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Cang Shuyue's injury was not serious. In the chaos just now, he was cut on the arm by an arrow while trying to shield Youlu and the First Prince. Fortunately, the wound was not deep.

When applying the medicine, the young military doctor hesitated for a moment, then picked up a small porcelain bottle from the left side of the medicine box. After applying the medicine, he bandaged the wound while instructing, "Don't get the wound wet. It will heal after a few dressing changes."

You Lu noticed this small detail, raised her eyebrows slightly, and a white light appeared in her eyes.

The Pixiu, still perched on his lap, keenly observed: "There's something wrong with this person."

After checking the information, You Lu nodded. [His name is Jian Dan. He's the grandson of Elder Chen, the head of the Imperial Medical Academy, and a mutual friend of the Sixth Prince and the Fourth Prince. The Sixth Prince asked him to take care of Cang Shuyue, while the Fourth Prince asked him to help poison him. The Fourth Prince wants to eliminate me, my eldest brother, and Cang Shuyue all at once.]

[The Sixth Prince asked him to take care of Cang Shuyue?] Pixiu accurately found the key point and revealed an expression of discovering a new continent.

The deer was speechless. [Isn't the point that the Fourth Prince asked him to poison her?]

Pixiu immediately adopted a serious expression. [Could it be that his hesitation just now was because he was considering whether to take the opportunity to poison him?]

"I guess so." You Lu stroked his chin. "The bottle of medicine on the right side of the medicine box was given to him by the Fourth Prince. It contains a special poison that will slowly erode a person's meridians. It was probably prepared specifically for Cang Shuyue."

[But he just took the medicine on the left. It seems he doesn't dare to use it.] Pixiu mimicked his action, touching its round chin.

"It's not that I dare not, nor that I want to." You Lu seemed thoughtful. "Although he pities the Fourth Prince and always grants his requests, he dares not do something that would bring disaster to his entire clan. Besides, he and the Sixth Prince are close friends who can talk about anything, so he can't bear to hurt those the Sixth Prince cares about."

Pixiu frowned deeply and began to crack its claws. [In other words, this Jian Dan likes the Fourth Prince, while that dark and insane Fourth Prince likes the Sixth Prince, and the Sixth Prince is also his good friend, even asking him to help take care of Cang Shuyue…]

[It's practically a battleground.] You Lu pouted.

The Pixiu clutched its head, [Am I the only beast who thinks this is so simple and pitiful? Being used by the person you like, and having to take care of someone else for your rival and friend—is he a male bodhisattva?]

"Who can argue with that?" Youlu sighed. "The Fourth Prince only used him, and the Sixth Prince only confided in him. He gave his all to both love and friendship, and in the end, to help the Sixth Prince escape the Fourth Prince's clutches, he was tortured to death by the Fourth Prince."

[This is too cruel!] Pixiu clutched its chest and howled.

After the wound was bandaged, Cang Shuyue lowered his rolled-up sleeves and calmly instructed, "Check the Seventh Prince's injuries."

Youlu tilted his head and pointed to himself.

The eldest prince also said, "Yes, let's take another look."

Unable to refuse such hospitality, Youlu had no choice but to obediently extend his hand.

He glanced briefly at the injury on his hand, then frowned impatiently. "This is just a minor injury; some medicine will do the trick. There are many guards waiting for me to treat them, so I'll take my leave now."

After saying that, he picked up his medicine box and left, his arrogance exactly the same as Old Chen's, showing that he was also a proud and arrogant person.

The Pixiu puffed out its cheeks. "I take back what I just said. He's not pitiful at all!"

You Lu shrugged indifferently. [From a broader perspective, his actions were not wrong.]

Indeed, some guards were seriously injured and needed medical treatment, so Cang Shuyue and the First Prince did not reprimand them. After they left briefly, Cang Shuyue waved his hand, and a guard stepped forward and bowed.

"Keep an eye on him."

Cang Shuyue gave the instructions in a low voice, clearly having also noticed the subtle anomaly.

The guards bowed in response.

Although the crisis has been averted, some of the less seriously injured guards remain on guard beside the carriage to prevent the assassins from returning.

After inspecting the silver carriage, Gu Cheng came over to report: "The assassin's target was the command carriage. The silver carriages behind it were not affected. Once the frightened horses are calmed, we can continue our journey."

He glanced at Youlu sitting on the carriage shaft.

