Chapter 265 Dogs fighting is the most exciting part.
Unexpected, yet perfectly logical.
Looking at the chessboard in front of him, which was gradually becoming a contest between the two sides, Li Yi remained silent for a long time before nodding.
He sat confidently opposite Song Zhen, seemingly unconcerned despite the light snowfall.
Just as Song Zhen had predicted, Li Jin didn't care whether Consort Shu lived or died. Or rather, in his heart, Consort Shu already deserved to be torn to pieces.
"Do you think he can find the child?" After a long pause, Li Yi raised his eyebrows.
Song Zhen laughed heartily, shook his head, and met Li Yi's probing gaze, saying directly, "Your Majesty, please don't beat around the bush. The late Crown Prince Li Mu's son is indeed in my hands."
Li Yi wasn't surprised at all that his true purpose had been seen through, and nodded with admiration.
But Song Zhen changed the subject, her smile fading: "But without Your Highness's orders, I will take this matter to my grave."
The courtyard had grown a bit chilly.
Although the wind had not yet risen and Li Yi's face remained calm, the entire courtyard of the sect could still sense the impending blizzard.
After a long pause, Li Yi raised his hand and picked up a black bean: "Cen Zhen, you've really toughened up." His voice was extremely calm, without the slightest fluctuation.
After saying that, she raised her eyes and poked his smiling face with a sharp look: "I just don't know if this hardness can withstand the guillotine on the guillotine."
Upon hearing this, Song Zhen smiled but remained silent.
Inside the Forbidden City, Li Jin, with an icy expression as cold as a stagnant pool, exuded an overwhelming aura of power.
His eyes were like knives, piercing Consort Shu's cheek.
At that moment, even Consort Shu, who had been engaged in palace intrigues for thirty years, felt a faint sense of fear.
She pursed her lips, deciding to go all the way and launch a vicious attack on Li Jin's greatest weakness with the most venomous words.
"I really don't know what's going on in Prince Jing's head!" she sneered. "Are you so fixated on my own son's leftovers?"
"I understand if you like the position the Crown Prince holds." Consort Shu raised her head, becoming even more arrogant. "Power! What man doesn't like it? What man isn't tempted by it?"
At this point, Consort Shu walked straight to the stone bench and sat down, looking at Jin Shu, who was somewhat stunned, with a contemptuous smile: "I just didn't expect that you, the dignified Prince Jing, would actually try to snatch a woman that the Crown Prince had already played with."
As she spoke, she rested her chin on her hand: "What? Your skills in the bedroom are so good that you can't get enough of it?"
When Consort Shu said these things, her legs were actually shaking badly.
It's not impossible that, carrying a gold medal signifying "the Emperor's personal arrival," Li Jin, enraged, sent her to meet the King of Hell before the Crown Prince even arrived.
But she miscalculated.
Seeing that she had finished speaking, Li Jin raised an eyebrow, exchanged a smile with Jin Shu beside her, and then chuckled.
The two of them were laughing so hard their shoulders were shaking, which stunned Consort Shu. She pointed at them and gritted her teeth, "What are you laughing at!"
"It's nothing." After calming down a bit, Jin Shu raised her hand to cover the corner of her lips, her words carrying a hidden meaning, "You've made me understand what a concubine is all about."
Consort Shu paused for a moment.
"Even a shrew from the marketplace would be ashamed to say those words," Jin Shu said dismissively, smiling as she met Shu Fei's furious expression, clearly enjoying her humiliation.
Being directly rebuked by a mere fourth-rank female official was something that Consort Shu could not tolerate, neither for her pride nor for her reputation.
She instantly flew into a rage, leaping up and raising her hand to strike Jin Shu: "You little brat! Today I'll teach you what manners are!"
Jin Shu remained still and did not dodge, showing no fear whatsoever.
Li Jin then grabbed her raised wrist and exclaimed, "Consort Shu is truly pitiful."
"What did you say!"
