“It’s done. Xue Ling is dead.”
The man nodded when he heard Xue Ling’s name. They might not be capable of much, but they had the means to kill her.
“What a pity,” Prince Lei Ting remarked, carrying a hint of regret.
That old woman from Prince Zhan Yun’s residence was unusually fond of Xue Ling. She was a good chess piece. Unfortunately, she had to die.
The man did not say anything. He did not feel that it was a pity.
He did not think Xue Ling was even worth mentioning. They would be overestimating her if they thought of her as a chess piece. She would be a small chess piece next to an actual chess piece at most.
“I’ve already sent word to the capital,” he said.
Since the small chess piece was dead, the chess piece that they had been using should appear, right? He was looking forward to the old woman’s crazy revenge on Qian Jiyun.
After all, one was her stepson, who was not related by blood, while the other was her niece, whom she had raised for a few years.
Prince Lei Ting sneered, “Go investigate who gave the prescription to Shen Yan and the others.”
If it was Qian Jiyun, he would not mind causing more trouble for him. Anyone who dared to ruin his plans would have to pay the price!
“Yes, Your Highness, ” the man replied and turned to leave.
Honestly, he did not want to stay by Prince Lei Ting’s side any longer—not right now, at least.
After all, Prince Lei Ting had contracted the epidemic disease. He was afraid of being infected.
A servant rushed to the man when he arrived in the courtyard. “Young Master Tan, Master has sent word.”
“What is it?”
Young Master Tan’s gaze sharpened as he looked at the messenger.
“Master instructed us to make Prince Lei Ting’s illness more difficult to treat and… give him some poison!”
Young Master Tan closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
It would be easy to poison Prince Lei Ting because he was by his side. It would be difficult, however, to keep Prince Lei Ting from discovering that he was the one who poisoned him.
Moreover, Prince Lei Ting belonged to Master. Why would Master poison him?
“Does he want him dead or alive?” he asked.
“Half-dead,” the servant replied.
If Prince Lei Ting was half-dead, Young Master Tan would have to shift the blame to someone else—and that was none other than Qian Jiyun, Prince Zhan Yun.
Was his master targeting Qian Jiyun? He would not be easy to deal with!
“Go and make preparations. We’ll evacuate when the time comes. We can’t leave any traces,” he instructed his servant.
“Yes, Young Master Tan,” the servant replied and left.
“Are we dealing with Qian Jiyun?” Young Master Tan mumbled as he watched the servant leave.
Qian Jiyun had spent many years fighting alone at the border and was conferred the title of Prince of the Second Rank at a young age.
Would he be that easy to deal with? Was his master too naive?
He sighed softly and rubbed his eyebrows.
I’ll carry it out because Master ordered it. I don’t think Qian Jiyun will be able to trace it back to Master if we evacuate in time.
…
In another residence in the same place…
It was impossible to imagine what was inside from the exterior alone. It was an ordinary residence, but there was a different world inside.
A few young men had their hands tied and gagged while being escorted by a few men with large knives.
“Why are you dawdling? Move it!”