He had been fighting the assassin on the other side of the carriage, but he had also seen what was happening here. Although he was unwilling to admit it, the boy's martial arts skills were indeed superior to his own. If they were to fight head-on, he would have no chance of winning.

The thought of being outdone by this kid again made him even more irritable.

Yinwu led his men to search the area and found bloodstains on several patches of grass, as well as the bodies of several assassins. Clearly, these assassins had been attacked.

He returned to the carriage, still puzzled, and bowed, saying, "There are no more traces of assassins around, so we can continue our journey. However, I discovered bloodstains and several corpses in the bushes, leading me to suspect that the assassins were attacked by a third party. Should we send someone to investigate?"

Pixiu's puffed-out chest slumped again, and he scratched his head, muttering, "I only had Xiaogua make a hole in the assassins' feet, I didn't kill anyone."

Youlu raised an eyebrow.

Cang Shuyue's eyes turned slightly cold. "No need. They are secret guards sent by Xiao Yan. He doesn't trust me with them."

Emperor Wulong, who was dealing with Consort Yi in Hancui Palace, suddenly sneezed, muttering to himself, "Who's talking badly about me?"

"Your Majesty~~" Consort Yi shook his arm and said reproachfully, "You've finally come to my palace, why are you so distracted? Is there something I've done wrong in serving you?"

Emperor Wulong shuddered, and under the guise of drinking tea, he subtly withdrew his arm, and said with a dry laugh, "I was just thinking of the First Prince and the Seventh Prince who have traveled far away, and I miss them."

It's better not to mention it, because it makes him uncomfortable. I wonder how that brat is doing. I hope he's not hurt.

Seeing his worried expression, Consort Yi's face stiffened slightly, and she forced a smile, "With the Duke of Zhenguo here, no one can harm the First Prince and... the Seventh Prince. Your Majesty can rest assured."

He offered words of comfort, but his hands were twisting the handkerchief tightly.

Both are princes, but her Heng'er is still under house arrest in the prince's residence, while the emperor is preoccupied with that brat who just returned. She wonders if her elder brother's men have succeeded. She must hope that the brat doesn't return to the palace!

Gritting her teeth inwardly, Consort Yi raised her hand to press the corner of her eye, her eyes brimming with tears, and said, "I understand Your Majesty's feelings. Your Majesty is concerned about the First Prince and the Seventh Prince, just as I am concerned about the Third Prince. I wonder if the Third Prince's injuries have healed yet, and when he can come to the palace to see me."

Granny Gui knelt down with a thud, pleading, "Your Majesty misses the Third Prince so much that she has lost her appetite and is on the verge of falling ill from worry. This old servant sees it all and feels deeply for you. I humbly beg Your Majesty to grant your mercy and lift the Third Prince's confinement, so that mother and son can be reunited!"

"How dare you!" Consort Yi shouted sternly. "His Majesty's strictness towards the Third Prince is a sign of his high regard for him, a great favor indeed. What talk of me being ill from worry? I've simply lost my appetite because of the heat. Don't spout nonsense here!"

Emperor Wulong watched the two, mistress and servant, perform quietly. Only after they finished did he slowly say, "I'm glad my beloved consort understands my intentions. The third prince was disrespectful to Prime Minister Su, and I had no choice but to punish him. Otherwise, how could I give an explanation to the scholars and intellectuals of the land?"

"I know," Consort Yi said with a stiff smile, twisting her handkerchief. "These days, the Third Prince has not left his residence and has been reflecting on his mistakes. I suppose he has realized his errors. Your Majesty, please forgive him this time."

"Then tonight..." Emperor Wulong smiled.

Consort Yi hurriedly said, "I am not feeling well tonight and it is inconvenient for me to serve Your Majesty."

Emperor Wulong nodded in satisfaction, "Since my beloved concubine is unwell, I will have the Third Prince enter the palace to attend to her tomorrow."

He stood up. "I still have some memorials to review, so I won't stay any longer. Take care, my beloved consort."

Understanding the message, Eunuch Kang called out loudly, "Prepare the carriage!"

Consort Yi gritted her teeth, rose and bowed: "Respectfully seeing off Your Majesty."

It wasn't that she didn't want to keep the emperor, but in order to get her son out, she had no choice but to let him leave.

Emperor Wulong, now free, ran faster than a rabbit.