Chapter 75 Come on, take advantage of it!

Shen Zhaoheng quickly came to Zhong Wenyan, who had lost too much blood and was lying on the ground. He frowned and said worriedly, "How is Lord Zhong? If not, I will bring my badge to the palace and ask the imperial physician to see Lord Zhong."

These words were spoken sincerely, and others who received the prince's kindness would certainly be grateful.

But Zhong Wenyan is not an ordinary person. He is more conservative and polite than the strict Duke Zhong.

Zhong Wenyan's forehead was severely wounded, blood was flowing, and his eyes were dizzy. He still avoided Shen Zhaoheng's hand and said, "I dare not trouble the fifth prince."

Zhong Wenyan staggered to his feet, swayed a bit, and bowed his head. "The imperial physician is a member of the palace, and he serves the nobles in the palace. The Fifth Prince should strictly abide by the palace rules. It is inappropriate to order the imperial physician to leave the palace at will."

Shen Zhaoheng's kindness was rewarded with a lecture from Zhong Wenyan. Shen Zhaoheng's expression changed for a moment, then returned to normal. He apologized and said, "I was mistaken. I will remember this in the future."

Zhong Wenyan did not give in to Shen Zhaoheng's good attitude, and continued to advise: "The Crown Prince is the monarch, and Your Highness is the minister. When you meet the Holy Monarch, you must kowtow and bow. The Fifth Prince is deeply loved by the Emperor and will be crowned a king soon. He should set an example for all the other princes."

Bow down to Shen Zhi? Shen Zhaoheng's emotions were in turmoil. He originally thought that Zhong Wenyan had asked Shen Zhi to step down, and that he was someone who could be manipulated. However, he never expected that Zhong Wenyan was so stubborn and difficult to deal with.

Shen Zhaoheng clenched his fists and said slowly after a while: "I will remember this."

Zhong Wenyan nodded and took his leave. Even though his steps were slow, he still showed the demeanor of a scholar.

Zhong Wenyan walked out of the Prince's Mansion with blood all over his face, which frightened his followers. "Master, what happened?"

Zhong Wenyan shook his head and was helped to the carriage by his followers.

The attendant wiped the blood off Zhong Wenyan with a soft cloth, wondering how could there be such a person as his own young master in the world, vying to be the first to take the throne. Of course, those with illnesses should not ascend to the throne.

But the emperor has given the prince two months to cure his eye disease, otherwise his title will be stripped. There are many people in the court who are dissatisfied with this, and his own son is the first one to do so.

If his followers were to evaluate him, they would say that his young master was so pedantic that he was a little stupid.

He would never dare say this in front of the young master. The young master was usually gentle and would not blame him. However, his young master was the top scholar at the age of 19, and his wisdom and strategy were both top-notch. He did not dare to add any extra details.

"Why do you have to do this, sir?" the follower sighed.

Zhong Wenyan took the soft cloth and wiped it himself. "The crown prince is ill and should be deposed immediately. Find the next qualified crown prince."

"The one who was injured by that young master is the prince...", the follower hesitated to speak, the Zhong family was a prosperous family, and after being beaten like this, even the prince should give an explanation to the Zhong family.

Zhong Wenyan shook his head, as if he was denying it but also as if he didn't want to mention it.

Zhong Wenyan curled his fingers slightly, and the touch of the cool and soft stockings seemed to still linger on his fingertips. Zhong Wenyan's eyes flashed, and he was indeed the one who tore the thin socks that bound the prince's feet.

Suddenly he recalled the scene of the prince walking barefoot into the snow, the cold wind blowing on the willows, and the light catkins floating down. Zhong Wenyan felt a momentary palpitation, as if he felt that the prince was not like an ordinary person, and had a kind of fragility that needed protection.

The stinging pain on his forehead reminded Zhong Wenyan clearly that the prince's methods should not be underestimated. He was not a weak and vulnerable little white rabbit but a cruel and ruthless evil wolf.

"What do you want to do now, sir?" the attendant asked hesitantly. Should he continue to persuade the prince to depose himself? That would be too stubborn.

