After the female physician finished treating the last wound, King Huai impatiently waved his hand, ordering them all to leave.
Yun Wuyi, that traitor, really thinks he's a prince of the new dynasty.
Since he just got married, he decided to be magnanimous and kill them both.
Even in the netherworld, they wouldn't be considered wandering ghosts anymore.
This is much better than being a monk.
Suddenly, a pigeon cooed from outside the window.
King Huai looked up and saw a tiny silver needle strike an acupoint, instantly rendering him unable to move.
A whistling sound of wind broke through the window in the dark night—
That familiar strength and power...
King Huai's pupils contracted, and with a bang—
His body crashed heavily downwards.
The football match that hadn't ended in the Imperial Garden this morning finally came to a perfect conclusion with the final kick.
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When Qi Su returned to the Qishan Prince's Mansion, the old man Qishan had already returned from the palace.
He was sitting alone in the room, without even his Buddhist prayer beads.
The door was wide open, and his eyes were deep and cold.
Qi Su paused, sensing for some reason that Qi Su was about to be interrogated.
Qi Su walked into the room, where the man looked at her intently.
He remained silent.
Qi Su: "Where did you go? You're newly married and already staying out all night? Are you trying to rebel?"
Yun Wuyi's lips moved slightly.
He continued to stare at her intently, without saying a word.
Qi Su asked and answered herself, her voice soft and innocent.
"They've gone to Prince Huai's residence!"
"That Prince Huai is a bastard! He still owes me a ball, and I can't sleep at night unless I throw it at him!"
After saying that, he spread his arms and spun around in front of Yun Wuyi.
"I'm perfectly fine, not a scratch on my skin. You know your queen is very capable. But I was wrong to make you worry. I won't do it again."
After saying that, he added another sentence.
"I'll try my best not to do it again in the future."
Yun Wuyi: "..."
That wasn't all; she took an apricot blossom from her sleeve.
The pink flower buds are half-open, just at their best.
Qi Su, with a grin, presented the flower to Yun Wuyi.
"I saw that the flowers in the Prince Huai's mansion were in full bloom, and I thought it was a pity that you weren't by my side to see them. So I specially picked some and gave them to you."
Yun Wuyi: "..."
Outside the door, the female official under the eaves watched her master's expression.
From gloomy and cold to a slightly somber expression.
Even though she had a stern face, her breath was not cold at all.
It's obvious that the gas has completely dissipated.
This master, who never shows his emotions, is actually so easy to please.
The princess, who had caused the trouble, was still itching to put the apricot blossom on her mistress's head.
He put it on while sighing.
"I'll make you flowers when your hair grows longer. Last time your hair finally grew so long, and then you went bald again."
The implication is that she is very dissatisfied with her husband's bald head.
The prince reached out and stopped her by her soft waist.
He held her in his arms.
Sigh, the rest of the scenes are not suitable for children.
As a sensible female official, she should naturally step down quietly at this point.
I also closed the door for them.
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Night had fallen.
The lights were still on inside the Embroidered Robe Envoy's Garrison.
The Qin merchant was released from Zhao Prison.
Her expression remained clean and gentle, only her dark-colored casual clothes were dull in color.
As they walked, the lights at the entrance of the prison shone on their clothes.
As the luster shifts, one can see that the somber color is actually a deep crimson.
The maid waiting at the door handed him a clean handkerchief to wipe his hands.
Qin Shang's gentle, slender fingers were also stained with blood that had not yet dried.
Jingrou: "His Majesty has bestowed upon us imperial wine and delicacies."
The Qin merchant focused intently on wiping his hands.
Her lowered eyelashes remained unfurled, and she said nonchalantly:
"You can handle it yourself."
He was a member of the Embroidered Robe Envoy, a figure who could not be seen in the light of day.
On such a day of national celebration as the Emperor's birthday, it was naturally inappropriate for him to appear in the Qinghe Palace and revel with the officials.
But his good father still thought about this son.
Look, the imperial wine has been bestowed upon us.
They should be extremely grateful.
Qin Shang: "Has anything happened in the palace?"
Jingrou gave a report on the matter concerning the Princess of Qishan and Prince Huai.
Qin Shang raised an eyebrow.
He sneered.
"That idiot, if it weren't for his mother's family scheming for him, with that pig brain, would he even dare to dream of sitting in that position?"
Jingrou seemed not to have heard her superior's comments.
He reported the news he had just gathered in a flat tone.
"A scout from the Prince Huai's residence just reported that the Prince Huai was attacked in his residence and was knocked unconscious by a football."
The perpetrator was not caught, and King Huai was furious upon waking. The entire King Huai's residence is now under search for the killer.
The Qin merchant was taken aback, then burst into laughter.
That idiot!
After enduring for so many months, you must be about to lose your temper.
He attacked Yun Wuyi's newlywed wife.
Yes, Yunzheng is the emperor's biggest worry.
King Huai knew that they would be eliminated sooner or later.
The assassination attempt at Qingyuan Post Station before the New Year was based on the certainty that even if the emperor found out, he wouldn't do anything to him.
Fool, does he think that former dynasty prince is an easy target?
Let's wait and see; the struggle for Kyoto may very well begin with this seventh prince.
…
After leaving the Zhaoyu prison, Qin Shang walked alone, hands behind his back, to an inconspicuous courtyard within the Zhenfu Division.
Candlelight illuminated the courtyard.
The main hall door was half-open, revealing what was inside.
A slender woman dressed in blue is picking through dried medicinal herbs under the candlelight.
She lowered her head, her fingers were slender and white, and she looked extremely serious.
Qin Shang's eyes softened.
I stepped through the door and called out:
"Ayan, I'm back."
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King Huai drank wine on his birthday and behaved improperly, for which he was reprimanded.
At the same time, the Empress bestowed upon the King of Qishan and his wife a pile of strange and unusual trinkets from foreign lands.
That's the end of that.
After the news spread, Consort Xian went to the Empress Dowager's palace.
She wept and recounted the injuries suffered by King Huai.
Finally, she pressed her handkerchief to the corner of her eye, choking back tears of grievance.
"...She's alluring and graceful, captivating men from the moment they meet. And yet, this woman is incredibly strong, managing to injure the prince so badly."
"My son has never been so badly wounded on the battlefield before. What is Yunzheng's intention in marrying such a woman and allowing her to move freely within the palace?"
Consort Xian was the Empress Dowager's niece.
Prince Huai was the Empress Dowager's most beloved grandson.
Upon hearing that Prince Huai had been injured in an accident, the Empress Dowager had already sent a large amount of medicine to him.
When the Empress Dowager saw Consort Xian crying and complaining, her expression turned gloomy.
"You don't need to cry, I know everything. Yunzheng chose the bride himself, so we'll just keep her out of the palace. As for the rest, what's the rush? There will be retribution eventually."
…
Let's not talk about the palace.
There was no movement from the Qishan Prince's Mansion.
What happened back then wasn't only known to the concubines in the palace.
Many of the court ladies who attended the banquet saw it.
King Huai's attempt to humiliate the Queen of Qishan failed, and he was instead beaten up by a woman with a football.
He was supposed to be a great general who was renowned throughout Southern Chu, but now he has utterly lost face.
The King of Qishan was always gentle and knew the bigger picture.
The next day, he submitted a memorial to apologize to his wife.
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