0p0 Chapter 223 Assassination
Chapter 223 Assassination
"How could this be? I clearly confirmed with my own eyes that he had died before I left. What exactly happened?" Upon hearing this, Dongfang Wan'er was shocked.
"So, not only is Ye Jingchu not dead, but Ye Jiuchen is also seriously injured."
I had a feeling that Ye Jingchu, having narrowly escaped death this time, wouldn't let it go so easily and would definitely be plotting something in secret.
A sense of foreboding welled up in Dongfang Wan'er's heart, and she felt that there must be many conspiracies and schemes behind this matter.
"Your Highness, given the current situation, how should we respond? Should I mobilize all our forces and return to the capital?" An Ye looked at Dongfang Wan'er, his eyes filled with a hint of seeking instructions.
Dongfang Wan'er shook her head slightly, her eyes revealing wisdom and calmness: "If we transfer the troops back to the capital now, wouldn't that just give them an opportunity to take advantage of us? They will definitely use this to make a big fuss and frame Ye Jiuchen for treason."
"What's there to be afraid of? That seat originally belonged to our master, but he simply disdained to sit there. What can a few slanders do? Our master wouldn't care about such things..."
When An Ye mentioned Ye Jiuchen, his words were full of reverence and admiration, and the light in his eyes seemed to indicate that Ye Jiuchen was an immortal god in his heart.
Dongfang Wan'er was well aware of An Ye's loyalty and admiration for Ye Jiuchen.
She nodded slightly and said softly, "We still need to be cautious. Tonight, Jiu Chen is unconscious, like a dragon trapped in shallow water. It's hard to guarantee that someone with ulterior motives won't take advantage of the situation to harm him."
Upon hearing this, An Ye immediately realized the seriousness of the situation. His expression hardened, and he hurriedly replied, "Your Highness is absolutely right. I will immediately dispatch men to closely monitor any movements in the capital, especially the actions of Ye Jingchu."
After saying this, he hurriedly withdrew and began to arrange various matters.
As the darkness faded, Dongfang Wan'er slowly entered Ye Jiuchen's room.
The room was so quiet that only their breathing could be heard. She saw Ye Jiuchen lying unconscious on the bed, his face looking slightly haggard, his brows unconsciously furrowed.
She stepped forward lightly and gently took his hand as if it were a rare treasure. The coolness from his fingertips made her heart clench.
"You must wake up soon. Only you have the ability to control this complicated situation."
She murmured to herself, her voice filled with worry and anticipation.
She knew that Ye Jiuchen had many enemies in the court, like walking on a thorny path of swords and shadows. This injury and coma was undoubtedly a signal that danger was quietly approaching, like a turbulent undercurrent hidden beneath a calm lake.
Just then, a sudden commotion outside broke the silence inside the house.
"Something terrible has happened! Someone, come quick!" The shrill cry was filled with terror.
"Qiuqin, come on, let's go out and see what happened." Dongfang Wan'er's heart tightened, and she hurriedly walked outside, with Qiuqin following closely behind.
One of the maids in the mansion was lying on the ground, foaming at the mouth, her body convulsing uncontrollably, her eyes wide open, as if shrouded in some unknown fear.
“Miss, look!” Qiuqin pointed at the maid on the ground, her voice trembling slightly.
"Hmm, Qiuqin, quickly bring me my silver needles." As a skilled physician, Dongfang Wan'er immediately noticed that the maid was showing signs of poisoning.
A sense of unease began to creep into her mind, and she wondered to herself, "Could it be that Ye Jingchu has already made his move?"
"Miss, silver needles!" Qiuqin rushed over, panting, carrying her medicine box.
Dongfang Wan'er took the silver needles, her expression solemn, and skillfully began to administer the acupuncture to the poisoned maid.
While administering acupuncture, she methodically instructed, "You all, carefully investigate what this maid ate and drank before she was poisoned. Don't overlook any clues."
"Yes!" The servants obeyed and left without daring to slack off in the slightest.
Before long, a servant came to report: "Your Highness, look. We found a little bit of powder in the corner of the kitchen." As he spoke, he presented a small cloth bag.
Dongfang Wan'er took the cloth bag and carefully examined the powder inside. However, to her surprise, it turned out to be just ordinary flour.
She was startled and knew something was wrong; a sense of foreboding arose within her.
Before she could react, the poisoned maid suddenly opened her eyes wide, a resolute glint in them, and swiftly pulled a gleaming dagger from her sleeve, stabbing at Dongfang Wan'er like a wolf pouncing on its prey.
"Miss...be careful!" Upon seeing this, Qiuqin did not hesitate to rush forward to shield Dongfang Wan'er from the knife, her eyes filled with fearlessness and loyalty.
Dongfang Wan'er also retreated repeatedly, trying to avoid this sudden and fatal blow.
In an instant, everyone was stunned by this sudden change, their minds blank, as if time itself had frozen.
Just as the dagger was about to pierce Dongfang Wan'er, a dark shadow flashed by like a ghost.
Immediately afterwards, with a loud "bang," the maid was kicked several meters away like a kite with a broken string, and crashed heavily to the ground.
Dongfang Wan'er was still in shock when she looked up and saw Ye Jiuchen, who had been unconscious for many days.
Although his face was still somewhat pale, as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, his eyes revealed a chilling and fierce killing intent, like a demon from hell.
"Dare to touch my woman? You're asking for death!" Ye Jiuchen roared, his voice booming like a bell, making everyone present's ears ring.
Knowing that the assassination attempt had failed, the maid showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, a strange smile appeared on her lips, a smile that seemed particularly sinister in the tense atmosphere.
"Your Highness, if I cannot kill her today, I will not let her go in the future." After saying this, he resolutely bit his tongue and committed suicide. A trickle of blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth, and the flame of his life was extinguished.
Still shaken, Dongfang Wan'er staggered towards Ye Jiuchen, her voice trembling with surprise and joy: "How did you wake up?"
Ye Jiuchen held her hand tightly, his eyes filled with deep affection and concern: "Wan'er, I had a feeling that you were in danger, so I forced myself to get up. I..." Before he could finish speaking, his body seemed to give way, and he fainted again.
"Ye Jiuchen..." Dongfang Wan'er was extremely anxious and wanted to step forward to support him. However, Ye Jiuchen was tall and strong, and although she tried her best, she was powerless and eventually fell to the ground with Ye Jiuchen.
"Miss, someone come quick! What are you all standing there for?!"
Qiuqin cried out in terror, her voice trembling with anxiety. Her eyes darted around frantically before she rushed over without hesitation to help Dongfang Wan'er up.
Dongfang Wan'er's face was slightly pale, but she still managed to remain calm. She raised her eyes slightly and decisively ordered the servants, "Carry your prince inside!"
After speaking, Dongfang Wan'er stood up with Qiu Qin's help. Her gaze inadvertently swept over the maids, and she thought to herself: Why are all the maids in this Prince's mansion so dull and slow? Not a single one of them is quick-witted when it matters.