Lin Qian took a sip of tea, her eyes revealing determination and confidence, and slowly said, "The more furious he becomes, the more it shows that our actions have threatened him. This is just the beginning, and I will make him pay the price for his actions."
003 replied, "The host is right! Prince Ning has really bitten off more than he can chew this time. Let's see what other tricks he can pull."
After escorting Lin Qian to her residence, Lin Feng hurried to the Prime Minister's study. The study was located in a secluded spot within the Prime Minister's residence, surrounded by lush greenery, making it exceptionally tranquil. However, a solemn atmosphere permeated the study at this moment.
The Prime Minister was sitting at his desk, diligently handling state affairs. His eyes were focused, and his pen moved swiftly across the paper, each stroke powerful and forceful, as if every word contained his deep thought. Only when he saw Lin Feng enter did he put down his pen and look up.
The Prime Minister looked at Lin Feng with a questioning look in his eyes and asked, "What is it?"
Lin Feng bowed respectfully and said, "Prime Minister, today when Miss went out for a stroll, she was attacked by assassins sent by Prince Ning."
Upon hearing this, the Prime Minister's face darkened, a flash of anger crossing his eyes. He slammed his hand on the table, stood up abruptly, and roared, "How dare Prince Ning be so audacious! Is the young lady injured?"
Lin Feng quickly replied, "Miss is exceptionally skilled and was unharmed, even defeating all those assassins. However, Miss instructed me to dispose of the assassins' corpses at the Ning Prince's residence as a warning."
Upon hearing Lin Feng's report, the Prime Minister was furious. He slammed his fist on the table and roared, "Outrageous! Prince Ning is simply going too far!" The atmosphere in the study immediately became even more tense, as if the air itself had frozen.
Lin Feng lowered his head, awaiting the Prime Minister's next instructions. He knew the Prime Minister's temperament well; he appeared gentle and refined on the surface, but once his bottom line was crossed, the consequences would be unimaginable.
"Who does he think he is? A lazy prince, daring to touch anyone from my Prime Minister's residence!" The Prime Minister was furious, his beard bristling and eyes wide with rage. He paced back and forth in his study, the wooden floorboards creaking under his feet as if expressing his anger. "Does he really think I'm a pushover, someone he can manipulate?"
“Master, please calm down,” said Uncle Fu, the steward who always served the Prime Minister, as he walked steadily into the study with a cup of hot tea and handed it to the Prime Minister. “Miss is alright, isn’t she? Please calm down and don’t upset yourself.”
The prime minister took the teacup, took a small sip, and tried hard to suppress the anger in his heart. The rising steam made his face appear somewhat blurred in the mist.
"Lin Feng," the Prime Minister softened his tone, but his eyes still held a sharp edge, "did Miss say anything else?"
Lin Feng replied, "Miss said that Prince Ning has been making frequent moves lately, as if he is secretly plotting something, and told us to be careful."
Upon hearing this, the Prime Minister frowned and fell into deep thought. He knew that Prince Ning would not let this go easily; this assassination attempt was just the beginning. It seemed a storm was brewing.
"Go and tell Miss not to worry, that I'll take care of everything. Also, send people to keep a close eye on the Prince Ning's residence, and report back immediately if there's any movement," the Prime Minister calmly instructed.
"Yes, sir." Lin Feng acknowledged the order and withdrew.
Lin Feng accepted the order and left. The study returned to its usual quiet, leaving only the Prime Minister deep in thought, pondering how to deal with Prince Ning's provocation. The Prime Minister rubbed his temples; Prince Ning's provocation was far too obvious. This situation was far more complex than he had imagined.
"Master," Uncle Fu said softly as he brought in ginseng tea, "don't worry too much. Miss is a lucky girl, she'll be alright." The aroma of ginseng tea filled the study, easing the tense atmosphere somewhat.
The Prime Minister accepted the ginseng tea and sighed softly, "I'm not worried about Qian'er. I know this child too well. She has her own ideas. I'm afraid this incident was something she did on purpose."
Uncle Fu was startled: "Master means..."
"Prince Ning wanted to test my bottom line, and Qian'er also wanted to take this opportunity to teach him a lesson." The Prime Minister sneered, "But this girl went too far, actually dumping the corpse right at the gate of Prince Ning's residence. This is clearly showing no respect for Prince Ning!"
"Then...should this old servant remind Miss not to be too ostentatious in her actions?" Uncle Fu asked with some concern.
The Prime Minister waved his hand: "Let her be. This girl is clever and shrewd, and she knows what she's doing. Besides, it's not a bad thing for a young person to have a temper; it's better than being timid and submissive."
The Prime Minister's study returned to its usual tranquility. However, the turmoil in the Prime Minister's heart could not be calmed for a long time. His fingers tapped lightly on the table, one tap after another, as if tapping out some unknown rhythm.
As night fell, the Prime Minister's study remained brightly lit. The faint candlelight flickered in the night breeze, adding an air of mystery. The Prime Minister sat at his desk, carefully perusing the secret letters in his hands. These letters, from his informants in court, recorded the Prince of Ning's recent activities.
"It seems that Prince Ning is determined to oppose me this time." The Prime Minister put down the secret letter in his hand, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "Since he wants to play, then I'll play along. I want to see who will outmaneuver whom in the end!"
"Someone come here," the Prime Minister's deep voice rang out in the empty study, sounding particularly clear in the quiet night.
A bodyguard dressed in black appeared silently in the study, kneeling on one knee like a ghost in the night, awaiting the prime minister's orders.
"Investigate," a cold glint flashed in the Prime Minister's eyes. "Investigate every detail of Prince Ning's recent movements, especially the forces he has been secretly cultivating. I need to know their background!"
"Yes!" The guard accepted the order and disappeared from the study like a ghost, leaving no trace.
The next morning, a tense atmosphere permeated the streets and alleys of the capital. Sunlight streamed down, but it couldn't dispel the gloom in people's hearts. News spread throughout the capital that Prince Ning had found a pile of corpses outside his own door, all decapitated. Immediately, all sorts of rumors flew. Some said Prince Ning had offended someone he shouldn't have, and this was revenge from his enemies; others said Prince Ning had secretly hoarded weapons, intending to rebel, and this was divine punishment…
At the entrance to Prince Ning's palace, a scene of utter chaos unfolded. Prince Ning, gazing at the corpses strewn across the ground, nearly vomited blood in his rage. His face was ashen, his eyes blazing with venomous resentment as he roared through gritted teeth, "Damn bitches, I will make you wish you were dead!"
The officials, both high and low, in the capital loved nothing more than to sing praises to the Emperor and gossip about everyone else. The corpses scattered in front of the Prince Ning's mansion became their favorite topic of conversation during their leisure time.
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