About two hours later, the tightly closed door was finally opened from the inside.
"princess!"
"How is the master?"
"Is the prince all right?"
Everyone rushed forward immediately, and several pairs of worried eyes fell on the woman.
Qin Ye performed the surgery for a full four hours. He looked a little tired, but his voice was much more relaxed:
"His wound has been sutured and the bleeding has stopped. His life is not in danger for now, but his injuries are serious. I'm afraid he will have to stay in bed for the next month."
Of course, this is all later. The important thing is that we are safe now.
Han Ying immediately ran into the house to take Prince Chen's pulse, and Butler Yang also hurried in to check on him. Yue'er and Yunying stood at the door, watching from afar.
When Han Feng was about to go in, a voice called him:
"Come with me."
He paused slightly.
princess……
He glanced inside the room, then looked at the princess's back as she walked out. After hesitating for a moment, he quickly followed her.
Outside the yard, in an empty corner.
Qin Ye wiped the blood off his hands and asked calmly, "How did you get hurt?"
Han Feng knew that the princess had been with the master and had experienced a lot, and he also recognized the princess's ability, so he did not hide anything and said bluntly:
"Prince."
"These past few days, the master has been targeting the crown prince, removing his close aides openly and covertly. When he was about to deal with the Minister of Revenue, he accidentally fell into a trap..."
"The Ministry of Revenue manages the country's accounts. The prince made a lot of money with the help of the Minister of Revenue, bribed many officials, and even used public funds to raise private soldiers! Only by getting rid of the Minister of Revenue and cutting off the prince's emergency lifeline can we completely control the prince!"
But the old thief, the Minister of Revenue, was cunning and treacherous. In addition, his master had not had a good rest in recent days and was exhausted. He fell into the trap and was seriously injured.
When his master gets better, he will skin the Minister of Revenue alive!
Qin Ye threw away the dirty handkerchief and got straight to the point:
"Where are the people?"
Han Feng was stunned: "Princess, you want to..."
"Answer me, where is the person now?"
.
In a brothel in the imperial capital, a middle-aged man leisurely got into a sedan chair, humming a little tune.
Lift the sedan chair.
leave.
The assistant minister followed the sedan chair and whispered to the window as he followed the sedan chair:
"Does the King of Chen really think he can cover the world with one hand? He is so young, yet he is so lawless. You have been through more than 20 years more than him, and that kid still wants to fight you!"
You are simply overestimating your own abilities!
In the sedan chair.
The middle-aged man folded his hands in his sleeves, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, the two moustaches at the corners of his mouth swayed proudly, and hummed:
"Humph, if I didn't have some tricks up my sleeve, how could I be in the position I am today? I am the most important aide to the Crown Prince. With the Crown Prince protecting me, how dare he touch me?"
"He can move me?"
He pulled the corner of his mouth open with disdain, revealing a few yellow teeth: "You little yellow-haired kid, your hair hasn't even grown out yet, go back to your mother's womb and train for two years before you come fight me!"
The assistant minister laughed so hard that his eyes could hardly see:
"Yes, yes, your Excellency is wise!"
The sedan chair slowly passed through the street.
On the second floor of a teahouse, next to the window, stood a slender white figure.
The woman stood by the window, her slightly lowered eyes fixed on the position of the sedan chair, and her right hand hanging by her side was holding a slender ice spike.
The ice spikes were long and sharp, emitting a cold and chilling light, reflecting the coldness in the woman's eyes, and exuding the chill of death...