Chapter 227 If he hadn’t died, when would the prince be able to marry the beauty?
Without Qiu Zongping having to speak again, Mo Jinchuan said directly, "She sent pills to Madam Qiu early this morning. Madam Qiu is in good health these days, so you don't need to worry."
As he spoke, he took out a porcelain bottle from his bosom and said, "Come over and lend a hand. Help me apply the medicine."
Qiu Zongping quickly stepped forward and was about to take the porcelain bottle when he heard Mo Jinchuan continue, "Go get a basin of water to wash your hands first. Clean water is required."
"Wash your hands again?" Qiu Zongping was stunned.
Previously, when the prince was injured on the battlefield and it was inconvenient to let outsiders know, he secretly applied medicine to the prince in the tent.
There are at least eighty, if not a hundred, injuries of all sizes. It's good enough if you can find time to apply medicine in a hurry. When do you have time to wash your hands?
Or maybe the prince has been living a life of luxury and being served for the past two years since returning to Beijing, so he has become more particular.
Seeing him frozen in place, Mo Jinchuan suppressed the thought of kicking him again and said, "Tell the brothers below that next time you get hurt, don't rush to apply medicine. Wash the blood off your hands as much as possible before applying the medicine.
If blood stains on hands get on the mouth, it can easily cause the wound to become red, swollen, and ulcerated, and in severe cases, it can cause a high fever and convulsions."
"Miss Song also said this?" Qiu Zongping had a strange expression.
Fearing that he might anger Mo Jinchuan, he quickly said, "Your Highness, calm down and be careful of the injury on your shoulder."
When removing the gauze, he was still sighing that fortunately the injury was to his left shoulder and would not affect his future use of the knife. However, when he saw the blackened surface of the wound, he instantly clenched his teeth.
"Those beasts from Liang State!"
The moment the powder touched the wound, Mo Jinchuan frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "The assassins are not a single group."
"Your Highness, are you saying that the person who shot the arrow that night was not from Liang?"
Qiu Zongping had someone investigate and found that the woman who committed suicide by taking poison at the banquet that day was indeed a spy planted in the border town by the two countries a few years ago, and there was no problem with her identity.
On the contrary, the assassin who was caught later, although he insisted that he was Ke Shan's former subordinate, and his name and identity matched, there were still doubts everywhere.
All the spies are carefully selected and well-trained. When their identities are exposed, the first thing they do is to try every possible way to seek death, so as to get a quick death and suffer less punishment.
Those who really want to die but cannot, are all very stubborn. They will never say a word unless they have experienced all the punishments in prison.
Most of the Liang State spies who were captured before were tortured but still could not be pried open. They died in prison due to excessive blood loss and fever.
How could it be that after ten lashes, the executioner had just started warming up and the person confessed everything without hesitation?
If I tell anyone about it, I'll lose face as a spy.
He originally thought that the man was a subordinate of the Crown Prince of Liang or the Queen, and was worried that he would be retaliated by the prince later, so he pinned all the charges on a dead man.
Now hearing what the prince said, I'm afraid there is another hidden story.
Mo Jinchuan responded calmly, "The word 'peace' is embroidered on the cuffs of that man's inner garment in a dark pattern. The stitching is the same as that commonly used by the people of Da'an."
Qiu Zongping suddenly realized, "The people of Liang are not good at needlework, and they don't have the custom of embroidering words on clothes."
As he spoke, his hands unconsciously became heavier, causing Mo Jinchuan to groan in pain, with the veins on his forehead clearly exposed.
Mo Jinchuan closed his eyes, endured the pain and ordered: "If those two brothers come to test me again, you must tell them the truth and say that the king is in great pain and there is no way to save him.
This king wants to see who they belong to."
Qiu Zongping responded but didn't dare to speak. He held his breath and concentrated until the wound was bandaged. Then he looked at him and asked, "How does your highness plan to deal with General Lin?"
He explained: "My brothers all know how to handle things properly. He just looked at the severity of the injury and didn't delay eating and drinking."
Without waiting for Mo Jinchuan to speak, he continued, "With his vengeful nature, he suffered a loss at Miss Song's hands that night. Even if he returns to the capital one day, he will definitely not divorce her happily.
Rather than letting Miss Song be controlled by him and never be free, it would be better..."
Meeting his sparkling eyes, Mo Jinchuan followed his words and said, "It would be better to let him die on the battlefield."
Qiu Zongping nodded quickly, "I knew the prince would think the same."
After he finished speaking, he quickly made amends, "What I just said was all nonsense. Your Highness is a gentleman. How could he do such a thing as plotting against others?"
He patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, Your Highness. Leave this kind of dirty work to me. I promise to do it cleanly and leave no evidence behind."
Mo Jinchuan asked with a half-smile, "Are you quite experienced?"
Qiu Zongping felt a chill on his back and blurted out, "How could it be? How could I dare to do such a despicable thing?"
If he dares, one more person will have a broken leg.
Brother An was still okay, but the prince was really cruel when he beat him. I remember that he once caused a big trouble, and the prince was so angry that he beat him up in front of all the soldiers, and even broke two of his horsewhips.
Mo Jinchuan sneered, "Since you know it's despicable and you still dare to mention it, I think you are itching for trouble."
Hearing this sneer, Qiu Zongping's legs weakened. He said with a stiff upper lip, "This general is also thinking about the prince."
"Why?"
"If he doesn't die, when will the prince be able to bring the beauty home?"
"In that case, I should thank you."
Qiu Zongping shook his head decisively and said, "Lin Tingfeng is a wicked man with evil ambitions. He's been favoring people in the border town for two years and has suppressed countless soldiers. He might even have connections with people from the Liang State. Even if this incident hadn't happened, his death would be a pity."
Mo Jinchuan stared at him gravely and said in a cold voice, "He really deserves to die.
But as a general of Da'an, he could die on the battlefield to defend his country, or he could be tried and killed after the court found evidence of his collaborating with the enemy.
The only thing is, I cannot die because of the conspiracy and scheming of my own people."
Qiu Zongping was deeply shocked when he heard this and said respectfully, "Your Highness, I will definitely keep this in mind."
Mo Jinchuan glared at him and said, "Stop flattering me. Go get some bedding and I'll sleep with you tonight."
Hearing this, Qiu Zongping instantly became happy and hurried out.
He muttered, "Fortunately, there's a new bed and bedding."
Looking at his back, which was a head taller than two years ago, Mo Jinchuan shook his head helplessly. After all, he was still a child.
Those second-generation rich kids in Beijing who rely on their families and have no ambition to make progress, when they were his age, they only knew how to play with cats and dogs, and go to brothels to have a drink when they had nothing to do.
Perhaps he had too high expectations of him and his requirements were indeed a bit harsh, so he needs to change them in the future.
After all, the child is grown up now and is leading a soldier. We can't punish him as we did in the past. We should at least give him some face.
A quarter of an hour later, Mo Jinchuan decided to take back what he had just said.
Children should be beaten if they need to be, otherwise they will not become successful.
Qiu Zongping had the audacity to ask him before bed, "Since Your Majesty has admired Miss Song for so long, why didn't he propose marriage earlier, instead letting that villain surnamed Lin take advantage?"
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