After listening to Xia Heng's analysis, Rong Ming thought for a moment and nodded slowly, "So, this killer originally wanted to assassinate someone at the banquet and create chaos, but it happened that I gave her to She killed Lao Qi, so Lao Qi became her assassination target, not deliberately."
He turned his eyes, and there was a bit of confusion in his eyes. He looked at Xia Heng with some confusion and asked: "According to sir's guess, this poison should have been smeared on later, which means that this killer The original intention was not to use poison for stabbing, but why was it suddenly poisoned later? If the intention was to take someone's life, why not use poison that seals the throat when blood appears?"
Xia Heng seemed to have expected that he would ask this question. He smiled clearly, with a hint of confidence on his face, and said: "This is the strangest part of the whole thing. Why does the killer have cold dreams?" Qianye, why did he suddenly change his mind and poison him during the assassination? Xia has been thinking about it for a long time, and now he finally has some clues, maybe he can figure it out."
Seeing his confident look, Rong Ming knew that he might have already made up his mind, so he quickly asked for advice: "In this case, Mr. Lao can help me clear up my doubts."
Xia Heng leaned back slightly, looked beyond the bright lights, looked into the distance, and slowly said: "The reason why Xia suspected King Huai was because at the time of the assassination, apart from the killer, only King Huai had the talent. If there is an opportunity to poison himself, if King Huai does it, then all this can be explained. But after listening to His Highness's analysis, Xia is convinced that if King Huai does this at this time, he will actually poison himself. Being placed on the cusp of the storm would do him a lot of harm but nothing good. Even if it was to confuse us and try to do the opposite, there would be no gain. Since it wasn't King Huai who did it, it could only be the killer. ”
He paused, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then expressed his suspicion: "When Xia was stationed in the south with the general, he heard several Jianghu people mention Han Meng Qianye. This poison was originally It comes from the Western Regions. Because it is very small in quantity, expensive, and cannot be immediately sealed with blood, there are very few people who use it. Unless there is some deep hatred and want to torture the other party to death, most people will not choose to use it. Xia recalled the killer. Her Western dance was no less impressive than those of the Western dancers. She must have learned a lot about the Western regions, so it was not surprising that she had a cold dream for a thousand nights. According to Xia As we know, many killers have a habit of hiding poison on themselves or under their fingernails in case of sudden situations during the assassination process. If necessary, they can even use it to save their lives. She originally thought it was just A simple assassination did not require the use of poison at all to deal with these powerless civil servants, so she did not apply the poison that would seal the throat after seeing blood on the weapon, but habitually hid Hanmeng Qianye But when she was trying to assassinate King Huai, she unexpectedly discovered that King Huai's martial arts was not low. This not only disrupted her position, but even threatened her life, so in desperation, she concealed it under her fingernail. The cold dream Qianye in the Emei thorn was smeared on the Emei thorn. When King Huai was confronting her, he grabbed the Emei thorn with his hand, and his hand was stained with the cold dream Qianye, and the Emei thorn was After the shock came out of the body, Xia once saw him cover the wound subconsciously, and the poison seeped into the body from the wound."
Rong Ming frowned when he heard this, and there was a hint of complexity in his eyes, as if he was thinking about something. After a moment, he raised his eyes to look at Xia Heng, with some disbelief in his eyes: "Sir, are you saying that all of this is a coincidence, and that although the process was a mistake, it was all right?"
Faced with Rong Ming's doubtful inquiry, Xia Heng smiled bitterly and explained: "Although it is a bit unbelievable, according to the clues we have obtained so far, this is the most reasonable explanation."
Rong Ming was silent for a moment, nodded slowly, and expressed his agreement with Xia Heng's statement, "Mr.'s words are not unreasonable." Then he seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes suddenly became sharp, and a look of contempt flashed in his gloomy eyes. Smiling, "The fourth and eighth boys thought they could take me down by twisting into a rope. They really overestimated their abilities. They didn't even think about whether they had this ability. Over the years, they have been like two mad dogs. , biting me, but now it’s good that not only did I not plot against me, but I actually shot myself in the foot.”
The contempt on his face was particularly obvious, and there was a hint of arrogance on all things. Xia Heng couldn't help frowning when he saw this, and reminded him solemnly: "Your Highness must not underestimate the enemy, although King An and King Ning are not as resourceful as they are." Your Highness, the power of their two mother clans cannot be underestimated. Now that they have joined forces to deal with you, Your Highness should be even more careful to avoid falling into the trap again. If you want to completely eradicate them, you still need to wait for the opportunity."
"Waiting for the opportunity? Haha, sir, how much time do you think I have to wait?" Rong Ming sneered, with a hint of sullenness in his eyes, and said sarcastically: "Now my father has repeatedly hinted to me, let me I urge my grandfather to disband his troops and return to his fields, and hand over the military power in the north. How long do you think I can hold the position of crown prince?"
Xia Heng smiled indifferently, revealing a profound meaning. He picked up the teapot and poured himself a new cup of tea. He said leisurely: "The emperor's desire to take back the general's military power did not come up just recently. Your Highness can rest assured that the general will guard him. For many years, the northern border has deterred the northern barbarians from invading, and its prestige in the eyes of the people is so high that even the emperor would not dare to force it unless the general voluntarily disbands his troops. As long as the general guards the northern border for one day, His Highness This prince's position will be secure for a day."
"I don't understand what you said, sir." Rong Ming sighed, the anger in his eyes gradually dissipated, replaced by a wry smile, and there was a hint of unwillingness, "But it seems that my father has never I have identified with this prince, but over the years he has turned a blind eye, allowing others to be on an equal footing with me, and watching them plot and suppress me again and again. In my father's heart, he cannot see it after all. Come to this palace."
Hearing this, Xia Heng smiled meaningfully, "Your Highness, why should you speculate on the Emperor's thoughts? Your Highness must not forget that in this world, besides the Emperor, the general is also His Highness's relative, and what the General cares about most is Your Highness, even if there is a strong wind and rain outside, the general will do whatever it takes to protect His Highness."
He pushed back the foam in the tea until they disappeared, then he looked up at Rong Ming. His eyes were deep and subtle, and he said sonorously and firmly every word: "Your Highness, please relax. All the obstacles at present will be solved. They are just stepping stones for Your Highness to ascend to a high position. The crouching dragon in the shallows finally gets the water, and it overturns the sea and turns the world upside down. As long as Your Highness polishes the sword in his heart to be sharp enough, when the clouds gather and the wind rises, His Highness will become a dragon. Nine days.”
