"The man in black tonight is the good-looking one."
As Yin Luzhu finished speaking, a man walked up, his tone a little arrogant.
"I stole it. Why, Prince Yin..."
Before he finished speaking, the sharp blade in Yin Luzhu's hand flew out.
In just a moment, the sharp blade passed through the man's neck and was firmly nailed to the wall behind him.
For a moment, the huge dungeon suddenly became quiet.
Immediately, a large group of people rushed in and quickly approached Yin Luzhu.
In the Qinzheng Hall, Wang Yue gently fed Xuanqing the dark medicine in the bowl: "This is prescribed by the imperial doctor. It can cure your abdominal injury."
Xuanqing said nothing, just opened his mouth and drank the medicinal soup Wangyue fed him.
It wasn't until the bowl of medicinal soup had reached the bottom that Wang Yue sighed and looked at Xuan Qing helplessly, "Your Majesty, Prince Yin has made you angry again?"
Xuan Qing said nothing, but there was no light in his eyes. Instead, there was an overwhelming gloom.
He looked at the dark night outside the hall and didn't know what he was thinking.
Wang Yue gently wiped away the remaining medicinal soup from the corner of Xuanqing's mouth with a handkerchief, feeling helpless and said, "Your Majesty, if Crown Prince Yin really offends you, just punish him. There is no need to torture yourself like this."
Wang Yue's eyes looked at Xuan Qing, filled with overwhelming expressions and love.
In the past, Xuanqing's life in Prince Chu Xiang's Mansion was indeed difficult.
Having narrowly escaped death at the hands of Prince Yin countless times, he must have hated Prince Yin, otherwise, he would not have been so tense every time they met.
Wangyue leaned gently on Xuanqing's body, and his eyes looking out of the hall finally had a hint of emotion.
He lowered his head and looked at the cute and docile Wang Yue beside him.
"It would be great if everyone could be as gentle and well-behaved as you and not make me angry."
Hearing this, Wangyue sneered.
"No matter what other people think, my moon is the moon of the monarch."
Xuan Qing didn't speak, and the two of them just sat in silence in the hall. At this moment, the dungeon was full of noise.
The next day.
When Ji Yanchen woke up, the room was empty, and there was no sign of Yin Luzhu.
He got off the bed and walked to the bronze mirror.
Looking at the eye-catching scar in the mirror, the corners of his lips curved into a sarcastic arc, but he didn't care and looked away.
He opened the door and walked out slowly.
The scorching sun has risen, shining warmly on my body.
"Mr. Ji, is the prince in your room?"
Chang Yu walked in, looked at Ji Yanchen standing at the door, and asked in confusion.
Just now, Qingluo went to wake the prince up, but found that there was no one in the room, and even the quilt showed no signs of being slept on.
Come to think of it, the prince rested at Mr. Ji's place last night.
Thinking about it, the corner of Chang Yu's mouth twitched violently.
I don’t know if it’s suitable or not. Is Mr. Ji trustworthy?
"What did you say?"
Ji Yanchen frowned slightly. He sensitively sensed the key point in Chang Yu's words, "Prince Yin is not in the post house?"
Hearing this, the expression on Chang Yu's face suddenly froze.
"The prince did not return to his room last night."
Qing Luo walked in holding a long sword, her face still clearly solemn.
A bad premonition flashed through his heart. Just as Ji Yanchen was about to walk out, he saw Yin Luzhu walking in.
She was holding a long sword in her hand, and the white clothes on her body had been stained crimson by the eye-catching blood. Her fair cheeks were also stained with burning blood, and she looked like an evil ghost returning from hell.
