Chapter 198 He’s not dead?
"We clearly checked if there was any foreign object in his mouth." The guard muttered, his face turning pale.
Everyone rushed to Fu Yi, but for a moment they couldn't tell what the killer had vomited out.
Fu Yi leaned against the wall, pinching his nose with one hand, and uttered a word with some unbearable pain: "...dirty."
Killer: “…”
Qu Mai reacted violently, shouting at the top of his lungs, "Quick! Take off the prince's robe!"
Over there, a guard grabbed the killer on the gallows by the neck and said, "Tell me! What did you do?"
“Cough cough cough…”
The guard pried open his mouth and took a look, and he almost vomited.
"What's that smell..."
The mouth that was pried open was covered in blood so much that the tongue was almost invisible.
"Cough, cough!" He coughed violently twice, and then there was a sound of wind squeezing into the narrow chimney in his throat.
"Master... he's dead." The guard's eyelids twitched, and his voice was tense with a hint of fear.
This man died too quickly.
It is inevitable to think that it was the thing that came out of his mouth that killed him.
"Master!" the guard shouted and turned to look at Fu Yi.
Fu Yi had already retreated to the outer room, with half of his robe removed, revealing his thin upper body. The maid holding the lamp beside him couldn't help but turn her head away with a slight blush.
...The master is still alive.
The guard breathed a sigh of relief and rushed forward in three or two steps. He saw Qu Mai using two wooden sticks to clamp a tiny piece of debris and carefully withdrew his hand.
This thing was stuck in Fu Yi's clavicle.
It’s not the master’s fault that his collarbone is so well-shaped, it fits perfectly when connected!
The guard's scalp tingled, and he asked in a trembling voice, "Is it poisonous?"
Qu Mai's voice trembled: "It must be poisonous."
Wu Xun frowned, drew out the dagger he carried with him, and hesitated.
Fu Yi glanced at him and said, "Let's do it."
Before Qu Mai could react, Wu Xun gritted his teeth, heated the dagger over the fire, and then quickly cut open the wound on Fu Yi's collarbone.
Fortunately, the fragments had not penetrated too deeply, so the area that needed to be cut out was not that large.
In Wu Xun's opinion, this is the fastest way to isolate the poison.
Killers like Qu Mai often do this to save their lives.
But he never expected that the dignified Prince Danshuo could do such a thing to him!
For a moment, everyone in the dungeon held their breath.
Until the imperial physician arrived.
Rinse the wound with saline and then bandage it.
In the blink of an eye, half an hour had passed, and Fu Yi was still alive and well, which made them breathe a sigh of relief.
Then it should be fine, right?
Wu Xun recovered in one breath, and finally had the energy to curse: "This bastard! He actually has such a trick up his sleeve!"
Fu Yi sat sideways in the chair: "What he is waiting for is to be interrogated. Only then will you untie the restraints on his mouth."
The others were filled with hatred when they heard this: "No wonder he answers whatever you ask. He's just waiting for his master to come."
Wu Xun's expression was even more regretful: "You can't trust his answer..."
"Not necessarily." Fu Yi reached out and flipped the record book on the desk.
However, just this one movement caused a sharp pain in his collarbone.
His face turned slightly blue and he had to stop.
"He came to assassinate me, but was ambushed and caught red-handed. What do you think he would have guessed?"
"...Would you think there was a traitor in the building?" Qu Mai continued.
"Well, he doesn't know what the traitor confessed. In order to ensure he can see me again and complete the assassination, he has to tell the truth. He must tell the truth. That way, there won't be any discrepancies between what the 'traitor' said.' Only then will it be worth my trip."
Wu Xun was stunned and said, "Is this thing... trustworthy? We..."
"As planned."
"But the master's body..."
"Being injured makes it even more important to achieve my goal. Otherwise, how can I justify this injury?"
The words had just fallen.
Someone came over to report: "The palace heard about the attack on the prince, so they sent people over, and brought the Divine Guards with them."
