Chapter 1429: The Beauty's Undercover General's 20th Trick

After Muyue left, everyone in the Shenwei Camp could clearly feel that the general had reverted to his former aloof demeanor, nothing could stir a ripple, and he was even colder than before.

"What day is it…… Even though it's only just past July, I constantly feel chilled all over."

The guard outside the main tent whispered, "That's right—just a glance from the general can freeze a person to death!"

"Hiss… Let me think, it's only been seven days… Oh… I actually find myself hoping Young Master Muyue returns soon."

The undercover agent who had nearly ruined things is now dead; although Muyue's identity is awkward, he can indeed genuinely pacify the senior general—who wouldn't want a emotionally stable commander in a marching army?

The soldiers were chatting when the outermost one suddenly got kicked by Shiyou, "The general is still inside the tent—what are you idly chatting about, aren't you afraid he'll hear?"

"Oh, Master Shi, you don't know—the general left early this morning." The soldier who had been kicked hurriedly explained.

"It's said that since the prince vomited blood and woke up last time, his health has deteriorated, and he feels it's because the general angered him, so he wants to sue the general."

"Huh?" Shiyou frowned tightly, "Is he sick?"

In the frontier, unlike the capital, they're all rough, unmannered fellows—who has time to worry about propriety?

"That's right, so the general specially went into the city today to check on the prince's condition."

"Alright, Young Master, I'll go take a look too—you guys go rest."

Shiyou tucked the letter from the spy hidden in the Xiwu Imperial Palace into his pocket, grabbed a horse, and charged off.

At that moment, in the city.

"This… Report to the general, report to the prince, the diagnosis is indeed correct—it's just a wind-cold cold acting up, but…"

"But the prince has recently been a little excessive, which has drained his constitution."

In Chi Han Hua's collapsed room, a crowd of old doctors knelt on the ground, each with worried brows, stroking their beards.

Jin Chen sat upright beside the bed, having them each take a pulse and report.

If they still wanted to pin the blame on him, let the doctors examine what's really going on—after all, ordinary people can't detect Muyue's poison.

In the end, every doctor said it was due to excessive indulgence.

Jin Chen sneered, "Prince, did you hear that clearly? The beauty of Fall Snow Pavilion isn't someone I arranged for you."

Chi Han Hua: "……"

Regardless of whether he heard clearly, today's affair simply made him lose all face, inside and out! How dare Jin Chen do that!

"Get out, all of you get out for this prince!"

Chi Han Hua smashed the jade cup beside him, coughing uncontrollably from anger, his face ashen and sunken, looking exactly like someone on the brink of fatal illness.

Yet Jin Chen insisted on adding another stab.

"Prince, don't let anger give you a heart attack—if you suddenly drop dead, I, as the subordinate, would have trouble reporting to the emperor."

"You… cough cough cough… cough cough!"

Chi Han Hua turned his head and spat out a mouthful of blood; the filthy blood flowed into the pillow, sticky and disgusting, yet the room now held only him and Jin Chen.

Jin Chen clicked his tongue in disgust and stepped back.

Chi Han Hua: "……Qing Le, let him come in!"

"The person beside the prince?"

Jin Chen raised an eyebrow, intrigued: "Prince, don't you remember? That person you said disturbed your refined interests was already driven away—now he's probably become the beauty of Fall Snow Pavilion."

Today was the first time in a while that Chi Han Hua was lucid, and he suddenly recalled this, feeling a pang of sorrow.

"Jin Chen! You did this on purpose! It's definitely you!"

Chi Han Hua glared with resentment, "Just because I once let Muyue get hurt? You are a general of our dynasty!"

"It's fine—you'll soon no longer be the prince of our dynasty."

Jin Chen curled his lip, his voice suddenly turning cold, "The prince was already killed by an assassin from Xiwu; before long, I, as the subordinate, will arrange the best escort bureau to send his corpse back to the capital."

"Everything is ready now; all that's lacking is the prince's death."

Chi Han Hua: "……"

"Don't I get to ask for the prince's opinion!"

"You… you don't come over!"

Chi Han Hua wanted to dodge, but Muyue's poison wasn't something he could merely resist—he couldn't even move his legs, so he could only stare with his eyeballs, watching helplessly as Jin Chen drew nearer.

"Ahhhh!"

Moments later, Jin Chen walked out of the room, casually wiping the fresh blood with a handkerchief, his brows and eyes icy and indifferent.

"The prince died horribly—remember to handle the corpse properly."

"Yes, I understand." The coroner and the head of the escort bureau exchanged a glance and nodded repeatedly.

Jin Chen glanced at the corner of cloth behind the pillar and said coldly, "Come out."

Qing Le shrank back in fear, clutching a handkerchief as he stepped out, "General……"

"Are you here to see off the prince?" Jin Chen asked while wondering whether he should kill him too.

"No…… not."

Qing Le hurriedly protested his loyalty, "The prince despises me; I'm not here to see him—I… I have something important to tell the general."

Remembering this person's eavesdropping trait from the original plot, Jin Chen clasped his hands behind his back, turned, and brought him into a clean side room.

"Speak."

Qing Le instinctively knelt, biting his lip, "Since becoming a performer at Fall Snow Pavilion, I've repeatedly noticed that the pavilion owner meets with A Yan alone every two days."

"Last night I unintentionally overheard their plotting, and thus learned that A Yan is actually Muyue's man, and Muyue…… he is the young prince of the Xiwu State!"

Jin Chen: "……"

"Can't you say something I don't know?"

"Continue." Jin Chen barely kept his patience.

Qing Le: "The pavilion owner is also Muyue's man."

He recalled that these few days Muyue had not been by Jin Chen's side, gathered his courage, crawled on the ground, "General, please save me."

"I have some misunderstanding with Muyue; he is fickle and vicious, and if he knew I was in the Falling Snow Pavilion, he would surely deal a deadly blow to me."

Jin Chen: "……"

If you scold me again, I will deal a deadly blow to you right now.