Chapter 94 Prince Yong has come to Kang, only Your Highness can…
Prince Yong's reputation for debauchery spread far and wide.
Even the generals of Jing and Xu provinces, who were thousands of miles away, had heard of it.
Compared to Prince Yong's disruptive actions, his willingness to share the emperor's burdens was all the more bizarre. The generals on the observation platform, fearing he would add fuel to the fire, dared not utter a word, but their expressions changed.
Lian Qing wanted to push Prince Yong back to Chang'an with just a look!
Prince Yong paid no heed to these suspicious glances.
That day, when we parted in the study, my elder brother learned of the defeat at the front and immediately set off for Xindu, ruthlessly abandoning himself and his burning desires.
Prince Yong realized that simply pestering and waiting wouldn't make his brother dependent on him; he also needed to contribute value to the Qin Dynasty.
Otherwise, in his elder brother's eyes, he would always be a naughty younger brother, and he would treat him like a child.
I only come to coax you when I have time.
Prince Yong snorted coldly: "Your subject's lightness skill is excellent. He was trained by many masters of the imperial palace and has also learned some espionage and intelligence-gathering skills. He is also most skilled at escaping. I'm sure you all know this very well."
“Ordinary scouts in the army are certainly not as skilled as I am, and those who are already generals in the army are probably too proud to venture deep into the enemy camp. Therefore, I am personally sharing the burden for my brother.”
Prince Yong's attitude was terrible, offending everyone!
The generals present were furious:
"What does Your Highness mean?"
"We are all engaged in military duties, and we have never failed to serve the court wholeheartedly!"
Ying Xi had a splitting headache and waved her hand, saying, "Give him a seat and don't cause any trouble."
The soldiers brought over chairs and placed them below the emperor's dragon throne, and also prepared tea and snacks.
Prince Yong did not take a seat. Instead, because of the pastries, he became even more determined and said, "I am willing to sign a military pledge!"
A military order involves life and death.
The viewing platform was filled with solemnity.
The generals turned their attention to him with seriousness, realizing that His Highness the Prince was indeed going to take a risk.
Yingxi thought that if she didn't agree to Dang'er's request now that things had come to this point, it would seem like she was looking down on him.
"I'm asking you again, are you really going to become a scout?"
“I must go!” Prince Yong said. “Your Majesty, I must go and share your burdens.”
The two brothers have the same pair of dark gray eyes.
Ying Xi stared intently into those eyes.
He watched Dang'er grow up.
He had seen the other person's willful side, clingy side, and stubborn and gloomy side; most of the time, he was quite childish.
I've never seen him earnestly request to carry out a mission.
Youth is often filled with hardship. Perhaps Ying Dang will truly be entrusted with the throne, but Dang'er cannot become a second Emperor Yuan Tai; he should at least establish his own prestige.
The Emperor thought for a moment. Ying Xi nodded and said, "Granted."
But he was still worried about his younger brother, so he arranged for two scouts to be his deputies. The three of them looked after each other and would seize any opportunity to sneak into the new capital.
This was a generous treat from his elder brother, and Prince Yong chuckled to himself.
It turns out that only when he was able to contribute enough value would his elder brother repeatedly spare a glance and show him mercy.
Prince Yong led his men there.
The heavy rain outside the new capital city had not yet stopped.
Under the cover of night, Prince Yong led the way, followed by two scouts. The three men, dressed in imitation rebel uniforms, approached the city wall in a triangular formation.
The two men he brought were both elite soldiers from the scout camp, with good temperaments and personalities, and were willing to follow Prince Yong's orders.
As the two elite soldiers moved forward, they asked him in a low voice, "Your Highness, if we go any further, we will be within the enemy's scouting range. It is not advisable to make any further moves. Please give us your instructions on how to proceed!"
Both expressed their loyalty and warned Prince Yong of the dangers ahead.
Prince Yong turned around, his phoenix eyes curving upwards, a strange glint flashing in his eyes.
The two scouts instantly sensed danger.
"Your...Your Highness?" The scouts stammered and took a half step back in unison.
But Prince Yong had already made his move. With his hands raised like knives, he struck the two scouts on the sides of their necks, knocking them completely unconscious.