Zhong Wenyan relaxed his palms, closed his eyes, and said in a weak voice: "The emperor's decision is not for us to criticize. He sent someone to find a famous doctor to treat the prince's eye disease."

If the two-month deadline has passed and the prince still has not improved, Zhong Wenyan can only petition again. It is impossible for the Cang Kingdom to have a blind emperor.

The follower was obviously relieved. It would have been great if the young master had thought of this earlier.

There is another thing, "The Emperor wants to choose a wife for the Crown Prince, and Miss Three is among them." The reason why the attendants tried to dissuade Zhong Wenyan at the beginning was mostly because of this reason, "The Crown Prince is blind and likes the south wind. If the Crown Prince deliberately makes things difficult, and Miss Three is chosen as the Crown Princess, there will be trouble in the future."

The Third Miss was Zhong Wenyan's biological sister and was quite favored. The follower stopped talking after saying so.

Zhong Wenyan suddenly thought of the scene of his blood splashing on the prince's smooth face. The thick blood dripped on the prince's red lips like a demon. Zhong Wenyan's breathing tightened.

After a while, Zhong Wenyan's Adam's apple rolled and he exhaled, "I know my limits."

The prince is really fond of men, and he is determined not to let his younger sister jump into the fire pit.

Zhong Wenyan closed his eyes and suddenly remembered that the famous young general Xiao Lang had thrown himself to the corner of the table? Was he trying to save him?

After all, the crime the Crown Prince charged him with was the murder of the Prince. If he hadn't suffered these horrific injuries today, he would have been in great danger of leaving the Crown Prince's Mansion.

Or is there some other purpose? Zhong Wenyan couldn't figure it out, so he simply stopped thinking about it. Time will tell him the answer.

The wheels of the carriage turned and drove away from the Prince's Mansion. The Prince's Mansion was bright during the day, but seemed a little eerie at night. The pitch-black gate seemed like a huge abyss that could eat people.

After the prince became blind, it was forbidden to keep lights on in the prince's mansion at night. The palace servants had to rely on the simple darkness to do things. If it was a rainy day, it would be too dark to see clearly, and falling and bumping into things was common.

Yuanbao wanted to persuade him, but he didn't know where to start.

He was blocked by Shen Zhi's words, "There are many demons wreaking havoc in the night."

The charcoal fire in the palace was burning vigorously. Yuanbao opened his eyes as big as mung beans and tried hard to distinguish the various utensils used to serve the prince.

The felt covered Shen Zhi's cold feet. Although Yuanbao was not smart, he was very good at serving. Yuanbao used his strength and skillfully, and soon he had wiped Shen Zhi's feet clean from the snow.

"If Your Highness doesn't like General Xiao, just punish him. Why bother yourself?" Yuan Bao felt sorry for the prince walking all the way back to the palace in the snow. No matter how noble a person is, he can't stand this cold weather.

It had been several hours, but the heat had not subsided. Yuanbao's eyelids were drooping, and he felt like crying as he spoke. Unfortunately, the Crown Prince's body had not recovered from the eye injury, and it was frighteningly cold.

Shen Zhi curled his lips when he heard this, "How do you know that I dislike Xiao Lang and not Zhong Wenyan?"

Yuanbao lowered his head and wiped his tears, and said angrily: "Lord Zhong is also a piece of shit." Yuanbao was so angry when he remembered that Zhong Wenyan asked His Highness to depose himself, but "When General Xiao threw Lord Zhong to the corner of the table, His Highness did not see it. General Xiao's eyes were like a predatory beast, sharp and cold, which made people feel cold when they looked at him."

"Your Highness is covered in blood. From what I can see, it was General Xiao who did it on purpose," Yuan Bao kept chattering, and at the end he even filed a complaint against Xiao Lang.

Shen Zhi's fingertips touched his lips. He had not yet forgotten how it felt to have blood splashing on his face.

Xiao Lang also has to experience the same thing as him in order to make him feel happy. As for whether it was intentional or not, Shen Zhi didn't care.

