[Hetu] [Heavenly Demon] [Episode 10] Chapter 1

Chapter One: The Sudden Change in the Capital The palace

was exquisitely luxurious, with flowing gauze curtains. The gleaming marble floor and pure gold furnishings undoubtedly

highlighted the extremely high status of the occupants. However, at this moment, what emanated from this solemn hall

were decadent and lewd sounds.

"Your Highness, come here, your servant is here. Find your servant and I'll let you kiss me..."

"Me too, me too, Your Highness, Sister She Yu and I are both here, waiting for you."

"Alright, little sluts, wait, I'll be right there. One by one, lie down properly, spread your legs and wait...

hahaha..." Besides the Emperor's residence, the Qianchen Palace, the Changxin Palace was the most prestigious within the imperial palace grounds. This was because the Crown Prince of the Great Hua Kingdom, the current Imperial Grandson,

resided here . 　　The old Emperor's health was failing, and he had appointed three princes to assist the Grandson in handling state affairs, which was also an opportunity . After all, the old emperor would entrust the great responsibility of the country to him after his death. The Great Hua Kingdom had never lacked princes and grandsons who coveted the throne. If he were too weak, a palace coup might occur before the old emperor even had a chance to be buried . 　　The heir of the Rong Prince was captured, and the Rong Prince Zhao Yuanqing personally led troops to rescue him. The Ding Prince Zhao Yuanming also submitted a memorial to the Crown Prince , stating that the border was unstable and he needed to personally inspect it. The round trip would take at least a month. Only the Zhen Prince Yang Shu remained as the regent in the court . 　　"How is it? Is the Crown Prince still nowhere to be seen?" 　　Yang Shu, dressed in a lion-patterned official robe, pursed his lips and stood on the white marble steps of Changxin Palace, speaking to the eunuch who was . His tone was somewhat displeased. The sunlight shone on his young face, making him appear even more solemn and serious. 　　The eunuch swayed a few times, his head bowed even lower, and he trembled slightly as he said, "Your Highness, His Highness the Crown Prince is unwell... so... so..." 　　Before he could finish speaking, as if to appease him, a series of increasingly loud moans echoed from inside the hall— the sounds of a woman's wanton cries. 　　"Your Highness, no, no! That won't do, it'll kill this servant..." 　　It was obvious what was happening inside. Yang Shu's face darkened further, his thick brows furrowed. He glanced at the tightly closed hall doors, then, without bothering the trembling eunuch, turned and strode away. 　　"Your Highness, I just don't understand. That brat was clearly full of energy inside, why didn't you let me go in and drag him out?" 　　The surrounding air distorted slightly, but that was all; the servant did not appear. 　　"Servant, this is the palace, don't act recklessly." Yang Shu did not stop walking, replying sternly, but his voice carried a hint of helplessness. Passing through the inner palace gates, just as he was about to leave the palace directly, he suddenly saw a man standing at the corner of the Imperial Household Department, holding a whisk in his hand and smiling at him. 　　"This old servant greets Prince Zhen." 　　"So it's Eunuch Jinliang. I wonder how His Majesty's health is?" 　　This man was none other than Jinliang, the old eunuch who had served the old emperor. He seemed amiable and harmless to everyone, but in reality, he was also a master of the Four Pills, having served the old emperor since childhood. In terms of loyalty, probably no one could compare to him. 　　"Replying to Your Highness, His Majesty has been much better these days, but he is preoccupied with matters of state, and has sent this old servant to pay his respects to Your Highness." 　　"Hmm," Yang Shu nodded in response, staring at Jinliang, and asked in a deep voice, "Then, does His Majesty already know about the kidnapping of the Prince Rong's heir?" 　　Jinliang's smile froze for a moment, but quickly returned to normal. His smile grew even more amiable as he said, "This old servant has come to see Your Highness precisely for this matter. I wonder what Your Highness's opinion is on this?" 　　Unlike Yang Cun, Yang Shu was not one to prioritize the reputation of the Yang family and act with integrity. However, having served as an official many years, he was well aware of the treacherous nature of officialdom. Moreover, he was inherently arrogant, and aside from being subservient to Yang Cun, he was always upright and unyielding towards others, even the old emperor . 　　Knowing that the old emperor might be using Jin Liang as a pretext to probe him for something, he did not answer directly, but only said, "What opinion can I possibly have? I will certainly obey the imperial decree and assist the Crown Prince in handling state affairs. However, I still feel that since the Prince of Rong's heir has encountered trouble, the court should send some people to rescue him. I was just about to inform the Crown Prince when His Highness fell ill." 　　The actual relationship between the three princes was not particularly harmonious. On the surface, they were always amicable, and privately Yang Shu had lent some troops to the Prince of Rong. However, the Prince of Rong had always had reservations about the Crown Prince's actions, and this time his complaints were even greater. He went there intending to remind Zhao Qinli to show concern, but... imagine , someone's son has been kidnapped, his fate unknown, and you're having sex with a bunch of women. Even if Prince Rong has the best temper, he wouldn't be happy. 　　Yang Shu's words also implied that the Crown Prince's actions lacked class. 　　Jinliang, having lived in the palace for so long, had seen it all. He was a shrewd man, how could he not understand the implication? But he couldn't express his opinion directly, only nodding and saying, "This old servant has remembered. Since the Crown Prince is unwell, this old servant will certainly report to His Majesty when the opportunity arises." 　　"Hmm," Yang Shu nodded, not saying much more, and got up to leave, saying, "Then I'll trouble you, Eunuch." This is the officialdom; every word must be carefully considered, otherwise, trouble may arise from careless words, perhaps leading to the confiscation of one 's family and the extermination of one's clan. 　　And this was not what Yang Shu sought; where could he find the carefree life of wandering the clouds and the wild crane? Unfortunately, his surname was Yang, which destined him life of such heaviness. 　　"Your Highness, you're overthinking it again." 　　It was that same brash voice. 　　"Earth Slave, let's go back to the manor." A helpless sigh, filled with unspeakable melancholy. 　　Jinliang's eyes flickered as he watched Yang Shu's retreating figure. His smile vanished, replaced by solemnity. As fourth-level Dan master, he knew there were unusual phenomena surrounding Yang Shu, and he knew what they were, but unfortunately, he still couldn't see them. Alas, his cultivation was still far inferior. Turning his gaze back to the path Yang Shu had come from, Jinliang finally gave a bitter smile, shaking his head and sighing. 　　Everyone knew how absurd the Crown Prince was, even the Emperor himself should be well aware, yet he couldn't cross that threshold in his heart . The Crown Prince had died young, leaving behind three sons and a daughter. The Crown Prince, being the eldest son, had been raised by the Emperor from a young age , naturally receiving more pampering than the others—but unexpectedly, he had turned out to be so wicked…

