webnovelfull Chapter 112 The Ninth Prince of Liang, Li Wuyang
Chapter 112 The Ninth Prince of Liang, Li Wuyang
With a muffled "thud," the hidden weapon struck his right shoulder with pinpoint accuracy.
A sharp pain suddenly struck, and the man in black couldn't help but groan. His steps faltered, and he staggered a few steps, his white hair swaying slightly in the darkness.
The man in black gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, and dared not slow down his pace in the slightest.
It quickly disappeared into the vast night.
Qin Jiuwei stood there, her mind filled with the fleeting glimpse of the white-haired boy she had just seen.
Incredulity filled her eyes.
How...could it be him?
In her past life, she had seen this person in a visiting delegation from the Great Liang Dynasty.
A young man with white hair, the ninth prince of the Great Liang Dynasty, Li Wuyang.
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Despite the excruciating pain in his shoulder, Li Wuyang fled swiftly under the cover of night.
After several turns, we entered a secluded courtyard.
He staggered into the yard and leaned against a large tree.
Large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, wetting his messy white hair.
After he had calmed down a bit, he stretched out his slightly trembling hand and slowly removed the mask from his face.
Beneath the mask was a pale yet handsome face with a hint of wickedness.
His originally narrow, upturned eyes were now slightly squinted due to the pain, but they still couldn't hide their sharpness and unruliness.
Hearing the commotion outside, several servants in black quickly came out of the house.
Upon seeing the bleeding wound on his shoulder, the attendant immediately panicked, "Your Highness!"
They quickly helped Li Wuyang into the house and treated his wounds.
But upon seeing the wound, the accompanying imperial physician's face turned pale instantly, and his voice became flustered.
"Your Highness, this wound... seems to be poisoned."
Li Wuyang didn't raise his eyebrows, "Use Bai Du Qing."
The imperial physician nodded. "Yes, Your Highness."
This Hundred Poisons Elixir is a secret medicine of the Liang royal family, capable of curing all poisons in the world, and has always been in the hands of the Liang emperor.
Only a prince as favored by the emperor as the Ninth Prince could receive a bottle.
The imperial physician carefully took out the antidote and applied some to his wound.
The stinging pain from the wound made Li Wuyang frown deeply.
His eyes were filled with hatred. "You cunning Xie Yanli!"
Not only did they injure him with hidden weapons, but they also poisoned the hidden weapons!
Thinking about what had just happened—first being caught in a trap, then being surrounded by guards, and finally being injured by a hidden weapon—his anger intensified.
He'll get his revenge sooner or later!
Li, the strategist, couldn't help but sigh, "Your Highness, it's just a tribute for the Empress Dowager. It's not worth you risking your life."
"If anything were to happen to you, how would we explain it to His Majesty?"
Li Wuyang frowned, a hint of impatience flashing in his eyes. "So long-winded."
Although he knew they meant well and were loyal, he never liked hearing such things.
He waved his hand, forced himself to stand up straight, and said through gritted teeth, "This little injury is nothing. This prince won't die."
Li Wuyang said coldly, "The relic is nothing, but it can slap the Great Jin in the face."
However, he did not expect that the news had leaked out and Xie Yanli had noticed it in advance and set up an ambush.
Otherwise, he would have succeeded.
"The two countries, Liang and Jin, have been at war for many years and are now irreconcilable enemies. Our purpose in infiltrating Jin is to stir up trouble in the court."
"The more chaotic the Great Jin Dynasty becomes, the more opportunities we will have."
Li Wuyang's lips curved slightly upwards, forming a faint, almost imperceptible arc.
Only one of the two, the Great Liang and the Great Jin, can survive.
Ultimately, Daliang will surely be the winner!
At this moment, a carriage slowly drove towards the Marquis's residence.
Qin Jiuwei felt uneasy as she thought of Li Wuyang, whom she had just met.
What are the people from Daliang doing in Dajin?
In her previous life, Li Wuyang had already entered the capital with the delegation in the eighth year of the Yuanyou era. At that time, she had been conferred the title of Consort De and was in charge of the six palaces.
The delegation from Daliang left after only half a month of visiting.
Soon after, war broke out on the border, resulting in countless deaths and injuries.
Qin Jiuwei was filled with apprehension, as the royal family of Daliang had always been secretive.
If Li Wuyang hadn't come with the delegation back then, she probably wouldn't have known that the Ninth Prince of Daliang would have white hair.
Xie Yanli probably didn't know about this either...
Qin Jiu turned her gaze to Xie Yanli's cool and handsome profile and called out, "Husband."
"What's wrong?" Xie Yanli asked calmly.
He looked at Qin Jiuwei's fair face and couldn't help but purse his lips.
Why does she look so unwell? Could it be that tonight's events were too bloody and frightened her?
Just as he was about to say something to comfort her, Qin Jiuwei spoke again.
"My husband, do you remember the thief tonight? His hair was white."
"I remember," Xie Yanli nodded. "It's indeed rare to see someone with white hair at such a young age."
Qin Jiu pursed her lips and slowly spoke.
"I have heard that the Ninth Prince of the Great Liang Dynasty is white-haired..."
Upon hearing these two words, Xie Yanli's brow twitched.
He had just thought that this white-haired youth was so bold, the power behind him must be considerable.
But to his surprise, it was someone from the Great Liang...
Xie Yanli narrowed his eyes dangerously.
The people from Daliang who came to Jin are definitely up to no good. What are they plotting?
Seeing that Xie Yanli had taken the words to heart, Qin Jiuwei composed herself and said no more.
Now, the King of Qi is plotting a rebellion, and the prince of the enemy state has secretly entered the capital.
The world is becoming increasingly unsettling.
Fortunately, the relics were not stolen tonight, so my uncle should be safe.
Qin Jiuwei sighed softly; this was all she could do.
Tomorrow is the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet.
Hopefully, nothing else goes wrong.
The next day.
"No way~ Jue-ge'er also wants to go to the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet~" Xie Jue tugged at Qin Jiuwei's sleeve and cried.
He sniffled, his voice sounding aggrieved.
"Mother took my eldest brother to the poetry gathering and my second brother to the autumn banquet, but she never took Jue-ge out, sob sob sob."
He tilted his little head back, his big eyes filled with tears.
Clutching her chest, looking heartbroken, she cried, "My mother doesn't love me anymore! My mother doesn't care about me anymore!"
Xie Jingchun raised an eyebrow. How could his third brother cry so loudly?
Xie Jing: ...
I'll just watch you perform quietly.
Qin Jiuwei couldn't help but chuckle and reached out to rub his little head.
"How could Mother not love Jue-ge'er? How about Mother takes Jue-ge'er to the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet this time?"
Taking a child as young as Xie Jue to a banquet requires much more attention than taking older children.
But she had already taken her eldest and second eldest sons out, and if she didn't take her youngest son, it would be a real loss.
She couldn't let the children feel that she was being biased.
Upon hearing his mother agree to take him along, Xie Jue, who had been crying, immediately stopped.
He just pretended to sniff.
As she lowered her head, her little mouth curled up slightly.
Hehe, it worked!
Xie Jingchun was stunned to see Xie Jue's expression change faster than flipping through a book.
Third brother, you...
Is this right?