The Eighth Prince's wife was sent back to the Eighth Prince's residence, which was immediately placed under heavy guard by men sent by the Fourth Prince. Seeing that she couldn't leave, the Eighth Prince's wife angrily returned to her room.

The maid, unaware of what was happening, had even brought snacks and tea for the Eighth Prince's wife, only to be harshly driven out before she even entered the room. The handprint on the Eighth Prince's wife's face hadn't completely faded; how could she allow a servant to see her in such a disheveled state?

"You damned bastard! How dare a eunuch lay a hand on me?" The Eighth Prince's wife trembled with rage at the mere thought of Su Peisheng raising his hand to strike her. She vented all her resentment inside the room, creating a commotion that left the maids standing guard at the door, too afraid to utter a sound.

That night, Eighth Prince's wife lay alone on her bed, lost in thought and unable to eat or sleep. She had thought that by relying on her status and personally pleading with Fourth Prince, he would at least give her some face, but unexpectedly, Fourth Prince seemed to have made up his mind and would never let Eighth Prince off easily.

"No, I can't give up like this!" The Eighth Princess suddenly sat up, startling the maid on night watch, who carefully lit the candlestick.

"Princess Consort, what's wrong?" The maid asked worriedly, seeing the Eighth Princess Consort's disheveled hair and listless state. The Eighth Princess Consort grabbed the maid's hand and asked urgently, "Tell me, what should I do?"

The maid knew that the Eighth Princess Consort was referring to the Eighth Prince, but how could a servant like her understand such things? She could only comfort her, saying, "Princess Consort, don't worry. The Eighth Prince is a lucky man; he will be alright!"

The Eighth Prince's wife shook her head blankly, and said in despair, "It's different now, it's different now. The Emperor is determined to take his life!"

The maid's heart tightened, realizing that things might not be as simple as she thought. She asked somewhat flusteredly, "Madam, isn't there still Ninth Prince? Ninth Prince has always been on good terms with our Prince. Why don't we go and ask Ninth Prince? Perhaps he can help us?"

The Eighth Prince's wife was immediately disheartened and almost burst into tears: "It's no use, the Ninth Prince has already been exiled to Xinjiang by the Emperor..."

The maidservant collapsed to the ground, and seeing the Eighth Prince's wife's heartbroken expression, she too burst into tears.

Dali Temple.

The Eighth Prince and the Duke of England were placed in separate interrogation rooms to be investigated by the Dali Temple and the Censorate.

The Chief Justice of the Court of Judicial Review sat outside with an iron face, and soon the interrogators came out. They handed the Chief Justice a confession, which he squinted at carefully before looking up and asking, "Have you remembered everything?"

The interrogator nodded respectfully and said, "The Duke of England is a coward. We haven't even used torture; a little threat was enough to bring them all to justice. The Duke of England has confessed to the Prince's affair without reservation, and I have recorded all the details..."

The Minister of the Court of Judicial Review carefully put away the confession, pointed to the interrogation room of the Eighth Prince, and asked, "Where is the Eighth Prince?"

The interrogator shook his head, looking troubled, and said, "Eighth Master, he won't say anything..."

The Minister of the Court of Judicial Review was immediately enraged and rebuked, "What? Does he still think he's a prince? He's already a prisoner, and he's still so stubborn?"

The interrogator's expression tightened, and he quickly explained, "Eighth Master says this matter has nothing to do with him, he knows nothing about it, and he will never admit it unless there is evidence to prove it..."

Having seen many such cases, the Chief Justice of the Court of Judicial Review slammed his fist on the table in fury and exclaimed, "Does he refuse to turn back until he hits a brick wall?"

The interrogator, bowing and looking troubled, said, "He is a prince, and I am in a difficult position..." The Minister of the Court of Judicial Review quickly understood the interrogator's meaning, calmed himself down, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said, "Let me first report to the Emperor, and then we'll see what the Emperor decides... You all keep a close eye on the Eighth Prince..."