Lin Yun noticed her hesitation and said gently, "Please speak freely."

Daiyu sighed softly: "Baoyu has been saying lately that he can't bear to see me go to the palace, which has caused quite a commotion in the mansion. Although I know he's just a child at heart, I can't help but feel annoyed."

Lin Yun smiled slightly: "The bond between childhood sweethearts is the most precious. Just tell him that you'll see him again after he enters the palace, so why bother?"

Daiyu nodded, a complex look flashing in her eyes.

Just then, Chunlan hurried over and whispered a few words in Lin Yun's ear.

Lin Yun's expression changed drastically, and she almost dropped the teacup in her hand.

"Your Highness, what's wrong?" Daiyu asked with concern.

Lin Yun forced a smile and said, "It's nothing, I'm just a little tired. Yu'er, let's call it a day. I'll have someone take you home."

After seeing Daiyu off, Lin Yun immediately summoned Xia He: "Quickly go and inquire whether there is any news from the capital?"

Seeing her anxious expression, Xia He didn't dare to delay and quickly went to make arrangements.

Lin Yun sat alone by the window, her unease growing stronger.

She looked towards the southern sky and silently prayed, "Your Majesty, please be safe and sound..."

The capital city, the residence of Niohuru.

As night deepened, Lingzhu was plotting his next move with several trusted confidants when he suddenly heard the sound of rapid hoofbeats outside the mansion.

Immediately afterwards, the gate was violently kicked open, and a squad of Imperial Guards rushed in.

"Niohuru Lingzhu, receive the imperial decree!" the leading general shouted.

Lingzhu turned ashen-faced and slumped to the ground.

He knew it was all over.

It turns out that while the Emperor was helping to create the illusion of an assassination, he was also ordering the Thirteenth Prince to secretly collect evidence.

After receiving the secret order, the Thirteenth Prince did not stop the rumors from spreading, but only secretly arrested people, and finally arrested Ling Zhu.

This time, they truly caught them all in one fell swoop.

Inside the Fujian military camp, Yongzheng picked up his brush and wrote a secret edict, his eyes filled with cold malice: "Hongli, since you have no remorse, don't blame me for not showing any fatherly affection."

He handed the secret decree to his bodyguard and said in a deep voice, "Send it back to the capital immediately, without fail!"

The guards obeyed and left, their figures quickly disappearing into the night.

Yongzheng stood outside the tent, gazing at the starry sky, and murmured, "Yun'er, wait for me a few more days..."