“Your Highness, the knives are here.” He Qi handed over the throwing knives with trembling hands, hesitating over whether he should send someone to report this to Consort Yu.
Mo Bei loosened the long whip at her waist. Since death awaited her either way, she might as well drag that little tyrant down to the underworld with her! With that thought, her beautiful eyes narrowed, and killing intent surged.
How could Yelü Qianxiao fail to see what she was thinking? His lowered blue eyes flickered between light and shadow.
No. He could not let her make a move!
The moment she did, suspicion would surely be drawn to her.
At that point, not only would they fail to steal the secret edict, even the scheme he had laid for years would be ruined in one stroke.
The Crown Prince would seize on this matter and refuse to let it go, slowly, slowly probing every corner of Zhinuan Palace.
That was not the most terrifying part. The most terrifying part was that person...
Whoosh!
Before he could sort out his thoughts, a throwing knife came slicing through the wind and struck the trunk of the locust tree.
“Heh heh, this knife isn’t bad. Fast enough, accurate enough!” Yelü Aofeng was young to begin with, and now that he had found amusement, his laughter grew even more wildly arrogant. “This prince will use this throwing knife to show you what happens when you protect a fool!” As the words fell, his blue eyes narrowed, and both hands shot out at once, filled with a ruthless intent that would not stop until someone was dead!
Mo Bei looked at the gleam breaking through the wind and smiled coldly, just about to draw her whip.
Who would have thought—thud!
Her body was knocked aside by a brute force, and she stumbled a large step backward. She stared in shock at the man before her, unable to come back to herself for a long while.
He.
He had actually blocked the throwing knife for her!?
“Buns, I want to eat buns, buns this big, this big.” Yelü Qianxiao grinned foolishly as he kept gesturing with both hands. Suddenly, his thin lips pulled down, and he burst into loud sobs. “It hurts, Xiaoxiao hurts, waaah, it hurts so much!”
“Th-Third Highness!” He Qi looked at the prince bleeding nonstop before him and immediately panicked, darting about helplessly with no idea what to do.
The little tyrant seemed not to have expected things to turn out this way either. Cold sweat broke out all over him. He dropped the throwing knives from both hands and roared at the utterly stunned Huarong, “Imperial physician! Hurry and summon the imperial physician!”
What should he do? Imperial Father had said that this fool could only be played with, not killed.
If he died, Mother Consort would surely never speak another word to him again.
He hated him so much!
Why! Why did Mother Consort only have eyes for this fool!
He was also the flesh and blood she had carried for ten months and given birth to. Why was it that from childhood until now, no matter how he tried to please her, there were only two words in her heart: Qianxiao, Qianxiao, that damned Yelü Qianxiao!
No matter how useless the foolish prince was, he was still a prince. In less than half a moment, news of his severe injury had spread throughout the depths of the palace.
After Emperor Dunhuang heard of it, his face turned alternately blue and pale. With a wave of his hand, he ordered the imperial carriage to Zhinuan Palace.
“How is the treatment?” Emperor Dunhuang swept a glance over the simpleton on the bed who was crying foolishly without stop, and his tightly knitted brows finally eased.
The imperial physician carefully wound layer after layer of white cloth around the wound, then cupped his hands and replied, “In answer to Your Majesty, the Third Prince’s injury is not life-threatening.”
“In that case, We are relieved.” Emperor Dunhuang nodded, gave a few more instructions to the old eunuch at his side, then rose with a flick of his sleeve and went to Aofeng Palace.
Mo Bei took it all in, her willow brows knitting slightly. This emperor was far too cold-blooded.
It was as if he had made this trip only to see whether his own son was dead or not.
As for whether he was hurt, there was not the slightest trace of concern on his face. Despicable!
“Waaah, Xiaoxiao is bleeding, Xiaoxiao is going to die! Blow on it, huff huff, if you blow on it, it won’t hurt!” Cries came from the straw bed. Yelü Qianxiao was curled up like a child, constantly trying to breathe on his own back, and he wailed at anyone who came near.