Yun Qingluo took out a scalpel and slowly pressed it against Mo Beichen's neck.
"Did you call them out on your own initiative, or should I take you downstairs to wait for them?" Yun Qingluo stopped crying and said coldly.
Seeing that the person in the wheelchair remained silent, Yun Qingluo sneered, "You won't admit it? My Achen is standing right next to me, where did you come from, imposter?"
The person in the wheelchair stiffened.
"You knew all along?" a hoarse voice asked, filled with disbelief.
Yun Qinglu raised an eyebrow. With this kind of mental fortitude, she still dares to impersonate someone else?
She spoke slowly, word by word, "The unmistakable stench of blood on you, the fabric of A-Chen's clothes being made of royal cloth, something no one else could ever touch, and the way you've been deliberately suppressing your breathing all the way..."
Behind him, Yun Ziyu exclaimed in surprise, "What? He's not a prince?"
Yun Ziheng pulled Yun Ziyu back, signaling him to be quiet.
Yun Qinglu ignored her two older brothers behind her, and looked at the person in the wheelchair through the mist, a hint of amusement flashing in her eyes.
"I bet you're injured, aren't you?" Yun Qingluo said, then suddenly dislocated his two arms, and the man groaned.
Yun Qingluo curled her lips into a smile, her eyes gleaming with a bloodthirsty light.
"I'm guessing the wound is here, right?"
After Yun Qingluo finished speaking, she took out a small knife and swiftly plunged it into the man's injured left waist.
"devil."
The man gritted his teeth. "That damned woman! Didn't the intelligence say that the Regent's Consort was a notorious good-for-nothing in the capital?"
Why did he sense Mo Beichen's ruthless and decisive aura emanating from her?
Damn it, the intelligence was wrong.
Yun Qingluo was intrigued, slowly turning the small knife in her hand. Listening to the man's painful gasps, she felt increasingly pleased.
Yun Qingluo chuckled, "This injury was inflicted by the Regent, wasn't it?"
The man's eyes widened, seemingly shocked at how she had guessed.
There wasn't a sound just now, how did she know that the wound was caused by Mo Beichen?
"Hmm, isn't it fun to play cat and mouse?" Yun Qingluo continued to ask, seemingly unconcerned whether he answered or not.
"Do you want to call them out yourself, or should I take you inside?"
Suddenly, Yun Qingluo looked in one direction and sneered, "Fine, they won't come out."
Before the man could understand what Yun Qingluo meant, he heard the sound of a wheelchair.
The voice seemed to strike his heart, but it brought him even more terror.
The sound of a wheelchair?
Mo Beichen?
How could that be? He clearly...
Oh no, he's fallen for their trap.
The fog around us had thinned out, and although it was still foggy as far as the eye could see, at least the people around us could be seen clearly.
When Yun Ziyu and Yun Ziheng realized that the person sitting in the wheelchair was not Mo Beichen, Yun Ziyu hurriedly picked up her sword and held it to the neck of the man in black.
"Luo Luo, are you alright?" Yun Ziheng walked over to Yun Qingluo and looked her up and down.
Yun Qinglu shook her head slightly and looked in one direction, where the image gradually became clearer.
Mo Feng pushed Mo Beichen over, with Mo Yu following beside him.
As she approached and saw the person in the wheelchair, she angrily grabbed the man by the collar and said, "You've got some nerve, daring to impersonate a prince. Tell me, who sent you?"
Yun Qingluo walked up to Mo Beichen and hurriedly asked, "Are you hurt anywhere?"
She disagreed with Mo Beichen's method at the time, but there really was no better way to lure the snake out of its hole.
Mo Beichen shook his head, and when he saw the blood in Yun Qingluo's hand, his face turned cold, and Mo Feng couldn't help but shiver.
Is the prince angry?
Yun Qingluo quickly shook her head, "Achen, this isn't my blood, I'm not injured, don't be angry."
She understood that Mo Beichen was angry with himself because he thought she was injured and that he hadn't taken good care of her.
It was the same in her past life; whenever she bumped or hurt herself, Mo Beichen would feel guilty, angry, and remorseful.
Upon hearing this, Mo Beichen took Yun Qingluo's hand, wiped the blood from her hand, and his expression improved.
"From now on, leave these kinds of things to me." Mo Beichen lowered his head and carefully wiped Yun Qingluo's hands clean.
His Luo Luo wants to live in the sunshine for the rest of her life, bright and carefree.
He'll do this kind of thing.
Yun Qingluo grasped Mo Beichen's hand and asked Mo Feng, "Has everything been resolved inside?"
Mo Feng bowed respectfully and replied, "Your Highness, everyone inside has been cleared out, and the surrounding ambushes have also been eliminated. However, the mastermind behind this has not yet been identified."
Yun Qingluo didn't show much emotion upon hearing this expected answer.
Yun Ziyu was shocked. "What? This fog isn't naturally formed?"
Yun Qingluo explained, "Yes, this fog is man-made, but we don't know how it was done."
"Mo Feng, take him away and have him secretly sent to the Prince's dungeon. Keep a close watch on him and make sure he doesn't die."
As soon as Mo Beichen finished speaking, the man seemed to see a glimmer of hope. He clenched his teeth tightly, and the poison hidden in his teeth instantly melted in his mouth.
A look of relief appeared on the man's face.
"I failed in my duty today, so don't even think about getting any information from me."
However, after a while...
The man was completely unharmed, and even the pain from his wounds had lessened.
"What...what did you do to me?" The man asked in horror; his poison had no effect.
Yun Qingluo turned around and smiled brightly, "If I told you to die at midnight, even the King of Hell wouldn't dare keep you until dawn."
"If your great-aunt doesn't want you to die, even the King of Hell won't dare take you. Be a good girl and wait for us to come back."
After Yun Qingluo finished speaking, she dislocated the man's jaw to prevent him from biting his tongue and committing suicide. "By the way, Mo Feng, when we get back, have someone cripple his martial arts and sever his meridians. Make sure someone keeps a close eye on him."
Mo Feng witnessed Yun Qingluo ruthlessly dislocate the man's jaw.
Feeling a throbbing pain in her chin, she quickly agreed and pushed the man back.
They went to find someone to escort him back to the capital.
After finishing their business, the four of them got back into the carriage and continued their journey.
Yun Ziyu finally couldn't help but ask, "What exactly is going on?"
Seeing her second brother's puzzled expression, Yun Qingluo told him everything that had happened in the middle of the night without hiding anything.
"What? You're saying the people in the temple are actually enemies, not the guards?"
"Yes, they all know ventriloquism. When the prince and I discovered that there were extra people in the middle, we had the prince kill two of them. The sudden fall of two people in the crowd would have caused a stir, but there was no sound from the other side."
"Was the prince's replacement also something you arranged beforehand?"
“When the fog rolls in and the water gets muddy, it’s easy to fish in troubled waters. If I hadn’t discovered that the prince was being impersonated, we would have entered the temple and been caught in one fell swoop. None of us would have escaped, since the temple is full of their people.”
"Where are our people?" Yun Ziyu asked hurriedly.
"The fog was poisonous. They were in an open, dilapidated temple and inhaled a lot of the poisonous gas. They had already passed out. This can be considered as saving their lives in a way."
She had already given Mo Beichen the antidote from the guards when they got off the carriage.
Yun Ziheng exclaimed, "With your teamwork, they deserved to suffer."
Mo Beichen looked at Yun Qingluo with doting eyes and said in a deep, magnetic voice, "Luoluo is the smartest."
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