No matter how much the Third Prince planned, he couldn't just abandon Ma Shangfeng's biological father in a brothel. Otherwise, if the news got out, the entire Wei Dynasty would lose all its face!
"Go, go!" He glanced at the frightened Yue Xin, who was already a lovely beauty, and now she was even more pitiful. But he hardened his heart and ordered, "Kill her!"
A guard immediately stepped forward, and with a flash of his sword, the newly promoted courtesan disappeared into thin air.
Coincidentally, Zhao Jincheng was brought into the house by the guards and witnessed Yue Xin being killed with his own eyes. He was so frightened that his eyes rolled back and he fainted.
The Third Prince asked impatiently, "Who is this?"
"It seems he's from the Zhao family!" The middle-aged scholar explained, "He's the cousin of the general guarding the border!"
The Third Prince's eyes flashed, and he ordered, "Escort him to my palace. Sir, go and silence the madam, and the rest of you, follow me into the palace."
Slow to speak, quick to act. Everything seemed troublesome, but in fact it was only a matter of moments, and the bedroom was empty, leaving only the Yuexin girl who died with her eyes wide open.
Of course, there is also Zhao Guier who escaped death.
Just now, the master was looking at the hole with pleasure, so he took the opportunity to run out and defecate.
As a result, while he was squatting in the bushes and trying hard, there was a commotion next door, and the window of the utility room was suddenly kicked in, and the master was dragged away like a dead dog.
Although he was loyal, he was also afraid of death, so he covered his mouth and dared not make a sound.
After a while, the trembling old madam also got the news and appeared with two pimps. They swiftly wrapped Yue Xin in a straw mat, put her on a cart, and took her away to an unknown place to destroy the body.
After simply cleaning up the bloodstains in the room and locking the door with a brass lock, the matter was completely settled.
Zhao Guier waited until the surroundings became quiet before dragging her numb legs and running home!
Mr. Zhao and his concubine had drunk a lot of wine and were sleeping soundly. They were very unhappy when they were suddenly woken up.
In fact, the concubine was not happy either. She finally had the chance to win over a man, but the visitor's words were too serious, so she didn't dare to delay.
"Master, Zhao Gui'er is here, saying something serious has happened! I dare not delay..."
Zhao Guier?
Uncle Zhao remembered that this man was his son's attendant, so he went out with a gloomy face and a long coat on.
Zhao Guier cried with snot and tears all over her face, and knelt down quickly, "Uncle, you have to save me, I'm going to die!"
Uncle Zhao was so frightened that he grabbed Zhao Guier by the collar and asked angrily, "What's going on?"
Zhao Guier rolled his eyes as he was being strangled. It was the old housekeeper who stepped forward to rescue him. "Master, Master, please listen to what this servant has to say first! It's his fault and he must be punished, but saving people is the most important thing now."
Uncle Zhao let go of his hand. Zhao Guier coughed dryly several times, but he knew he couldn't delay any longer, so he quickly told the story. At the end, he tried his best to shirk his responsibility and added a few words in a low voice.
"The master had his eyes on that courtesan, and because she was suddenly snatched away, he was very angry. I had no choice but to resort to this trick! I thought I could take a few secret glances at her to relieve the master's boredom, but I didn't expect to be discovered and cause a death..."
Uncle Zhao is not very smart, but he is selfish. When it comes to his family, his brain works at high speed and he feels something is wrong no matter how he thinks about it.
"You said the man who stole the courtesan was a retainer of the Third Prince? But he brought six guards with him, including one old and one young?"
"Yes!" Zhao Guier nodded quickly, "Not only did I see it, everyone in the brothel saw it."
"What are the identities of that old man and that young man? Are the Third Prince's followers respectful to them or do they just ignore them?" Uncle Zhao asked, his face full of uneasiness.
Zhao Guier thought for a moment and replied, "The old man and the young man were disguised, so it's hard to tell what they look like, but when they went downstairs, they were walking in front of the servants. They shouldn't be... followers, maybe friends!"
Uncle Zhao slumped to the ground, his face pale, and he muttered, "It's over. I'm afraid it's completely over this time!"
Zhao Guier was afraid of being punished, and was still trying to defend herself, "Uncle, Uncle! Even if something happened, he is still a retainer of the Third Prince, not the Third Prince! The most I have done is to offend him, and I can just give him some gifts..."
"Idiot, what do you know!" Uncle Zhao was furious. He jumped up and kicked Zhao Gui'er hard. The housekeeper was afraid that he was exhausted, so he advised, "Uncle, Uncle, save the people first, and the rest will be easy. Don't get tired, otherwise I will really have no hope."
Uncle Zhao vented his anger and immediately ordered the housekeeper, "Have someone tie up Zhao Gui'er, gag him, and keep him under strict guard. No one is allowed to approach him."
The housekeeper immediately called the guards in. In the blink of an eye, Zhao Guier was tied up like a dumpling, and her mouth was blocked so much that she had difficulty breathing.
He sobbed and tried to beg for mercy, but Uncle Zhao didn't even look at him.
When the room was quiet, Master Zhao walked around several times and instructed the old housekeeper, "Go and find out what's going on in the palace, especially...how's the emperor doing?"
The butler shuddered with shock, his eyes nearly popping out. He wasn't stupid, and immediately realized, "Uncle, you mean... say..."
Uncle Zhao nodded irritably and replied in a low voice, "I hope not! Otherwise, everyone in our family will be beheaded!"
The old butler was so scared that he just wanted to rely on his master to continue enjoying wealth and glory, but he didn't want to lose his head.
"Don't worry, sir. I'll go right away. Right away!"
He almost crawled out, but was afraid that others would notice something, so he had to take people to do the job himself.
The winter nights are very long, and in the eyes of those who are attentive, they seem like a thousand years in a blink of an eye.
In the palace, the third prince was waiting outside the emperor's bedroom and almost made a groove in the floor tiles!
There is no impenetrable wall in the world. Although he met his father by accident last night, many people saw them going in and out of brothels together.
If the emperor is fine this time, for the sake of his reputation and the reputation of the Great Wei, everyone will help to conceal the truth even if they know it.
But if the emperor had not survived, his two brothers would have exposed the matter immediately, and the court officials would have eaten him alive without them having to do anything.
By then, even if the emperor had issued an imperial decree to pass the throne to him in advance, he would not be able to save his life!
What you fear will come true. The imperial physician in the room has not yet reached a conclusion, but the eldest prince, the second prince and several important cabinet officials have received the news and rushed over!
The eldest prince's face darkened as he started yelling, "What's going on, Third Prince? Why did Father fall ill?"
The Second Prince, not to be outdone, chimed in, "Why would Father leave the palace when he's perfectly fine, and come back sick? Where on earth did you take Father?"
Several important ministers did not want to get involved in the fight between the brothers, but they were still concerned about the emperor's life and death, so they followed up and asked questions.
"Yes, Your Highness, what happened? How is the Emperor's health?"
How could the Third Prince dare to say that he had taken his father to sleep with an Oiran and that he had caused his father to have a stroke? He gritted his teeth and racked his brains to find an excuse, but nothing worked.
He could only stiffen his neck and fight back forcefully.
"How would I know? I just ran into Father outside the palace and walked around with him. Maybe it was too cold and Father was feeling unwell!"
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