There are only a few palaces in the royal palace with secret passages, so Qingya Palace is definitely not a place where people can be hidden.
With a thorough search, the person hiding will be caught quickly.
Ouyang Ziming finally couldn't hold back any longer. She pretended to be angry and stopped the guards, coldly looking at Fu Sang.
"Your Majesty!" he said, enunciating each word clearly, "Are you doubting me?"
Fu Sang noticed a faint sound coming from inside the hall.
Is this guy trying to stall for time?
What a pity.
The entire Qingya Palace was surrounded by guards; not even a fly could escape.
Once they appear in the guards' sight, they will be riddled with arrows.
Fu Sang's delicate features were tinged with coldness, and a faint mockery curled at the corner of his lips.
“The guards all saw the assassin escape into Qingya Palace. For your safety, I brought people here to investigate.”
The more she spoke, the colder the air between her brows grew.
"Yet you question my good intentions. Could it be that you are in cahoots with the assassins?"
Upon hearing this, Ouyang Ziming's face grew even paler and more unpleasant.
"His Majesty……"
Fu Sang glared at him and said, "Go in and search!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
The guard rudely pushed Ouyang Zimo aside and led him into the palace.
Ouyang Ziming was in a state of utter confusion, frantically searching for a solution while hoping that Ling Shuangxue could hide well and not be found.
However, she was destined to be disappointed.
Fu Sang sat in a chair, and a servant respectfully poured him tea.
She took a small sip of the excellent-tasting tea, looked at Ouyang Ziming who was standing there, and spoke seemingly unintentionally.
"Ouyang Ziming, what's that mark on your neck?"
In an instant, everyone looked over.
Ouyang Ziming was too late to block it, and everyone saw it clearly.
It was a mark... like one left by someone sucking, somewhat like an ambiguous trace left by lovemaking.
Her Majesty the Queen did not spend the night at Qingya Palace last night.
Who left the marks on Ouyang Zhizi's neck?
The crowd seemed to have discovered some great secret, their eyes revealing disdain and a hint of contempt.
Ouyang Ziming couldn't stand that kind of look.
These shameless men actually dare to look at people with contempt.
As a prince, it's not unusual for him to favor several women, but here he's been labeled a man who doesn't uphold marital virtues.
Ouyang Ziming said with a gloomy expression, "It was a mosquito bite."
When you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. If a hickey is used against you, that's really not worth it.
"Is that so?" Fu Sang said casually, "Last night I kissed Lin Xian, and it seems that I also left such marks. They look quite similar."
A look of disgust flashed in Ouyang Ziming's eyes. She thought to herself, "What a despicable woman! She actually dared to speak so recklessly about bedroom secrets."
At this moment, a guard brought out a disheveled woman.
"His Majesty."
The guards, holding Ling Shuangxue down, said, "The assassin has been captured."
Fu Sang narrowed his eyes slightly, pursed his lips, and looked at Ouyang Zimo.
"What's going on here? Aren't you going to explain this to me?"
Ouyang Ziming forced herself to remain calm and said, "Your Majesty, it turns out there really is an assassin in my palace."
He looked closely at the woman kneeling on the ground, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes.
"Thanks to His Majesty for capturing the assassin, otherwise the consequences would have been unimaginable."
Fu Sang noticed the change in Ouyang Zimo's expression.
Ling Shuangxue, as expected of a pseudo-lucky darling, quickly came up with a clever idea and changed her face.
The woman wore heavy makeup, with large red lips and dull, lifeless dark eyes.
The horrific face was utterly repulsive.
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