The Divine Guards were in charge of guarding the Imperial Capital. Now that Fu Yi had been assassinated, they were already slow to arrive.
Fu Yi stood up: "It's time to go and greet him."
Wu Xun followed closely behind, and although he looked worried, he did not ask questions like "is it worth it?"
He knew that his master was always like this.
If he wanted to do something, he had to achieve his goal. The difficulties and obstacles he encountered along the way only made it more interesting.
People were quickly led over. The eunuchs who always served the emperor walked in front, and the Divine Guards were two steps behind.
Both sides greeted each other politely.
"Haven't you seen Commander Jiang?" Fu Yi greeted casually.
The Divine Guard was not good at lying. He was stunned for a moment and said, "I don't know."
A glimmer of light flashed across Fu Yi's eyes, but he didn't ask any further questions.
The lieutenant should know best where his superiors had gone. It wasn't that he didn't know, but that he couldn't know.
What did Jiang Shenyuan do privately in accordance with the emperor's order?
Fu Yi put his thoughts aside and changed the subject, "Luckily, I discovered the assassin's origins. Coincidentally, the Divine Guards are here, so let's go capture him together."
When Wu Xun heard this, he looked up in surprise.
Going today?
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Hanging Temple.
The carriage was parked outside the door, ready to set off.
Cheng Nianying walked out the door with almost nothing.
Commander Jiang walked towards her and saw that she looked strange. He asked, "Are you scared?"
Cheng Nianying said "hmm".
Of course she wasn't afraid.
She was looking at the stopped carriages.
This was somewhat different from what she had guessed - if Jiang Shenyuan was guarding the emperor, the emperor's carriage should have been even more intimidating.
If he is not the emperor, then why is this person's whereabouts and identity a secret?
Cheng Nianying was still thinking rapidly, but the people in the carriage over there could no longer sit still.
He was just surprised, so he rolled up a corner of the car curtain to see who Jiang Shenyuan was waiting for... When he saw...
"Isn't this the Princess of Fu Yi?" He sneered.
The voice sounds familiar.
Cheng Nianying thought.
Especially the way he spoke, it sounded familiar.
"Or have you found a substitute to deal with Fu Yi?" the man asked again.
There is no intention to hide it at all.
"She is, and she isn't," Jiang Shenyuan replied.
"What do you mean?"
"She's mine." Jiang Shenyuan smiled calmly, "But she was indeed Fu Yi's wife for a few days. She replaced Qin Yurong a long time ago."
"How early?"
"From the day of our wedding."
"She's one of your assassins?" The voice changed slightly. "No wonder! No wonder!"
At this moment, Cheng Nianying finally remembered where this voice sounded familiar...
She took a step forward and asked tentatively, "...Prince?"
The curtain of the carriage was completely lifted up in an instant.
It was the prince who was supposed to be dead.
He had lost a lot of weight, and his cheeks were slightly sunken, which made him look even more gloomy.
He smiled at Cheng Nianying: "Didn't expect that?"
He said, "Come here."
It seems like he has some bad idea.
Jiang Shenyuan frowned, but said nothing.
Cheng Nianying also wanted to find out more, so she jumped into the carriage.
It was so straightforward that it actually made the prince feel awkward.
Cen Yaoxin also saw this scene from afar.
Does "Xiao He" have a grudge against this "noble man"?
That's good.
But she relaxed too early.
Inside the carriage, the prince raised his eyelids and acted as usual: "Who told you to sit? Kneel down and serve me."
Cheng Nianying didn't move.
The prince was slightly annoyed and stretched out his hand. Cheng Nianying did not dodge but instead welcomed it, opening her five fingers and shaking it.
The prince's heart was instinctively moved by the soft touch.
The next moment.
"ah!!!"
The prince's wrist was broken.
Cheng Nianying muttered secretly, I am just afraid of Jiang Shenyuan and Master Ruan, I am not afraid of you.
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