Yu Nanqing must die today!
However, he quickly calmed down. Now that everyone was watching, even if he wanted Yu Nanqing dead, he couldn't act impulsively at this moment.
He gritted his teeth and composed himself, but he couldn't suppress the anger in his expression. Yet, he stepped forward with a worried look on his face: "Third brother! Weren't you paralyzed? How... how could you stand up!"
Looking at the long sword in his hand and the soldiers he had killed, covered in blood, his tightly furrowed brows remained furrowed even if he wanted to.
"I can stand up, aren't you happy, Your Majesty?" Yu Nanqing asked with a half-smile, his raised face full of provocation.
Emperor Yuanhe felt a tightness in his chest, his anger stuck in his throat, unable to rise or fall.
He clenched his fist in his sleeve, staring intently at Yu Nanqing, trying to discern something from his face.
When the imperial physicians examined Yu Nanqing back then, they determined that there was no cure for him and that he would never be able to stand up again.
Could it be that Yu Nanqing used some method to put on airs in front of him?
Yu Nanqing's eyes seemed to see through everything, and his face showed nothing but arrogance and sarcasm.
Their eyes met, and they clashed fiercely.
At this moment, even Emperor Yuanhe could no longer maintain his facade. His eyes turned cold and darkened, and he roared through gritted teeth, "Guards! Summon the imperial physician! Prince Gong has been assassinated. We must examine him carefully to see where he is injured!"
"Heh." Yu Nanqing chuckled softly, his long sword idly resting in his hand. He said with a smile, "In that case, thank you, Your Majesty. You should also take good care of your injuries."
After saying this, he slowly turned around and said, "Your subject takes his leave."
He's just here to make an appearance.
Otherwise, who knows what other tricks this person might have up their sleeve.
"Third Imperial Brother." Emperor Yuanhe suddenly called out to him, his voice cold and deep: "Do you know the whereabouts of the Eldest Princess?"
"The Eldest Princess?" Yu Nanqing turned around, his smile chilling. "Shouldn't she be with the Emperor?"
Emperor Yuanhe practically ground his teeth to powder, his eyes blazing with barely suppressed rage.
Yu Nanqing ignored him and left the venue.
As soon as Yu Nanqing left, Emperor Yuanhe turned around and went straight into the imperial tent.
Eunuch Liu followed closely behind him. As soon as the tent flaps closed, Emperor Yuanhe immediately grabbed a teacup from the table and, in a fit of rage, was about to smash it to pieces.
Eunuch Liu was very perceptive; before the teacup even hit the ground, he knelt down in fear and trembling, saying, "Your Majesty, please calm your anger!"
However, the expected sound did not come.
The teacup held by Emperor Yuanhe remained suspended in mid-air, not falling for a long time.
His face was clouded with anger, and his sinister eyes were bloodshot with rage.
He desperately suppressed his anger, slammed down his teacup with a thud, and gritted his teeth: "Immediately give the order to stop and focus all efforts on searching for the Eldest Princess and the eldest daughter of the Marquis of Yuanning. Also..."
Emperor Yuanhe's eyes hardened: "Bring me the music!"
“Yes…” Eunuch Liu stammered, lowered his eyes, and hurriedly retreated.
Meanwhile, inside the Prince Gong's mansion's tent.
Su Wanyan was already sitting on the bed. Qiuye, who was serving her washing up, was sitting in front of the bed. Qiuye was nervously wringing out a handkerchief and reaching out to wipe the bloodstains splattered on Su Wanyan's face.
Not only his face, but his clothes were also filthy.
Although small steps were avoided as much as possible, it was simply impossible to remain completely untouched under such a massive attack.
Qiu Ye had never seen anything like this before, and she immediately became extremely careful in serving him.
As Su Wanyan was wiping her face, Huang Ye hurriedly brought over a basin of hot water. She placed the hot water in front of Su Wanyan, took off her blood-stained shoes, and gently soaked Su Wanyan's feet in the hot water.
A warm current surged from the soles of her feet to her heart, and Su Wanyan finally regained her senses.
Having just been blindfolded, Su Wanyan had little idea how Yu Nanqing managed to break free of the encirclement. She only knew that when the blindfold was removed, she was already inside the tent.
Qiuye also took off her blood-stained clothes.
It would be a lie to say she wasn't flustered. She steadied herself before asking, "Where is Yu Nanqing?"
Qiu Ye shook her head repeatedly: "Your Highness, it was Guard Xiao Bu who carried you back, Your Highness..."
She did not see the prince.
"What about the others?"
"They're all waiting outside."
Yu Nanqing must have gone to the imperial tent.
It was already past midnight, but the camp was still brightly lit. With such a big incident as an assassin appearing in the hunting grounds, it was estimated that no one would be able to sleep well tonight.
Just then, a small footstep sounded outside the tent: "Your Highness!"
"Hmm." Yu Nanqing's voice was gentle and deep: "Is the Princess Consort asleep?"
"Not yet, it's inside."
Su Wanyan looked up and saw Yu Nanqing's shadow cast by the candlelight on the inner tent curtain.
Following the elongated shadow, Su Wanyan could see whether it was Xiaobu or Tanaka, reaching out to hand Yu Nanqing a piece of cloth.
Yu Nanqing slowly took it and carefully wiped the bloodstains from her hands and face.
He took off his outer robe, glanced down at his boots, and was wondering whether he should change into a different pair before entering the inner tent when he heard Su Wanyan's voice from inside: "What are you dawdling for? Come in and change!"
“…” Yu Nanqing then slowly reached out and lifted the curtain.
Upon entering through the curtain, one sees a figure as straight as a green bamboo, with a belt embroidered with dragon and cloud patterns cinching his waist, perfectly showcasing his physique.
He still exuded the ferocity of a killing, and the moment he entered, his whole body seemed to be shrouded in a sinister aura.
However, Yu Nanqing carefully suppressed this murderous aura.
The blood-stained outer robe had been removed, but the pair of gilded black boots on his feet still reeked of blood.
Yu Nanqing kept his distance from Su Wanyan, but seeing that she was still dirty, he was about to walk towards the wardrobe: "I'll get you some new clothes to change into."
"There are autumn leaves and yellow leaves, don't bother with this." Su Wanyan frowned and patted the bed next to her: "Come here."
"..." Yu Nanqing hesitated: "I'll go wash up first."
"What are you washing?" Su Wanyan slapped the bed next to her harder. "Come here!"
"..." Yu Nanqing dared not resist and obediently went over.
The autumn leaves and yellow leaves tactfully bowed and withdrew.
"I smell of blood..." Yu Nanqing sat awkwardly next to Su Wanyan, keeping his distance from her for the first time ever.
However, Su Wanyan didn't care about that and asked, "Did you just go to the imperial tent?"
"Um."
Su Wanyan lowered her voice: "What was Emperor Yuanhe's reaction?"
Mentioning Emperor Yuanhe's reaction, Yu Nanqing thought of his sinister and furious expression and had a feeling that the rest of the night would not be peaceful.
Seeing his silence, Su Wanyan hit him lightly: "Don't stay silent."
Yu Nanqing snapped out of his daze and saw that Su Wanyan's feet were still soaking in the water. He slowly squatted down by the bed and reached out to touch her feet.
Startled, Su Wanyan pulled her foot away, splashing water everywhere: "What do you want to do?"
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