Upon hearing the sound, Ji Fengyao stood up, took Shang Xiye's hand, and felt his pulse. She looked at Wuhen with suspicion and said, "Your Highness is alright. He's perfectly fine."
Shang Xiye stared intently at Ji Fengyao, his gaze slightly darkening. Even she hadn't noticed something in his mind, so that thing definitely wasn't a lesion. At least, not yet.
Wuhen: He clearly saw the prince rubbing his forehead in discomfort. Could it be that he was just being overly anxious about his master?
Just then, the three of them suddenly heard a faint rustling sound.
Looking down, they saw a "poof" sound as a small bloody hole appeared in the chest of Jiafei's corpse. A fat, blood-red worm, as thick as a thumb, crawled out and wriggled its way out of the woods.
Seeing such a disgusting scene suddenly made all three of them feel a little uncomfortable.
Wuhen pretended to kill it, but Ji Fengyao quickly stopped him: "Don't hit it, let it go find its master."
"Master? This thing has a master?" Wuhen was surprised, as if he remembered something. He glanced at Shang Xiye and remained silent.
How could he forget that the Southern Li Imperial Preceptor's family is skilled in raising Gu worms?
But Qin Weiyang, that vicious woman, even harmed the princess of her own country. She was truly heartless and had no sense of hierarchy, propriety, or shame.
The hunt had barely begun when it was ruined by the assassination of the Ninth Prince, the murder of his concubine, Princess Nanli, and the disappearance of two sons of the Duke of Chen.
Emperor Shang Xiche sent Gao Chengwei to investigate, but all they found were a bunch of arrows and weapons of unknown origin and nearly a hundred corpses.
On the hunting ground, corpses lay scattered all over the ground, so frightening that no one present dared to utter a sound.
Anyone skilled in martial arts could see that this was a one-sided massacre, because almost all of these corpses were killed with a single blow, and apart from the fatal wounds, they had no other injuries.
It's clear that those who wanted to assassinate the Ninth Prince have met their match, and the Ninth Prince's strength is evident.
To his despair, Duke Chen discovered that none of the corpses belonged to the Ironclad Guards or the Silver Armored Army; they were all his men.
His two sons have also truly disappeared without a trace, their fate unknown.
Looking at Shang Xiye, whose face was gloomy but who was unharmed, Duke Chen was speechless with anger and finally fainted after rolling his eyes.
When Lady Chen saw that her husband had collapsed, she thought that her son had no hope of survival. She lost her composure and began to frantically groan as she touched his unconscious body.
Chen Ziying was also terrified, her face swollen, trembling and sobbing beside her.
Although the Empress did not show it on her face, the nail guards tucked into her sleeves almost pierced her palms. She calmly instructed Jiang Zhenning, "Send someone to send the Duke and Duchess back first, and tell them to make sure they rest well."
“Yes,” Jiang Zhenning replied respectfully.
The atmosphere at the hunting grounds was almost freezing. Everyone sat upright, not daring to make the slightest mistake, for fear that they might become Emperor Shang Xiche's punching bag if they were not careful.
Only one person.
Ji Fengyao, innocent and carefree, sat beside the Ninth Prince, her little hands grabbing at fruit and pastries, her mouth stuffed full, munching away with gusto.
It was as if she were facing not a pile of corpses, but a garden full of blooming flowers in the imperial garden.
Everyone who saw this was speechless.
That vulgar bandit is utterly heartless. How can she eat anything? Doesn't she find it disgusting and unlucky?
The Empress was furious: all the trouble was caused by this bandit, she deserved to die!
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