He let out a scream of pain and fell to the ground, unconscious.

The guards ran over and pressed his neck, "Your Majesty, you are not dead yet."

"Take him away for medical treatment. Don't let him die no matter what. The rest of you continue the search and arrest all the suspicious persons."

After giving the order in a stern voice, Wen Jingchi first came to Chu Weiyue's side.

"I'm fine, don't worry."

Chu Weiyue curled her lips slightly with a calm smile on her face.

"That's good!" Wen Jingchi also breathed a sigh of relief.

To him, the life and death of other people are trivial matters, only Chu Weiyue is closely related to him.

The only person in this world he was worried about was this woman.

The originally peaceful ceremony of offering sacrifices to the heaven has now turned into chaos, and almost everyone is in danger.

There were also timid women who let out mournful cries.

Some timid ministers even ran away.

Wen Jingchi stood in the center and shouted at everyone.

"Everyone be quiet."

His voice was neither hurried nor slow, but it was so oppressive that all the ministers were afraid to say a word.

Even the women who had been crying just now could only sob quietly.

"Everyone, take your positions. Don't panic. If you cause unrest again, I will kill you without mercy!"

After these words were spoken, no one dared to say a word.

Wen Jingchi then came to Wen Chenxuan, and the imperial physician had already bandaged his wound.

There were large burns on his chin and neck from cigarettes, which were bleeding and looked horrible. Fortunately, there were no other injuries on his body.

The imperial physician gave him some medicine, which relieved most of the pain, but he was still in great pain.

The little palace maid hurriedly brought the ice to Wen Chenxuan, and other imperial doctors helped him apply it to the wound, and the pain was barely bearable.

"Your Majesty, are you okay?"

Wen Jingchi came up to him with a calm tone.

Wen Chenxuan's eyes turned red with anger, and he shouted at Wen Jingchi.

"Wen Jingchi, how did you arrange it? Why did an assassin sneak in, and he's the host master. Can't you tell the difference between the real host and the fake one?

Even if you can't tell the difference, those young monks can't tell the difference either. Or are you the one who is causing all this trouble?"

He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth in hatred.

He had been struggling to find a chance to cause trouble for Wen Jingchi, and now that he had finally caught a golden opportunity, he naturally couldn't let it go.

Wen Jingchi's eyes were calm, without any displeasure.

After he finished speaking, he turned his gaze to the guards beside him, who were carrying up the assassin.

"Your Majesty, why don't you try to figure it out and see if you can tell whether he is the real host master or not."

Chu Weiyue ran to the side of Wenjing Pond and snorted in dissatisfaction.

"Your Majesty, how can you blame the prince for not knowing whether it is true or not? You were clearly the closest to the host master just now. Everyone saw that you personally handed the cigarette to him."

“If I remember correctly, you have been practicing martial arts and receiving instruction from the host master since you were less than three years old because of your weak constitution.

In recent years, he has been going to the temple every year to fast and bathe. If you can't recognize him, how can we recognize him?"

Chu Weiyue put his hands on his waist and retorted angrily.

Her little face turned red with anger, and she was not at all afraid of the oppressive feeling brought by Wen Chenxuan's dark face.

If it were an ordinary woman, she wouldn't dare to say a single word, let alone retort.

Chu Weiyue deliberately stepped in front of Wen Jingchi, trying to protect her husband.

Looking at the affectionate appearance of the couple, Wen Chenxuan felt a strong sense of anger and jealousy in his heart.

If Chu Weiyue had married him, the person he would be protecting now would be herself, not Wen Jingchi.

He hates others getting what he can't get.

But Wen Jingchi really got everything he wanted except the throne!

Wen Chenxuan gritted his teeth after being slapped in the face by Chu Weiyue in public, but he couldn't blame Wen Jingchi at all.

Chu Weiyue was right, he was indeed very close to the master host.

But they haven't had close contact in recent years, how can they tell the difference!

The other ministers were speechless and agreed with Chu Weiyue's words.

"In that case, let's leave this matter for now. Ninth brother, you will be fully responsible for investigating this matter. If you cannot find their lair and the mastermind behind it, I will hold you accountable."

He was unwilling to give up and created another difficult problem for Wen Jingchi.

Wen Jingchi said nothing and stood there motionless.

Wen Chenxuan took him as his promise and said nothing more, still trying to support his body to complete the final ceremony.

But he had only taken a few steps and nearly fell on the stairs because of his weak body. Fortunately, he was supported by the eunuchs and palace maids behind him.

Due to health reasons, he had to go back early and leave the rest of the ceremony to Wen Jingchi.

Wen Jingchi picked up a new incense stick, walked to the largest incense burner himself, and inserted the incense stick into it.

I don’t know if it was accidental or coincidental, but red clouds suddenly rolled up in the sky.

The sunlight refracts brilliantly among the clouds.

It gave people a beautiful illusion that the country would be prosperous and prosperous for thousands of years. Seeing this, many ministers knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the heaven.

Wen Jingchi stood above thousands of people, with an air of being able to unify the world.

Chu Weiyue's eyes were dark and shiny, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

It would be great if Wen Jingchi became the emperor. He would surely bring a truly peaceful and prosperous life to the people.

This is what all people wish for, and it is also what God wishes for!

After the ceremony, Wen Jingchi took Chu Weiyue to the Heavenly Prison.

The assassin was tied up and locked in the basement, ready for torture.

"My Lord and Princess, you came at the right time. He refuses to speak. What should we do now?"

The subordinate had a grim look on his face and handed over the record he had just inquired about.

It was full of insulting words, without a single serious reply.

Chu Weiyue laughed coldly, "Don't be afraid of his stubbornness. This princess has plenty of ways to make him talk."

Then she took out a small box.

The assassin recognized what it was. His pupils suddenly contracted.

"What do you want to do, you bitch? I'm warning you, if you dare to mess around, I won't let you go, and I'll take you with me to hell."

Bang!

Chu Weiyue raised his hand and gave him a crisp slap.

"You bitch..."

Bang!

This time, Chu Weiyue slapped him twice.

The man wanted to say something more, so he continued to slap him in the face.

At the end of the fight, I didn't dare to say a word.

"Listen, I'm giving you a choice now. Do you want to listen to me and tell me everything you know, or do you want me to use this method..."

She put the seven colored bugs towards the man.

"You are doomed to die anyway. It's your choice whether you want to live or die. But I want to remind you that everyone has only one life. If you can be a killer, you must have no worries. Why would you risk your life for others?

You might as well choose to cooperate obediently, and this princess might give you a way out..."