Yun Zhuo rode to the Prime Minister's residence, accompanied by Luo Xing, ten guards, and ten servants, making a grand entrance.

As Luo Xing rode across the street, it was still early and there were few pedestrians. But he shouted, "Make way! The young master and young lady of the Prime Minister's residence have been seriously injured by assassins. His Highness the Crown Prince is on his way to visit them!"

They kept shouting all the way to the main gate of the Prime Minister's residence.

As soon as the gates of the Prime Minister's residence opened, the steward and the gatekeeper saw the Crown Prince personally leading his entourage to the gate, and they were so frightened that their legs almost went weak.

Yun Zhuo dismounted and strode in: "No need to announce your arrival, I've come to visit your young master."

The Prime Minister's residence was his maternal grandfather's family. He grew up there and never imagined that one day they would be enemies.

What does it feel like to step into this place again after so many days?

Yun Zhuo found it hard to describe the feeling; it was as if he had been suddenly placed in a frozen wasteland, with the cold wind and snow scraping across his face and heart like a steel knife.

It was somewhat suffocating, and the pain was direct and intense.

Yun Zhuo clenched her fists tightly beneath her wide sleeves, her nails digging deep into her palms, almost drawing blood.

The Prime Minister's family dared to target his Crown Princess while he was away. If it weren't for his Crown Princess's abilities, she would probably be dead by now, along with her unborn child. He would not let his maternal grandparents off lightly either.

Yun Zhuo was very familiar with the Prime Minister's residence and knew the exact location of Ning Xun's courtyard. He immediately led his men and strode inside.

The butler and his men tried to stop them, but they couldn't.

Of course, since the visitor was His Highness the Crown Prince, they didn't dare to openly and forcefully obstruct him. So they just made a show of stopping him and sent someone to follow Yun Zhuo to Ning Xun's courtyard.

Meanwhile, the steward slipped away on the way to secretly inform Prime Minister Ning Hongxi. Yun Zhuo knew about his little scheme but ignored him.

Ning Xun was shot in the knee with an arrow the night before last, and his kneecap was crushed by Ye Qingxue. Even after he was brought back and the arrow was removed, the broken bone is difficult to heal.

Although the emperor sent imperial physicians to treat the patient, they said that the chances of a full recovery were slim, and that the patient should rest for a while and see if there was any hope.

Ning Xun was tormented and found it difficult to fall asleep.

Adding to the pain was the excruciating agony of the wound. Even though he was so tired that he finally managed to fall asleep, he was soon woken up by the pain again.

So even though it was still early, he was awake when Yun Zhuo and his men stormed into his courtyard.

"Who the hell is causing such a commotion outside?" Ning Xun's anger was like fire that could be lit without being lit, and once lit, it would explode. Upon hearing even the slightest noise, he wanted to find an excuse to beat or kill the person outside so that he could feel better.

"It is I!" Yun Zhuo's deep, cold voice rang out, its undisguised killing intent causing Ning Xun to shudder and making the atmosphere in the room seem to freeze.

The guards and servants beside Ning Xun tried to go out and stop Yun Zhuo, but Yun Zhuo had already strode in.

He was dressed in a black robe, his face exuding coldness. He sat down in the chair next to Ning Xun's bed, his every move elegant, yet he gave off a powerful aura.

Ning Xun sat on the bed with a limp, leaning against the pillow, looking up at Yun Zhuo, gritting his teeth: "Your Highness, what important matter brings you to my residence so early in the morning?"

Yun Zhuo estimated the distance between them, got up, and walked to his bedside. Luo Xing immediately moved the chair behind him forward, and Yun Zhuo sat down again, placing one foot on the edge of Ning Xun's bed, resting his elbow on his knee, looking down at Ning Xun.

In that extremely short time, Ning Xun felt extremely humiliated by his series of actions. His hands clenched into fists, his face flushed red, and his eyes were filled with anger.

"I heard that your leg was broken by an assassin, and the bones are shattered. Even if you set the bones, it won't be of much use. So I came here specifically to see if this is true."

"..." Ning Xun's anger surged instantly, his eyes reddening. "How my leg was broken is unknown to others, but surely His Highness the Crown Prince knows?"

Yun Zhuo's lips curled into a cold, mocking smile: "I know that, but that doesn't stop me from personally checking whether it has been completely severed."

"If it's not completely severed, I don't mind putting in a little more effort."

As they spoke, Yun Zhuo kicked off Ning Xun's blanket with her foot, which was on the edge of the bed. She saw that his leg was wrapped in white gauze and blood was seeping out. Without hesitation, Yun Zhuo stepped on it.

"Ah!" Ning Xun didn't expect him to dare to do this, and he was even more surprised that he would do this. He screamed in pain.

Everything happened so smoothly, as if in the blink of an eye, Yun Zhuo's actions were completed, and Ning Xun's guards didn't even have time to stop him.

Yun Zhuo's kick completely crushed Ning Xun's last remaining hope. His leg was truly ruined. In excruciating pain, Ning Xun instinctively slapped Yun Zhuo's chest!

To his utter surprise, after this palm strike, Yun Zhuo actually spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot.

The blood splattered on his bed, staining his blankets, sheets, and mosquito net with spots and patches.

Ning Xun looked at Yun Zhuo in disbelief. He saw blood on the corner of Yun Zhuo's mouth, dripping onto his clothes, making his face look bloodless. Moreover, Yun Zhuo had fainted in Luo Xing's arms.

"..." Ning Xun looked at his hand again. He had been furious and had indeed used all his strength to strike that palm, but could he really have injured Yun Zhuo so badly?

"Young Master Ning, how dare you! My Crown Prince came to visit you out of kindness after learning of your injury, yet you severely injured him!" Luo Xing said in a deep voice, supporting Yun Zhuo.

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