After Reincarnating, an Evil Consort Only Wants to Torture Scums

  Chapter 291 Chapter 291: Weak power

"It's really her." Chu Jinyan said indifferently, with a clear and gorgeous appearance, there was a touch of magnificence and beauty in the corners of his brows and eyes, his eyes had a gloomy light, his thin lips pursed into a sarcastic and sharp arc : "Relying on her father's connivance to act recklessly in the capital, she really thinks that no matter what she does, she will be pardoned in the end?"

   Sheng Xian bowed his head in silence.

  The master can arrogantly scold the eldest princess, but he, a slave, cannot follow along.

  Although I didn’t scold less in my heart.

  Hmph, this woman dared to move His Highness's apex, she's doomed!

   "Master, are we..." Sheng Xian said, stretching his neck with one hand, making a killing gesture.

  Chu Jinyan gave Sheng Xian a meaningful look, with a hint of disgust.

   Sheng Xian: "..."

what happened? Is his idea bad?

   Could it be that the eldest princess can only assassinate His Highness, and they can't retaliate against him in their own way?

   "How is Zheng Wenwu recovering from his injuries?" Chu Jinyan suddenly asked without beginning or end.

   Sheng Xian couldn't keep up with his jumping-off topic for a while, and he was stunned for a moment before saying: "No...it's not good, but I can get out of bed for a while."

  Having been injured for 100 days, Zheng Wenwu broke several bones. It is not yet a month to be able to get out of bed, but it will take some time to heal.

  Why is Your Highness suddenly concerned about Zheng Wenwu's injury?

  Chu Jinyan didn't answer the conversation, and leaned against the head of the bed with cold eyes.

  At this time, a servant knocked lightly on the door, and said anxiously: "Your Highness, the emperor is here, and this meeting will soon go to the courtyard."

  He came at a trot, and the emperor arrived, terrified everyone. Director Deng quickly called him to pass a message to His Highness.

  Chu Jinyan: "Understood."

   He said he knew it, but his body didn't move.

  Sheng Xian hurriedly opened the door, only to see a bright yellow figure striding towards the courtyard in the distance, followed by a group of imperial guards.

  Emperor Cheng De walked into the courtyard with a dark face, Sheng Xian knelt down and saluted with his servants.

   "The slave sees the emperor."

  Emperor Cheng De walked past the two of them expressionlessly, without any intention of telling them to get up, and walked towards the house.

  Hu Qian took a step back, and waved at Sheng Xian: "Guard Sheng, don't come in yet."

   When the emperor asks a question, he has to answer well.

   Sheng Xian responded, hurriedly got up and followed in.

  Chu Jinyan looked at Emperor Chengde who entered the room, and called out: "Father Emperor." He gestured to lift the quilt and was about to get up.

   "Lie down and don't move." Emperor Chengde said hurriedly.

  Sheng Xian quickly brought a chair to the side of the bed, and Emperor Chengde sat down, looking at his son's pale handsome face, his heart ached.

   "If Doctor Miao hadn't come to report it, would you still plan to hide such a serious injury from me? What's going on? No one in the imperial city is so bold as to murder you."

  Sheng Xian was thinking about how to respond properly, when he suddenly received a slightly cold look from Chu Jinyan, signaling him not to talk too much.

"Who knows, those people are all very skilled, so they are well-trained. My ministers arrested a few and brought them back for interrogation, but they kept their mouths tight and didn't ask for anything. But those who dare to raise dead soldiers in the capital, And there are not many who have the guts to assassinate me."

  Chu Jinyan looked at Emperor Chengde, and said faintly.

   "It's so audacious that even dared to murder the prince, I must investigate thoroughly." Emperor Chengde was furious.

   "Whatever, I don't want to stay in the capital anyway."

  Emperor Cheng De was taken aback, and looked at him with a tiger face: "What nonsense, where are you going if you are not in the capital?"

Chu Jinyan glanced at Emperor Chengde quietly: "Father suddenly brought me back to the capital, blocking the way of many people, and there is only one crown prince. I am weak and I can't fight. If I stay, it will be for others." Being a target, I was lucky enough to save my life this time, next time, my father will wait to collect my body."

   Sheng Xian quickly raised his head to look at his master, twitched the corner of his mouth fiercely, then silently stepped aside.

   It’s too bad, it’s obvious that the eldest princess did it, but the master’s words directly pointed the finger at his brother, and he blacked everyone invisibly.

  His Royal Highness, you act slowly...

  Weak power?

  Well, on the surface it is not so, a prince who was taken back to the capital at the beginning, how can he compare with the prince who has cultivated his own power since childhood, it is too miserable!

  When Emperor Chengde heard Chu Jinyan's words about collecting his body, his face turned dark.

   "Bah, no one curses their own death."

  Chu Jinyan gave Emperor Chengde a look of self-experience.

  Who in the capital dares to send dead soldiers to assassinate the prince, who has no status?

  Minister?

   There is no nod from the master above him, and the courtiers don’t have the guts even if they have evil intentions, so in the final analysis, the most suspicious person is the prince.

  A concubine in the palace?

  Which concubine without a son is full and has nothing to do with this thankless thing?

  So it is not surprising that Emperor Chengde deeply felt that his other sons were the most suspicious, but there was no evidence to point out who did it.

  It’s not that he can’t see the ambitions of his sons, there is only one emperor, and whoever wants to sit on this position, even Emperor Chengde himself was secretly staring at the dragon chair of the first emperor.

   But if you want to fight, you can, but if you want to kill your brother, you can't bear it.

  Emperor Cheng De silently made a note to his sons in his heart, don't ask him to find out who did it, and if he finds out, he must take his skin off.

   Really capable, I am still alive, just to kill my brother in order to fight for the throne.

   If you really sit in this position in the future, can you accommodate living brothers?

   "I know this matter well, you take care of your wounds, and don't talk about leaving Beijing."

   After finally coaxing him to the capital, how could he let him go so easily.

   It seems that some more experts need to be recruited to ensure the safety of the son.

  Chu Jinyan nodded with a cold face, the expression on his face was not that I wanted to stay, but that I was forced to stay because of your father's sake.

  Emperor Cheng De called Imperial Physician Miao again, and after carefully inquiring about Chu Jinyan's injury, he left uneasy.

  Not long after, led by Yuan Zheng, he brought five imperial physicians from the Imperial Hospital to the Eighth Prince's Mansion with great fanfare, so everyone in the capital knew that the Eighth Prince was seriously injured, and six imperial physicians were assembled for diagnosis and treatment.

   Some people even secretly guessed in their hearts that with such a serious injury, could it be that the eighth prince is dying soon?

   "The ministers and others refer to His Highness the Eighth Prince."

  The six imperial physicians knelt in front of Chu Jinyan's bed and kowtowed in salute.

   This scene is very similar to being mourned before death...

  Chu Jinyan looked at the head in front of him, raised his hand and squeezed the space between his eyebrows: "Stand aside."

  He's not dead yet.

   Several imperial physicians were shocked when they heard Chu Jinyan's cold voice, and quickly stood up and stood aside.

  Yuan was the leader, so he still had to come out to speak at this time, so he looked at Chu Jinyan with a wrinkled smile: "Your Highness, the emperor ordered me to come and treat His Highness's wounds."

   This is really extremely pampering. Generally, only the emperor is ill, so he is qualified to consult with so many imperial physicians.

  (end of this chapter)