It would be easy to expose myself if I deal with this guy now, but since I'm here, I can't come here in vain, right?
Although I can't kill An Ning directly in the palace, it's okay to collect some interest first.
So, before Han Yichen flew away, he sprinkled a handful of itching powder on the ground and then covered the tiles he had just lifted. After a while, the sound of sneezing could be heard from the room.
An Ning, already terrified by the caterpillars, was suddenly irritated by the itching powder while naked. In a matter of moments, red scratch marks appeared on An Ning's face, chest, back, and limbs. Although the itching powder only lasted a day, it was enough to make him suffer.
After leaving the ear room, Han Yichen flew towards An Zihao's bedroom not far away.
However, when Han Yichen arrived, he spotted a familiar figure on the rooftop of An Zihao's bedroom. So, Han Yichen quickly held his breath and flew to the rooftop of a nearby wing, hiding his tracks.
Under the bright moonlight, Han Shuying, dressed in a crimson purple dress, nimbly lifted a tile and carefully watched the movements of the man lying on the bed below.
"Xiao Xinzi, go back and rest! I'll call you if I need you. You don't need to keep watch!"
An Zihao tossed and turned, and waved to the eunuch who was guarding his bedside and serving him, signaling him to leave.
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Upon hearing this, Xiao Xinzi bowed and left the bedroom, closing the door behind him. After instructing the palace servants at the door to wait on him, he returned to his west side room to rest.
After Xiao Xinzi left, An Zihao, unable to sleep, rose from his bed and walked to his desk. He took a scroll from a nearby shelf and unfolded it. The painting was of Nalan Yunzhi, dressed in the court dress of a princess, dancing with a sword.
An Zihao has treasured this painting for nineteen years. When he first entered the palace, he saw Nalan Yun in the Imperial Garden and fell in love with her at first sight. This painting was painted in the Chujun Palace after An Zihao's encounter with Nalan Yun.
An Zihao raised his hand and gently stroked the person in the portrait, a look of sadness on his face.
"The fallen flowers want to follow the flowing water, but the flowing water has no intention of lingering on the fallen flowers. Yunzhi, why have you never looked at Zihao seriously?"
I didn't expect that he was such a lovesick person?
Han Shuying, who was hiding on the roof, originally planned to use "Ice Soul and Snow Soul" directly on An Zihao to turn his black hair into white hair overnight, but seeing how affectionate he was to his beloved, Han Shuying couldn't help but recall her own infatuation with Ouyang Yuming for the past 18 years, and inexplicably felt a sense of sympathy in her heart.
Han Yichen, who was hiding in the dark, looked at Han Shuying in a daze and was speechless.
Are you going to do it or not?
This young master is in a hurry to go back and see Xiao Qingcheng!
As if she finally heard Han Yichen's inner cry, Han Shuying on the roof finally came to her senses. She took out a tube of smoke from her arms and opened it to blow downwards.
After a while, when there was no movement in the room, Han Shuying knocked out the two monks at the door with two small stones. After taking the antidote, Han Shuying quickly pushed open the door of the bedroom and slipped in.
"He's really handsome! It's a pity... there's only Master Ouyang in my heart!" Han Shuying patted An Zihao's face as he lay on the desk, and shook her head with regret.
Then Han Shuying took out a porcelain bottle from her bosom, pinched An Zihao's mouth open, and poured her secret recipe of "Ice Soul and Snow Spirit" potion into the mouth of this handsome man.
"Starting tomorrow morning, you will find that you have a beautiful face, but a head of white hair. How pitiful..."
Han Shuying made a few "tsk tsk" sounds and quickly left the bedroom.
Han Yichen, who had been hiding on the rooftop of a nearby wing, saw the troublemaker finally leave and flew down with his lightness skills. While the monk on the ground was still unconscious from the acupuncture point, Han Yichen, who had taken the antidote for the drug, swiftly entered An Zihao's bedroom.
"It seems... you are really abominable. There are actually so many people who want to deal with you!"
Just like Han Shuying, Han Yichen also patted An Zihao's handsome face first, and then took out the "Beauty Withering" from his arms, which he had mentioned earlier, that could make people's faces age quickly.
"You look ten years older every day. This is to help you complete the detours of the next few decades in advance... There's no need to thank me too much!"
After succeeding, Han Yichen quickly left An Zihao's bedroom and flew away.
However, Han Yichen did not go back to the East Palace directly, but went to Ouyang Yuming's bedroom in Qiongyu Palace. When he arrived, he just caught up with Han Shuying and Ouyang Yuming preparing to undress.
Restraining the disgust in his heart, Han Yichen calculated the time accurately. A quarter of an hour later, he deliberately exposed his whereabouts, attracting the commander of the inner court guards who was patrolling in the imperial garden, and flew into Ouyang Yuming's Qiong Yu Palace in front of the commander of the guards.
"Quick! Catch the assassin!"
"An assassin has entered Lord Ouyang's bedroom. Why don't we quickly apprehend him?"
"Yes, Commander!"
Upon hearing this, the guards holding swords rushed into the Qiongyu Palace.
Ouyang Yuming, who was having a passionate affair with Han Shuying in the dormitory, was so frightened when he heard the noise that he trembled all over. He had to stop and let Han Shuying hide.
Such a big commotion in searching for the assassin would probably alert the emperor immediately. Moreover, the outside of the Qiongyu Palace was already filled with inner court guards. It would be too risky for Han Shuying to leave at this time under the watchful eyes of the public.
Looking at the two people frantically putting on their clothes in the bedroom of Qiongyu Palace, and the inner court guards outside shouting and clamoring to capture the assassin, Han Yichen raised the corners of his lips slightly, very satisfied with his masterpiece.
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