Chapter 127: Want to Kill

Although you've married the Regent Prince, my heart still holds only you.

Imperial Uncle has had no news for so many years; he must be dead.

Why not follow me? It's definitely better than staying in the Regent Prince's Manor.

As he spoke, he had already walked step by step, reaching out to pull Jiang Yunchu's hand—

Jiang Yunchu twisted his arm, making him spin halfway around, and the broken blade she held was placed directly on the Second Prince's neck.

"Now..."

"Can you speak now?"

That voice was no longer icy; her crimson lips paused word by word, carrying a hint of ambiguity.

The heat of her breath sprayed onto the Second Prince's neck, and his body reacted instantly.

"Yun chu, I didn't know you liked to play like this."

"I, the prince, will obey you!"

His voice carried a sickening indulgence, making one feel like vomiting.

Jiang Yunchu wished she could kill him outright, but she needed to know who was behind it, so she had to keep this brainless man talking.

Yeah, he has no brain.

I am his aunt, after all; even if the Regent Prince is missing, he is still his imperial uncle.

To attack her so openly, without even trying to hide it along the way—his intellect truly is worrisome.

Why not just be a carefree prince properly?

Or must he seek death?

"Well..."

Jiang Yunchu smiled, her voice alluring, but the broken blade left the Second Prince's neck and stabbed hard into his right rear shoulder.

"Ah!" the Second Prince cried out in pain.

He wanted to jump up, to flee.

But his arm was still held in Jiang Yunchu's hand.

"Second Prince, do you still like it this way?" she laughed softly, her laughter growing louder, filling the whole courtyard.

To set up Jiang Yunchu, this villa originally had few people, leaving only a few maidservants for his pleasure.

Unexpectedly, the intense pain stimulated his nerves.

"Jiang Yunchu, I, the prince, am wounded; my father will certainly not let you go!"

Hearing the Second Prince's words, Jiang Yunchu let out a soft cold laugh: "Second Prince, you're really... childishly cute."

"Why is the Second Prince injured?"

"Why am I here?"

"Why did I let the Second Prince get hurt?"

"Who does the eunuch who forged the imperial edict belong to?"

"Those present at the time were not just me alone."

Her voice lost its earlier allure, her smile fading slightly: "Can the Second Prince answer that?"

"Forging an imperial edict—what punishment does it deserve?"

"I don't know; the emperor's crimes are punished like a commoner's—I don't know if His Majesty will be exterminated to the ninth degree."

That calm voice, one sentence, one question, made the Second Prince break out in cold sweat all over.

The intense pain sobered his drink a bit, and only then did he realize his panic.

How could this happen?

"It's not me! It's not me! The one who forged the edict isn't me!" the Second Prince struggled, trying to turn around.

But...

Jiang Yunchu directly pulled out the short blade.

"What does that person want?" Jiang Yunchu's voice was low, as if it could drip water.

Her lake-blue robe, under the light, carried a hint of bright white.

"I don't know, I really don't know."

The Second Prince's head was drenched in sweat, his mind a muddled mess, not knowing where the problem lay.

Jiang Yunchu gave a cold snort: "You don't know?"

"You don't know, yet you dare to move against the Princess Consort whom His Majesty granted marriage by edict?"

"Who gave you the gall?"

The broken blade stabbed again, not shifting to the other shoulder, but not the same wound either.

"Ah!" the Second Prince shouted in intense pain, his veins bulging.

These years, he has frequented the flowery quarters, loving beautiful women.

But he had never seen a beauty like Jiang Yunchu.

She is truly, excessively beautiful—just one glance can ensnare the soul, making his heart itch.

"I truly don't know; I was drinking at the Drunken Spring Pavilion, and the courtesan there said that." the Second Prince shouted.

"Courtesan?"

"How would she know?" Jiang Yunchu narrowed her eyes.

"I, the prince, just said I'd sleep with the most beautiful woman in the capital; if I did…… even as a ghost I'd be satisfied……" the Second Prince's voice grew fainter, sobering up, he himself lacking confidence.

"What's the courtesan's name?" Jiang Yunchu spoke quickly.

"It's called..."

The second prince thought for a moment, sweat on his forehead falling drop by drop, and onto the blood‑stained short blade pressed against his neck.

"Call Yin Ling!"

He shouted loudly, then drew a deep breath; in that instant he felt he was going to die.

The icy cold blade was placed on his neck, that chilling breath making all his body hair stand on end.

Yin Ling?

"Her wrists and ankles are both wearing silver bells?"

Jiang Yunchu released the second prince, letting him meet their gaze.

The second prince's eyes flickered with surprise, "How do you know?"

"If anything happens to Ning Hanmo and Ning Yue Xue, I'll take your life!" Jiang Yunchu shouted angrily.

Drunken Spring Pavilion, Yin Ling!

Since they lured me away, what is their purpose!

Those children!

"Zi Su, go to Kang Fu and have my maternal grandfather deliver a notice to the Palace, explaining everything here in detail."

"Bai Zhi, go to the Capital Prefecture to file a report, then investigate Drunken Spring Pavilion."

"Princess Consort, you cannot have just anyone around you." Zi Su felt a bit anxious.

Jiang Yunchu turned back expressionlessly, looked at Zi Su, and said, "This is an order."

"Yes!"

Zi Su and Bai Zhi hurriedly ran out.

Jiang Yunchu grabbed the second prince's collar, "Where are the stables?"

"Over... over there..."

"Take me there."

Along the way, Jiang Yunchu dragged the second prince; frightened, he left a long trail of blood from the wound on his back on the ground.

Walking all the way, bleeding all the way.

This has already caused him to develop a shadow toward women.

This is it.

The second prince pointed ahead, closed his eyes, and fainted outright.

Jiang Yunchu selected a swift horse, mounted it, and rode off, leaving dust behind.

Afterward, she directly rode out from the second prince's villa.

The sound of horse hooves attracted many servants; seeing Jiang Yunchu full of killing intent, none dared to speak.

Moreover, no one dared to stop her.

Jiang Yunchu took the less‑traveled route and quickly returned to Wang Fu, asking, "Young Master and Miss, have you returned?"

The steward shook his head. "No."

Seeing her expression, he realized something was wrong.

A 'hiss' whistle sounded from her lips.

In the rear courtyard of Wang Fu, the blazing flame, which had been dozing with eyes closed, leapt high, jumped over the fence, and then ran off quickly.

Their shared goal was the gate of Wang Fu.

"'Blazing Flame, keep up!' Jiang Yunchu shouted angrily."

Afterward, her figure shifted swiftly, and that horse was abandoned in panic where it stood.

All races have hierarchies; Blazing Flame is the king of horses, and in its presence no horse dares to make a sound.