"This is the Second Prince of Southern Xinjiang?" General Shen looked him over with a hint of disbelief, occasionally raising his hand to touch the other's face.
The second prince struggled, pulling at the wound on his shoulder and wincing in pain: "You bastard, how dare you touch me!"
General Shen failed to touch the face, and then untied the sachet on his body. Upon seeing the sachet, the second prince instinctively began to struggle, and blood began to flow from his shoulder again.
"hiss!"
pain.
Liu Xu rubbed her face, and her cheeks instantly became red and swollen, covered with dense rings of small bumps. The Second Prince's face darkened: "Have you had enough fun?"
After probing his identity, General Shen put away the sachet and ordered someone to give the second prince timely antidote to prevent him from dying from a severe allergic reaction.
The second prince was forced to open his mouth and swallow the bitter medicine.
Having lived this long, this was the first time he'd ever been fooled. How could he have been deceived by Song Yue? He was filled with regret just thinking about it.
The next day, Song Yue was not seen again.
After a day of turmoil, the second prince was exhausted and leaned against the couch, his hands and feet shackled with shackles as thick as bowls.
Song Yue entered the room and asked someone to brew some blood-nourishing medicine.
"I don't need your pretense," the second prince snorted.
Song Yue said, "I'm not being merciful, I'm just afraid you'll die before you finish learning the techniques."
"Why don't you just kill me?" the second prince tentatively suggested. He had been thinking all night about how to escape from Song Yue's clutches.
Not to mention the dozen or so imperial guards standing at the gate, the fact that he was given the bone-softening powder every twelve hours was enough to make him helpless.
I cried out to heaven but received no response, and cried out to earth but received no help.
It would be better to be dead.
Song Yue nodded seriously: "Alright, how do you want to die? I'll grant your wish today in my great kindness."
The second prince stared into Song Yue's eyes, but he really couldn't figure out what she was thinking.
He deflated, closed his eyes, and began to mutter, "Making a human skin mask isn't difficult; to make it look convincing, you need soft rubber..."
Song Yue listened attentively.
He even took notes and asked people to prepare the materials on the spot.
"Will the Crown Princess release me one day?" the second prince suddenly asked seriously.
Song Yue tilted her head and thought for a while: "Since you taught me the art of disguise, I'll return the favor..."
The second prince's eyes lit up when he heard this.
"If you write one more letter, I will let you leave, how about it?"
The second prince asked skeptically, "What belief?"
"Write a letter to the Emperor of Southern Xinjiang for help, requesting 50,000 troops to join forces with Dongying to attack Northern Chu." Song Yue said, "Once the troops arrive, I will let you leave. We can settle the score between us on the battlefield then, how about that?"
Seeing Song Yue's sincere expression, the Second Prince almost believed her. He curled his lip and said, "The war between Northern Chu and Southern Xinjiang in the north is a move to disperse Southern Xinjiang's forces and weaken its strength. Do you think I'm a fool?"
"A mere 50,000 troops won't make much of a difference. All I need to do is guard the border." Song Yue sighed and poured herself a cup of tea. "As soon as the 50,000 troops set out, I will immediately let you leave."
After pondering for a moment, the second prince did not respond immediately: "Let me think about it."
"A stick of incense."
The second prince glared angrily: "What can you possibly come up with in the time it takes for an incense stick to burn?"
He was absolutely furious with Song Yue. This woman was not only cunning and treacherous, but also full of tricks. Her words could not be easily trusted.
Song Yue shrugged: "I kidnapped you, but you attacked me from behind first. I have never plotted against you. If you don't write a letter, I guarantee that as long as I live, you will always be under my nose."
Perhaps those words had an effect, for the second prince took a deep breath: "I want to see my guards."
"Can!"
The second prince was surprised that Song Yue was so easy to talk to. His eyes flickered slightly, and the next second Song Yue said, "If you dare to tip me off, I will send you to Chunfeng Tower to be registered!"
"You!" The second prince's heart pounded violently with anger, wishing he could tear the girl in front of him to pieces: "You are just as cunning and treacherous as your mother. Seventh Prince is really foolish. How could he have fallen into your mother's hands? Neither of them is a good person."
Despite the scolding, the second prince had no choice but to grit his teeth and compromise.
He found his personal bodyguard at the agreed location.
He picked up a pen and wrote a letter in front of Song Yue. Song Yue took the letter, blew the ink off it, raised her long eyebrows, and reached out her hand to Yun Dong.
Yun Dong brought over several books and placed them in Song Yue's hands.
Song Yue immediately searched for the same handwriting in the books according to the contents of the letter. Upon seeing the books, the Second Prince nearly fainted from anger.
This book was copied by him in his spare time.
"You were prepared all along!" The second prince gritted his teeth.
He sighed inwardly, wondering how despicable and shameless this person was.
Ignoring the second prince's clamor, they compared the characters one by one. In the royal family, sometimes different handwriting styles were also a way of conveying information.
Sure enough, Song Yue circled several characters that were different. The character for "sent out troops" was missing the middle part, and the character for "horse" in "fifty thousand troops" was not hooked.
She circled the words and raised them towards the second prince: "Second Prince, please trouble you to rewrite this letter."
The second prince's eyes were tightly locked, and he secretly vowed in his heart that one day he would kill Song Yue, this scourge, to avenge the humiliation he suffered today.
He wrote another letter under Song Yue's supervision.
After Song Yue confirmed that everything was correct, she stopped and folded the letter, handing it to the guard: "If the army hasn't set off within fifteen days, I can't guarantee what might happen to the Second Prince."
The guard's lips twitched as he glanced at his own second prince.
"Hurry up and go!" the second prince roared.
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