Time Travel: Pampered by the Aloof Prince-Chapter 439: Would Your Highness Dare to Bring Someone into the Palace?

Chapter 439: Chapter 439: Would Your Highness Dare to Bring Someone into the Palace?

On the other side, Li Mingjue and Shen Xiheng had already secretly returned to Qingzhou.

Seeing his master, Prince Anran, standing before him unharmed, Shiqi’s hanging heart finally settled down.

In the study, Shen Xiheng flipped through the letters Shiqi had gathered from Li Ming’an and the Second Prince.

Knowing that Li Ming’an had already conspired to rebel, he was much more cautious reading these letters.

Perhaps, there were still key pieces of information hidden within these letters that he had not discovered yet.

But after carefully reading through the letters, he still found nothing out of the ordinary.

"It seems that these letters are just to deceive us, with no information about the rebellion," Shen Xiheng said in a flat tone as he put down the letter in his hand.

Li Mingjue picked up a letter, glanced at it, and chuckled, "Although Li Ming’an is not a cautious man, rebelling is a matter of great significance; he isn’t stupid enough to leave such things on his desk for others to find."

"Secret letters are generally meant to be destroyed after being read; who would keep such treasonous material?" Shen Xiheng also came to realize and silently shook his head.

It seemed he had underestimated Li Ming’an.

Li Mingjue turned to Shiqi and asked, "Whom has Li Ming’an met with this past month?"

After thinking for a moment, Shiqi replied, "I have been closely monitoring him, and he has mostly stayed at the mansion this month, seldom going out. Apart from Commander Zhou and General Cailin, there hasn’t been anyone else visiting his mansion."

After listening, Shen Xiheng turned to Li Mingjue and asked, "You wouldn’t suspect Commander Zhou and General Cailin, would you?"

Li Mingjue raised an eyebrow, "When did I ever say such a thing?"

Shen Xiheng coughed, "It seems I have overthought."

Zhou Hong and Cailin were the Emperor’s men, and being military commanders with proud dispositions, they were unlikely to think highly of a foolish prince like Li Ming’an.

Moreover, these two had no reason to help Li Ming’an rebel.

Aside from Li Ming’an himself, those in the capital from Prince An’s Party, and the Second Prince, there were hardly a few who would believe Li Ming’an could successfully stage a rebellion.

With this consideration, his worries lessened a bit.

When he received the news yesterday, he had quite a shock, not expecting Li Ming’an had all along been plotting to rebel.

But for an out-of-favor prince to seek control of the entire realm was as difficult as ascending to heaven, not something that could be resolved with mere silver.

"Now that Li Ming’an has gone to Tulan, to find any news, it seems we must start with the Second Prince," Shen Xiheng pondered for a moment then said to Li Mingjue.

Li Mingjue nodded slightly, "The Second Prince has long been coveting the throne of Tulan. If he plans to cooperate with Li Ming’an within and without, now would be the best time. As long as there’s chaos under the heavens, he can seize the opportunity to claim power."

Shen Xiheng’s expression became more solemn, "We must take preemptive action against these two before they can cause great disaster."

In the Imperial Palace, dark clouds clustered densely at this moment.

Jiutu stood atop the Zhaixing Pavilion, glancing sidelong at the person beside him, frowning, "Why did you inform the Princess of this matter?"

Ning Yue spoke indifferently, "What’s the harm in telling her? Besides, I couldn’t have kept it from her."

In the illusion, she had fought against Qi Yu many times, and she rarely had the upper hand.

In the end, she had to forcefully break the Formation and send them out.

Otherwise, her secrets would have certainly been discovered by Qi Yu.

Although Jiutu did not agree with this idea, what had happened, had happened; speaking more on it was meaningless.

The two stood in the wind, looking towards the Imperial City enveloped by dark clouds.

Before long, a torrential downpour began, drenching the city folk with a relentless assault of rain, everyone hurried to seek shelter, resulting in chaos in an instant.

The commotion of voices was drowned out by the storm, Ning Yue watched the scene with interest, a curve of mockery lifted at the corner of her mouth as she said coldly, "Enjoy it, for this is a gift I’ve carefully prepared for all of you."

Having said that, she asked Jiutu, "How is the old Emperor doing now?"

Jiutu replied, "The Imperial Physician paid a visit yesterday and said he’s almost gone."

Surprised, Ning Yue asked, "He’s declining that quickly?"

Jiutu nodded, "The old Emperor has always been indulgent in sensual pleasures, leading a life of extreme debauchery, and his body had long been worn out. In the past half a month, he has been tormented by the Xueyue phenomenon, unable to sleep peacefully. Now, he’s merely clinging to his last breath."

Ning Yue let out a light laugh, her voice indifferent, "For now, sustain that old life of his with some ginseng. In two days, he’s bound to die, whether he wills it or not."

Jiutu responded, "Understood."

An hour later, the rain ceased.

The two descended from the Zhaixing Pavilion, one towards the Holy Maiden Temple, and the other in the direction of the Yangxin Hall.

When Jiutu arrived at the Yangxin Hall, he saw several Princes already present, which was no surprise to him.

Now, it was clear to any discerning eye that the Emperor wouldn’t live much longer, and with no Crown Prince yet established, it was uncertain who would finally ascend the throne.

"The State Preceptor has arrived," greeted the Emperor, his expression softening slightly upon seeing him, "Have you found the person?"

Jiutu bowed and followed his words, "Your Majesty, we have found her."

Hearing this, a glimmer of life sparked across the Emperor’s otherwise listless face, his gaze fixed intently on him, "Where is she?"

Jiutu answered honestly, "She is within the hostel."

Upon his words, the faces of the three Princes changed.

Those residing in the hostel were people from Dazhao, so what exactly did Jiutu’s words imply?

The Emperor, consumed with thoughts of his life-saving straw, ignored such matters, urgently inquiring, "Why not bring her into the Palace?"

Jiutu said indifferently, "Your Majesty, the person in question is of high status. I do not dare to bring her into the Palace rashly."

The Emperor suddenly flew into a rage, rebuking him, "I don’t care who she is, bring her to me at once!"

As he spoke, he broke into a violent cough.

The watching Imperial Physician, heart pounding with fear, wanted to say something but found no place for his words here, could only bow his head and stand to one side.

The second Prince spoke up sarcastically from the side, "State Preceptor, if you have something to say, just say it. Right now, our Father Emperor’s life depends on this person. No matter who, she must be brought into the Palace."

Jiutu glanced at him, his voice remaining calm, "In my opinion, since this person is of such high status, it would be better for Your Highness to personally invite her."

The second Prince, not expecting such a reply, paused momentarily, his voice carrying a tinge of defiance as he said, "Within this Imperial City, who could possibly be more venerable than my royal father? Since the State Preceptor dares not, then I, the Prince, will personally bring her here."

Just what Jiutu had been waiting for; seeing the second Prince willingly leap into the trap, he slightly curved his lips and with a look of disdain in his eyes, he slowly began, "This person is none other than Princess Qi."

"What?" The second Prince was taken aback, "Didn’t Princess Qi disappear?"

Jiutu did not respond to that question, instead looking straight at him, articulating deliberately, "Your Highness, do you dare bring her into the Palace?"

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