The two scouts were dragged to a secluded spot by Prince Yong.
Ying Dang, showing some kindness, even took off their rebel uniforms before leaving.
He walked alone outside the city in the pouring rain, slowly approaching, and crawled into the pile of corpses.
The rain washed away the stench of the corpses, and the odor wasn't strong, but the bodies that had been rained on all turned a deathly white, which would probably scare an ordinary person to death.
Prince Yong was not afraid at all; in fact, he was quite excited.
The thought of what he was about to do excited Prince Yong so much that he smiled and his heart pounded wildly in his chest.
He pulled out the dagger—his brother had returned it to him.
The blade still carries my brother's fragrance and tenderness.
Prince Yong gripped the hilt of his sword, the tip aimed at his left shoulder, and made a long cut along his chest to his lower abdomen.
A sharp pain shot through the blade!
Blood flowed out, soaking into the rain, meandering and spreading around his body, and Prince Yong's face instantly turned ashen!
But he was happy.
Like in the moment of self-harm, seeing his brother smiling at him, worrying about him, and feeling endless heartache for him.
Prince Yong threw the precious sword far away!
The hilt of the knife, stained with the crimson blood of pigeons, traced a long arc in the torrential rain. It was priceless, yet it was discarded like worn-out shoes.
No one would know that such a beautiful knife came from atop a pile of corpses, from a cleverly disguised wounded rebel soldier.
Prince Yong closed his eyes to conserve his strength.
He is waiting.
***
"Quick, quick! There's another one here!"
"Take him away; his injuries can still be treated."
On the night after the torrential rain subsided, the fighting paused, and as usual, teams came out from the new capital to clean up the battlefield.
Prince Yong slept facing the sky for half the night, but dared not sleep soundly, for he might truly die. In the latter half of the night, he noticed his body becoming lighter and was carried onto a stretcher, where the enemy soldiers mistook him for a wounded soldier.
This was Yongwang using the same old trick again, but it was even more convincing than when he infiltrated Guangling.
His knife wounds were fresh and deep, soaked in water, and he reeked of corpse. His chest still aches and feels numb.
Prince Yong was completely unconcerned that he would inevitably fall seriously ill in the past or present.
He deliberately closed his eyes and talked nonsense, calling out "father" and "mother" in a local dialect.
Prince Yong was originally from Jiangnan, and his accent in Guangling was not much different from that in Xindu, which made him even more convincing.
Even the soldiers carrying him were moved by the shouts, paused slightly, and then fell silent.
Prince Yong was carried through the dilapidated city gate.
To prevent a night attack by the Jiangbei army, torches were lit on the city tower, and heavy troops guarded it throughout the night.
Now, the last obstacle to the unification of the world, the new capital, lies beneath Prince Yong.
The new capital was extremely quiet.
It wasn't the kind of utter silence, but rather an atmosphere of death that enveloped the entire city.
No one chatted or spoke; the garrison on the city wall remained motionless, like statues.
Prince Yong curled his lips in a mocking smile.
"Put him here, let's go!" The soldiers who carried him placed Prince Yong and the other wounded in a civilian house not far from the city gate for treatment.
The house had been requisitioned, and several hundred wounded soldiers lay side by side against the walls inside.
The wounded cried out in pain as they received treatment.
After Prince Yong lay there for a while, a military doctor came over, tore open his outer garment, and applied herbal medicine to the wounds on his body. Combined with the still-healing sword wound on his back, how could he not convincingly portray a rebel soldier?
"Good lad, so young yet covered in wounds," the old military doctor said while treating his injuries.
Prince Yong grumbled inwardly, hating people talking about him.
After applying the medicine, he dared not linger. Prince Yong found an opportunity to slip away from the wounded, barely clinging to life.
He leaped onto the roof, leaving the wounded behind, until they became a faint speck of light.
Looking down from this vantage point, one discovers that large swathes of the new capital city are dark, with barely a dozen or so places in the city that still have lights on.
This is very unusual compared to Chang'an.
Where have the people gone?
Are they all hiding inside?
The doubt lingered in Prince Yong's mind for only a moment.
He stepped on thatched bricks and tiles, approaching the new capital palace, whose lights were far more magnificent than those in other parts of the city.