"Xiao Lang led the army to conquer Hu Xia at the age of fifteen. Now he is nineteen and has made great achievements in the war. Although my father has assigned him to be my bodyguard, that man is a murderous Rakshasa and should not be provoked," Shen Zhi said this with no fear on his face.

He looked very excited, as if he preferred to provoke this kind of person who cannot be provoked.

Yuan Bao shuddered and stammered, "Your Highness, what else are you going to do today..."

His Highness did not hold back today and gave Xiao Lang a severe beating. Yuanbao felt a little scared.

"Your Highness, I will be kind to General Xiao in the future," Yuanbao promised. Yuanbao had been in the palace for many years, and he knew from what he had seen and heard that people like Xiao Lang should be welcomed.

He thought he was speaking rudely today to show his power to Xiao Lang. Xiao Lang should be loyal to the royal family and the prince, so Yuanbao acted recklessly. But the prince said that he should not be provoked. Yuanbao admired and believed Shen Zhi the most, and believed in his words without a doubt.

Yuanbao wiped his sweat with a lingering fear. He would definitely be respectful to General Xiao in the future.

Shen Zhi tapped his fingers lightly on the table, ignoring Yuan Bao's words. His father sent Xiao Lang here just for him to provoke him. Only when all the princes have a deep hatred for Xiao Lang can his father feel at ease.

"Shen Zhaoheng saved Xiao Lang's father. I am tired of people who are in the same nest with evil spirits," Shen Zhi said after a long time.

Yuanbao's round body paused slightly, his head was confused and couldn't move. Does His Highness like General Xiao or hate General Xiao?

This determines how Yuanbao will please His Highness. As a servant, pleasing the master is the most important thing.

"Where is he now?" Shen Zhi asked casually.

Yuan Bao was in charge of all matters in the Prince's mansion, and Xiao Lang was also arranged by him to "guard outside the door and keep watch for the Prince at night."

It was snowing outside at night. Yuanbao had arranged this with the intention of punishing Xiao Lang. He would have to suffer the consequences tomorrow morning after standing in the snow all night.

Shen Zhi paused, then laughed out loud, "Well done."

Yuan Bao was confused, but after receiving the prince's praise, he quickly agreed: "I will think about what Your Highness thinks and worry about what Your Highness worries about."

No matter how many holes there are, flattery will never wear out.

Shen Zhi's expression relaxed, and he waved at Yuan Bao, "Go down, and tell Xiao Lang, who is on duty, not to move without the Crown Prince's order."

Yuanbao, who was exempted from the night watch, responded happily and went out in the dark.

Shen Zhi heard the whispers outside and walked into the hot spring pool with steady steps according to his memory.

The cold body sank into the scorching hot spring, allowing Shen Zhi to lean comfortably against the pool. The lights in the room were not on and it was dark, but this was irrelevant to Shen Zhi.

Because he was blind.

So who is most benefited by the darkness? It is definitely not the scoundrel who sneaked into the prince's mansion.

Shen Zhi raised his lips. Will the trap he had set for so long work today?

Shen Zhi didn't know, but he was looking forward to it.

The encouraging sound of wind came to my ears, which was the roar of the blizzard outside, tearing through the surrounding air with a fierce sound.

The silk scarf covering Shen Zhi's eyes was wetted by the hot spring water, leaving traces of his raven-colored eyelashes, each one distinct, thick, and straight.

Perhaps His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had a pair of beautiful eyes before he became blind.

Shen Zhi's ears moved slightly, and hot and humid air sprayed on his face. His thin lips were raised, like a playful toy, a playboy wandering around the world.

Shen Zhi raised his wrist suddenly from the hot spring pool, turned the sharp blade and pierced the chest of the person in front of him. A strong smell of blood passed over Shen Zhi's nose.

Shen Zhichang was extremely pleased, his expression full of excitement, "I caught you."

A vicious and sinister voice uttered from his red lips, like the Grim Reaper taking his life. It was no wonder that he had carefully set up the trap for so long.

The man on the other side realized he had fallen into a trap, so he drew his knife and turned to flee.

Shen Zhi followed closely and shouted, "Someone come!"

