bit of wine. Although he was only slightly drunk, he drank half a bowl of hangover soup to make himself feel better.

As soon as the soup went down my throat, an ominous feeling washed over me.

Years of experience with crises have taught him that he must trust his intuition.

There's definitely something wrong with this hangover soup.

Without hesitation, he reached down and tried to vomit the soup.

But just as he put his hand in his mouth, he heard a clear, melodious voice: "Now that everyone is here, please tell us, Your Highness, whether you are the Wise Prince or the Prince of Dai?"

The sound came from the entrance of the banquet hall.

The guests heard this and turned around, looking towards the entrance with hazy, drunken eyes.

A seemingly ordinary man and woman stepped across the threshold and strolled over.

Situ Xin immediately recognized Xiao Qingyin and Yi Shuihan. Just as he was about to order his men to arrest them, he heard himself say, "I am the Wise Prince."

He then realized that his body was no longer under his control.

The guests were a little confused.

"Who are these two people? Why are they asking whether the Prince is the Wise Prince or the Prince of Dai?"

"Wasn't the Prince Xian dead long ago? He has nothing to do with our Prince, right?"

"What did the prince just say? Is he the wise prince?"

"..."

Perhaps the hangover soup was starting to work, because they felt much less drunk and their minds were clearing up.

After realizing the meaning of those words, they were all stunned.

The most astonished was Chief Secretary Cui.

He watched the Prince of Dai grow up and knew that the Prince's personality changed drastically after the death of his first wife, but he never imagined that the Prince of Dai would be replaced.

Her face hasn't changed at all.

Xiao Qingyin continued, "Tell me about how you took his place."

Situ Xin then heard himself spilling out his beans, recounting how he took a liking to the Southeast Commandery, how he approached the Prince of Dai, how he killed him, and how he used the sacred insect to change his face...

As Xiao Qingyin and Yi Shuihan had predicted, he had a double here. When he returned to the capital, he would give his face to the double, and then switch it back when he returned to Nan Yue.

After the failed rebellion during the autumn hunt, the one who lured Yi Shuihan away, lit the explosives, and died on the spot was also a double.

The guests were in an uproar.

This was like a fairy tale to them; it was simply unbelievable.

The face can be changed repeatedly.

The wise king actually replaced the king of Dai twenty years ago.

The Prince of Dai, the old Princess, and the Princess were all killed by the Wise Prince long ago.

Apart from Zhao Xu, the more than thirty concubines and more than one hundred children all belonged to the Prince Xian.

This includes Zhao Hao, who has just assumed the position of heir apparent.

Zhao Hao's face was extremely ugly.

He didn't care whether his father was the Prince of Dai or the Prince of Xian. In any case, whether it was the former or the latter, they, father and son, were going to overthrow the world. As long as he was his father's most beloved son, that was enough.

But the timing of the king's sudden revelation of the truth at the birthday banquet was inappropriate.

The Prince of Dai's faction still had many followers, such as Chief Secretary Cui and the local powerful clans centered around him.

He could tell that his father was also shocked, as if revealing the truth was not his wish, but something he was forced to do.

There is no doubt that someone resorted to underhanded tactics.

These people were the couple who had just come in.

"Someone come here!"

He opened his mouth to shout, trying to stand up, but found that his whole body was sore and weak.

In a flash, he remembered the hangover soup.

His expression changed drastically.

"An assassin!"

As soon as the words were spoken, a large group of men in black appeared and rushed toward the various entrances of the banquet hall. Before they could even enter, they were stopped by another group of men in black who descended from the sky.

Later, these naturally belonged to Yi Wu and others.

The two sides engaged in fierce fighting.

With the medicine prepared by Xiao Qingyin, Yi Wu and his men, armed with both weapons and medicine, quickly wiped out the Xianwang's assassins.

As for the guards in the mansion, Zhao Xu and his men stopped them outside the banquet hall.

While the battle raged outside the hall, the monologue continued inside.

Under Xiao Qingyin's questioning, the wise prince confessed all his years of planning, conspiracies, and grand ambitions.

The guests, who had initially sided with him, quickly changed their stance after realizing that he hadn't included them in his scheme, but rather saw them as easy prey to be slaughtered.

I wish I could tear him to pieces to vent my hatred.

After the effects of the truth serum wore off, the Wise King regained control of his body and looked at Xiao Qingyin and Yi Shuihan with bloodthirsty eyes.

"It seems you don't care about that kid's life."

He said in a gloomy tone.

After saying that, he reached into his pocket, pulled out a small white bird, and squeezed it hard.

The bird emitted a sharp, piercing cry.

Yi Wu had just finished killing someone and entered the room when he heard the scream, and he frowned.

Xiao Qingyin subconsciously looked at him, and seeing that he was alright, her heart, which had been pounding, finally settled down.

A scream suddenly erupted from the banquet.

She turned her head and saw a green sprout sprouting from the heads of more than a dozen guests. The sprout grew at an astonishing speed, and in the blink of an eye, it turned from a bean sprout into a vine as thick as an arm and ten or twenty meters long.

The vines quickly flowered and bore seeds; after the seeds fell, the vines turned to ashes.

Meanwhile, the faces of these guests rapidly decayed, from youth to old age, from old age to skeletons, and then turned to ashes along with the vines.

Clothes and seeds were scattered all over the ground.

The other guests were all stunned.

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