The Comeback of the Charming Farmer's Wife-Chapter 2193 - 2195: Those Are All Tricks Women Use
The eunuchs, anxious and trembling, searched the hall thoroughly, fearing the consequences if they truly found anything.
During the search, someone couldn’t steady his legs and stumbled over a bathing wooden barrel in the adjacent clean room.
"Ah..." As they saw what spilled out of the barrel, a eunuch screamed and fainted.
"Who is it? Yelling at night like this, has no one any manners left?" Yangyang lightly reprimanded.
"Your Highness, Your Highness, something terrible happened."
Yangyang sat nonchalantly in his chair, "What’s the matter?"
"So many venomous snakes and scorpions." The eunuch said as his legs went weak, seeing the writhing mass, it was truly disgusting.
Upon hearing that, Yangyang slipped out immediately.
"Your Highness, it’s dangerous!"
He completely ignored the warning of the young eunuch.
Following the sound into the clean room, he saw, "Oh my, damn it, is someone trying to poison me?"
"So many venomous snakes and scorpions, and they’re in the bath barrel?" Looking at the creatures on the ground, Yangyang clicked his tongue, "Actually put in the bath barrel, such deep cunning. Not bad, not bad, didn’t put under the quilt, makes me think more highly of him."
He must take a bath after every training session; finding them in the wooden barrel wasn’t easy, but for his good sense of smell picking up the fishy stench, today could have turned deadly.
The eunuchs heard him and looked at each other, truly, this young prince had a brave heart; had it been any other child, they’d have been scared and crying. No wonder the Grand Emperor chose him to be Emperor, no wonder.
"What’s going on with Yangyang?" The old poison master heard the commotion and came to check, seeing the crawling creatures he disdainfully curled his lip, "Looks like someone doesn’t want you to be Emperor."
"I didn’t want to be Emperor in the first place." Yangyang snorted coldly.
Soon news reached Prince Le, who was taken aback, "Tsk tsk, the hereditary traits truly are strong, so ruthless, no wonder he’s of the Baili Family lineage." As for that brat, tsk tsk, he’s not just any child, so clever and quick-witted.
The next day, the heir of Prince Le rose early, skipped breakfast, and led his men towards Baohua Hall.
Thinking, the one competing with him for the throne should have died by now—excellent.
Once he became Emperor, he’d surely bring his mother concubine over from Great Zhou.
"Hey... ha..." The sounds of martial training echoed out of Baohua Hall.
But the heir of Prince Le’s skills were shallow; he only heard them once inside the hall.
Seeing that familiar face, he visibly hesitated.
Immediately his face flushed red, glaring at the path behind him so intensely it seemed he was trying to burn a hole through it.
"You, you’re here." Yangyang stopped his actions, ran over, "Why is your face so red?"
The heir of Prince Le ignored him.
Yangyang circled around him and teased with a laugh, "Seeing I’m not dead pisses you off?"
"Wait and see, I won’t let this slide." He turned and left.
Yangyang stood akimbo, shouting after him, "Next time, use more upscale methods; what you did is just for women, really boring."
Watching the heir of Prince Le’s footsteps quicken, Yangyang grinned smugly.
"Damn that Ye Haoyang! He drives me mad!" Saying this, he kicked a nearby eunuch.
"Did spending half a year at the base teach you only how to get someone killed?" Prince Le came out from behind a nearby fake mountain, gazing at him disappointedly, "And even if you want to kill someone, shouldn’t you come up with a foolproof plan first?"