Shen Zhi relied on his sharp hearing to fight with the assassin. The assassin only defended but did not attack. Shen Zhi felt strange but still kept approaching, leaving him no chance to breathe.

There was a sound of someone breaking into the door. Along with the vibrating bell, Shen Zhi could tell that the person coming was Xiao Lang.

Yuanbao is very efficient in his work and had already given the bell he found to Xiao Lang.

Shen Zhi did not hear any bell sounds in the hot spring pool. Xiao Lang did not move outside so no bell sounds were triggered. Shen Zhi's heart sank. This General Xiao was more patient than he had imagined.

Being an enemy is the kind of person Shen Zhi least wants to be.

Shen Zhi was not in any happy mood and frowned. The assassin was not Xiao Lang. Did he guess wrong?

"Xiao Lang, catch him." Shen Zhi had no time to care about anything else. He was determined to find the mastermind behind today's incident.

Xiao Lang did not reply, but Shen Zhi heard Xiao Lang approaching and moved quickly and skillfully, stabbing the black-clad man in the shoulder with a sword, and the blood splashed onto Shen Zhi's face again.

Shen Zhi raised his hand and felt the sticky blood on his jaw. It was from the assassin.

"The person is dead," Xiao Lang replied.

Shen Zhi stroked the warm blood on his fingertips. There were indeed only the sounds of two people breathing in the room.

The first time was an accident, the second time was deliberate revenge.

No matter whether it was an accident or not, Shen Zhi would not let Xiao Lang off easily.

"Your Highness," Yuanbao heard the sound of fighting before he could sleep soundly. He hurried over and shouted to check on His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

Yuanbao Green Bean's small eyes caught sight of the person on the ground and he screamed, "Your Highness, there's a dead... person, there's a dead person."

Shen Zhi ignored Yuan Bao's panic and said coldly, "The bloody smell on General Xiao is too pungent. Yuan Bao, watch General Xiao wash himself with snow outside before coming in to serve you."

Yuan Bao suppressed his panic and asked someone to carry the "corpse" down. He then followed orders and watched Xiao Lang wipe the snow.

Xiao Lang came back from the battlefield and took off his clothes. His body was covered with scars of all sizes, especially the new wounds, which had not healed yet and were torn again, with the blood dried up.

Xiao Lang picked up the pure white snow with an expressionless face and rubbed it on his body. The wound opened again and the blood dyed the white snow red. The more he wiped, the more blood there was, and his body became dirtier and dirtier.

Xiao Lang seemed to feel no pain, and he did not stop until the edge of the wound turned white and no more blood flowed out. During this time, Xiao Lang's eyebrows did not move at all. The ice and snow irritated the wound, and Yuanbao felt a pain in his teeth when he saw it.

After Yuanbao returned to report, Xiao Lang was allowed to go back and rest the next day.

Lying in the secluded servant's room was the "corpse" from last night.

"General," the man on the bed was so hot and still had the leisure to tease, "Our Cangguo Crown Prince is really cruel and ruthless. If it weren't for the general, I, Zheng Qing, would probably have died here."

Xiao Lang poured himself a glass of water and asked calmly, "Why are you visiting the Prince's Mansion at night?"

Zheng Qing grinned and said with a pale face: "First, I want to see how the general is doing, and second, I want to see the prince invite you into the jar."

Zheng Qing glanced at Xiao Lang's cold face and chuckled, "It seems that the general still has some energy under the prince. The prince's trick of inviting the general into the trap was quite effective. I was not the only one who did that last night."

Upon hearing the news about Zheng Qing, Xiao Lang put down his water cup and did not ask any further questions. If Zheng Qing knew the man's background last night, he would definitely tell him everything.

Who is coveting the blind prince? He chose the day when he entered the prince's mansion to make his move and frame him. His method is quite clever.

Seeing that he remained silent, Zheng Qing revealed his next plan, "The Prince's Mansion is looking for a male concubine recently."

Zheng Qing stroked his face in a coquettish manner, "General, what do you think my chances of winning are?"

He entered the Prince's Mansion legitimately and became the male favorite of Zheng Qing.