"The assassin sent by your own son is about to kill you, yet you're still stalling for time, hoping he'll come and avenge you."
Upon hearing this, Consort Shu was stunned: "What nonsense are you spouting!"
Li Jin flung her arm away and shoved her backward violently.
Consort Shu stumbled a few steps and fell to the ground.
But she was so enraged that she almost jumped to her feet, but before she could say anything, a letter thrown at her by Li Jin landed on her cheek.
“You are naturally most familiar with your own son’s handwriting.” He smiled and shook his head, wrapping his arm around Jin Shu’s waist, but his gaze remained fixed on Shu Fei’s face.
Seeing that she was stunned by the contents of the letter, Li Jin left behind a "How pitiful" and pushed Jin Shu beside her, walking slowly out of the courtyard.
Before they had taken more than a few steps, a furious roar came from the courtyard behind them.
Then came the sounds of smashing and breaking, mixed with the pleas of a group of maids, creating an exceptionally noisy scene.
The snow stopped sometime ago, but the sky didn't clear up.
Li Jin was displeased. As he walked around the corner, he shoved Jin Shu against the towering red wall.
Before she could react, he leaned forward and kissed her lips with a force so intense it was as if he wanted to conquer her and tear her soul out of her body, leaving Jin Shu unable to move.
Li Jin only released her when she was almost out of breath, her voice filled with ambiguity and pleading.
He stared intently at Jin Shu's flushed face, his expression a mixture of resentment, displeasure, and anger.
"Shu'er, you're not running anywhere tonight," he said viciously. "And you won't be running away from here on out either!"
After saying that, he raised his hand and tugged at the collar of his shirt, his face full of anger, and he let out a long breath.
He stood there, turning his back to Jin Shu, whose cheeks were flushed and who was stunned. He lowered his head and took several deep breaths before he could calm himself down a little.
But when she looked up, she saw Shen Wen and Li Qian on the opposite roof, who had obviously been squatting there watching the show for a long time, their faces full of infatuation. She was stunned for a moment.
He pursed his lips, his eyes twitching, and glared at them with annoyance.
Seeing the two of them raise the bags in their hands and shake them, indicating that the three catties of Hooked Beetle from Consort Shu's palace had been successfully exchanged.
Li Jincai adopted his usual faint smile and gazed in the direction of the Zijing Palace.
After a long pause, he said coldly, "She really should thank Song Zhen."
At that moment, Consort Shu's words were like gunpowder, striking Li Jin's heart with pinpoint accuracy.
But besides anger and the desire to kill her on the spot, Li Jin felt more admiration for Song Zhen, who was playing chess outside the palace at that moment.
If it weren't for his extremely detailed predictions and analysis last night, he might have actually used that preemptive golden token to take Consort Shu's life with his fan-shaped knife.
"The prince's mission is twofold: firstly, to plot against Su Wanying, and secondly, to create time and opportunity for Lord Shen to replace Gelsemium elegans with Ligusticum chuanxiong."
Late at night, everyone gathered in the main courtyard to listen to Song Zhen's arrangements for New Year's Eve.
“Consort Shu is arrogant and domineering, and she will definitely not let the Prince leave easily.” Song Zhen hesitated for a moment, looked at Jin Shu, and said apologetically, “I’m sorry, Mr. Jin, I asked you to accompany the Prince, but you only made Consort Shu a perfect target.”
“At that time, you two must remain calm.” He paused. “She will definitely use the most despicable means to launch a frenzied attack on Mr. Jin and do everything in her power to provoke the prince.”
“The angrier the prince gets, the longer the time will drag on, and the more relieved she will feel.” Song Zhen waved her hand and shook her head. “No, you must restrain yourselves. Both of you must remain calm and indifferent, and it would be best if you could retaliate and provoke her again before leaving immediately.”
"We must let her pent-up resentment be put to rest on Su Wanying's head in the second round, in front of the entire court."
Under the candlelight, Song Zhen's expression was cool, but she smiled faintly: "It's most exciting when dogs fight each other."
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