The lanterns landed near the main gate of Prince Yong, casting a rounded shadow from the city tower above.
He held his breath and heard the rustling of armor plates; heavily armored guards were pacing back and forth on the city wall.
Unable to defeat the prince, he lay wounded with his back pressed against the palace wall, hiding himself beneath it, a smug smirk playing on his lips.
But he only had a brief moment of relief.
Opposite him, another heavily armored guard unit drew ever closer.
The palace walls were too high, and Prince Yong's agility was limited, so he couldn't climb them. He could already see the enemy soldiers reflected in his phoenix eyes. He had nowhere to go, no matter how hard he tried!
Lying on the ground, Prince Yong suddenly had an idea. In his half-dead state, he pointed tremblingly at the palace guards who had rushed over to surround him and said, "There are... assassins, assassins from Jiangbei..."
This topic really struck a nerve with the patrol officers!
The king is extremely sensitive now; who dares to relax the defenses of the palace?
The guards, as if their tails had been stepped on, drew their swords and rushed in the direction indicated by Prince Yong.
"Catch the assassin!"
"There's an assassin over there who wounded one of our brothers. Don't let him into the palace!"
The patrolling guards quickly moved away, and the sound of armor plates gradually faded away.
Even a thief crying "stop thief!" can succeed. Prince Yong stretched on the ground, then sat up with a grin.
"Tch, you stupid dog."
People with unusual talents always experience more happiness than ordinary people.
Prince Yong looked up at the palace walls for a moment, then pursed his lips tightly. He knew it was really not the right time for him to climb the city walls.
Where should he go?
A dull pain shot through his chest wound, and cold sweat seeped from Prince Yong's forehead, reminding him to act quickly.
A suitable breakthrough popped into Prince Yong's mind: Li Yilong's harem.
Li Yilong had dozens of concubines, so his harem must have been enormous!
With such limited military strength, he didn't believe that the old man could protect every concubine; the palace's defenses must be biased.
Having figured this out, Prince Yong estimated the size of the new capital palace and used his light-footed skills to leap up and down.
He walked deeper and deeper into the palace, only stopping when he had almost reached the end. He stood on tiptoe, looked up, and gazed into the distance.
There were no soldiers or lights on the city gate; it was pitch black.
He decided to take a gamble, betting that there just happened to be a good-for-nothing empress living inside.
With a heart at will, a long shadow drifts across the ground!
Prince Yong scrambled onto the palace wall, clinging to the edge with both arms, refusing to let go. His muscles bulged with a powerful, angular movement, and the reopening of his wounds sent sharp pains through him, causing large beads of sweat to stream down his face.
Prince Yong gritted his teeth, his phoenix eyes slowly taking in the interior of the palace.
It was a small courtyard, no more than ten steps long and wide.
He was lucky; there was a tree growing in the middle of the courtyard, completely obscuring his figure. He jumped onto the tree, causing the shadows to sway.
Just as Prince Yong was about to land, he heard a soft creak of a door in the courtyard. Someone was there!
The woman walked slowly and gracefully from the doorway to the tree, a delicate jade pendant adorning her. She was an imperial concubine.
The woman gripped the tree trunk and slapped it several times, saying angrily, "You little thief, how dare you come here?"
Prince Yong's brow twitched!
He was mistaken for a thief?
But as soon as the woman finished speaking, the courtyard gate opened, and another figure suddenly rushed under the tree, rashly picking up the palace concubine.
"I'm just a little heart thief; if I don't come, who will pity you?"
The man pinned the concubine against the tree trunk, their clothes rubbing together, the tree crown swaying violently, and the ground beneath the tree filled with panting and the woman's giggles.
"The king has more than forty concubines. If he's blindfolded, how could he possibly remember someone as beautiful as you, Qingqing?"
The woman grew increasingly pleased, replying haltingly, "The King has... more than forty concubines... who can't spare a moment for me, yet you, his strategist and the esteemed Master Fan, are the only one left. You are such a busy man, yet you come to Qiuxiang Palace to meet me in secret... to do this kind of thing..."
This isn't theft, this is... adultery.
Prince Yong's phoenix eyes were bright, and he perked up his ears while using the tree branch as a pillow.
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