Chapter 133 The Unlucky Prince Goes Crazy (3)

Tuoba Hong died before the New Year of that year. After his death, his eldest son inherited the throne. Because of his inaction, the Great Sheng Dynasty lasted less than 30 years before it was destroyed by the emerging neighboring country.

"Wan Zi, what is the original owner's wish?" Mu Yan was lying on a simple wooden bed, with her legs crossed, staring at a spider above her head that was moving and weaving a web.

Maruzai: "He wants revenge."

There was not much expression on Mu Yan's face, and her eyes were still fixed on the moving spider. It was now early October. According to the original owner's memory, the envoys from the Western Regions would arrive in the capital in the middle of the month.

The wooden board beneath him was scratching his body, so Mu Yan turned over with a fierce look in his eyes. Revenge was what he loved most.

At night, the huge palace was filled with patrolling soldiers and palace guards, who stood motionless at the palace gate like stone statues. They were so energetic that even a mosquito flying in would be swatted to death by them.

Muyan had slept for the whole afternoon and was now extremely energetic. The night was most conducive to his actions. In the blink of an eye, he teleported from the palace into an inn.

Unlike the brightly lit palace, the room was pitch black.

Muyan didn't even need to be invisible. She walked to the bed. Wanzi's sleeping drug bag worked as well as ever. The person sleeping on the bed took a few puffs and passed out.

The original owner was instructing Tuoba Hong on the position of his chin, and his body was extremely thin, but these did not hinder her. Mu Yan carried Tuoba Hong, who was sleeping soundly in bed, out of bed with one hand.

In a moment, Tuoba Hong was brought by Mu Yan to a candlelit room.

The envoy from the Western Regions had just finished washing up and came out from behind the screen wearing his inner clothes. He walked to the candles one by one and blew them out, leaving only one. He took it to the bed, put it on the footstool, lay down on the bed, bent down and blew out the last candle, then lay back on the bed and prepared to sleep.

While he was doing these things, Mu Yan had already thrown the sleeping Tuoba Hong to the inside of his bed.

When it comes to using medicine, Mu Yan has never failed. Before throwing Tuoba Hong, he had already fed him the medicine. In this kind of thing, if only one party uses the medicine, it would seem a little less interesting. He took out the latest incense he had researched from his sleeve and lit it with a fire stick.

If he hadn't taken the antidote in advance, the puff he took at the moment the cigarette was lit would have been enough to make him drunk.

Muyan placed the incense on the bedside and teleported to the roof in the blink of an eye.

Maruzai: "Boss, do you want to see it?"

Muyan leaned back, resting her elbows on the roof tiles. The moon tonight was big and bright, so beautiful. While looking at the moon, she said nonchalantly,

"If I want to see, do I need to go up to the roof? Can't I watch it in the room?" He felt that his ears were polluted when he heard those two disgusting things.

Mu Yan watched the moon on the roof all night. When it was almost dawn, he returned to his room from the roof.

"Wow,"

There was an indescribable smell in the room, which almost made him vomit.

Mu Yan held her breath, found a quilt from the cabinet, wrapped Tuoba Hong like a silkworm cocoon, and carried him back to his room.

After staying up all night and finishing his work, he went back to the palace yawning and took a nap.

“Bang bang…”

"My lord, it's time to get going."

The Western Regions envoy was awakened by the constant knocking and shouting at the door, his brow furrowed like a mountain.

"I know, I'll be there soon."

An angry voice came from the room. The servant responded and retreated quietly.

The envoy from the Western Regions held his forehead, got out of bed and put on his shoes. After walking a few steps, he seemed to remember something and suddenly turned around to look at the bed. When he slept alone, the bed was never messy. It was the same as before going to bed and when he woke up.

But now the bed where he had slept all night was in a mess. He supported his forehead with his hand, and then moved it down to support his slightly aching waist. It was the soreness after the orgasm.

Someone came to his room last night.

He supported his waist and sat down on a chair not far from the bed. He was very familiar with this feeling, but he had no impression of that person.

"Bang, bang,"

"Sir, it's time to go," this time it was the princess's personal attendant who knocked on the door.

"Come right away." The envoy's attitude towards her was much gentler than that of the previous servant. She was the princess's servant, and he had to give the princess the benefit of the doubt. If someone like her said something bad about him, he would inevitably scold her, so it was not worth offending her.

The messenger glanced at the messy bed, his doubts still in his mind, but he didn't waste any more time thinking about it. He got up, changed his clothes and walked out of the room.

Tuoba Hong was lying on the bed, sound asleep. He turned over inadvertently, which affected the wound on his body. The pain instantly drove away the sleepiness in his mind.

Tuoba Hong tried several times to get up, but the soreness and pain in his bones made him fall back on the bed in failure again and again.

Although he doesn't like it, he does understand it.

Tuoba Hong lay on the bed, trying hard to recall what happened last night. He was so tired that his head was about to explode, but he couldn't remember anything about last night.

No one could stand this kind of insult, let alone the self-righteous Fourth Prince. This was no better than taking his life.

Eager to know if anyone in the inn heard any unusual movement last night, he supported himself on the bed and tried to get out. However, no matter how angry he was, he couldn't overcome the discomfort in his body. He collapsed back onto the bed halfway through getting up.

Tuoba Hong was too proud to ask the waiter to call a doctor. After lying in bed for a whole day, he got out of bed and took some medicine from his bag.

Tuoba Hong had originally planned to continue traveling, but because of this incident, he lost interest in it. After staying in the inn for a while, he hurried back to the palace.

The old eunuch in the cleansing room who was stabbed in the thigh by Mu Yan was saved because he was treated in time, but because his hamstrings were cut, he had to be sent out of the palace.

There is a place outside the palace specifically for eunuchs to live out their retirement when they get old.

"The Seventh Prince was just pretending. He was just pretending. My legs were chopped off by him. Go and report this to the Emperor. I am innocent."

"Yuanxi, you little beast, tell me the truth, didn't you see the Seventh Prince attack me with your own eyes?"

The old eunuch's hands and feet were tied to a thick stick, and he was carried by a eunuch in front and behind. In this way, he had been shouting since the moment he opened his eyes, but because of Yuan Xi's denial, the old eunuch could not bear the shock of having his hamstrings cut, and went crazy.

As for how his hamstring was severed, no one cares.

Although the place outside the palace is a place for retirement, it is actually no different from a beggars' den.

The old eunuch's money had already been secretly taken away by his apprentice when the imperial physician diagnosed that his hamstrings were cut.