The scene of debauchery in Changxin Palace was so horrific that even the old emperor, who doted on Zhao Qinli, would

likely be suffocating with rage.

A group of young women, barely veiled in gauze, were being directed by a half-naked boy to press down on a

naked girl lying on the bed, spreading her slender legs wide open.

The girl's unexplored, immature genitals, where even pubic hair hadn't fully grown, were exposed to everyone's gaze.

The current Crown Prince of the Great Hua Kingdom, the future emperor Zhao Qinli, was straddling between those legs, holding a

candle, thinner at the tip and as thick as a woman's arm, waving it in front of the girl while leering.

"Hehe, beauty, a bet's a bet, right? You're the only one who lost out of so many people, so you'd better accept your punishment."

Fear flashed in the girl's eyes. She tried to struggle, but was held down by so many hands and

couldn't move at all. She could only cry out for help, "Your Highness, Your Highness, I'm scared, please let me go."

She was only a teenager, how could she not be afraid? But her life was as insignificant as an ant's, and she could only endure it, hoping that

the lewd man would have a shred of pity.

"Beauty, don't be afraid, I'll put it in gently, you won't be scared at all, really. At most, at most it'll feel

like an ant bite." Staring at the tiny opening that couldn't even fit a little finger, Zhao Qinli's eyes

gleamed with lust as he lied incoherently.

"Really?" A glimmer of hope appeared in the girl's watery eyes.

"Really," Zhao Qinli replied impatiently. Seeing a woman about to stuff a towel into the mouth of the woman being held captive,

he quickly waved his hand to stop her, saying, "Don't stuff it! If you do, how will the beauty breathe?"

Though he said this, he felt no pity whatsoever. Having grown up surrounded by beauties, he had long since mastered the methods of

punishing and raping women. He already enjoyed torturing women, and now he had become even more

extreme. He didn't gag the girl not to check her breathing, but simply to hear her delicate screams of agony,

which would excite him greatly.

All because of that unforgettable, stunning face—Gao Lianxin. "Yang family, once I become emperor,

the first thing I'll do is obediently send that woman to me. You little slut, see how I deal with you then."

Thinking this, the girl's face began to change in his eyes, gradually transforming into Gao Lianxin's

likeness.

"Beauty, I'm here." With a loud, lewd laugh, Zhao Qinli tried to insert the candle into the small vaginal opening.

It wouldn't go in at all. At first, the girl didn't react, but as Zhao Qinli's movements intensified, her

face suddenly turned deathly pale, and her voice trembled, breaking into a sob, "Your...Your Highness...

this servant ...it hurts so much..."

"Good girl, it won't hurt for long." A wolf-like glint flashed in his eyes as Zhao Qinli licked his dry lips,

panting heavily with excitement, his eyes fixed on the

vaginal opening, stretched taut to its limit by the candle's tip. With one hand

, he slowly pushed in with brute force. With a soft "hiss," the thin, tender flesh tore open,

revealing bright red flesh beneath the outer layer.

"Ugh..." The girl bit her lip, her body trembling, tears quickly sliding down her cheeks. But no one

noticed; everyone's gaze was fixed on the candle.

The candle was pushed in a little further, the torn wound widening, until finally a drop of crimson

blood seeped out, falling onto the snow-white sheets, blooming into a beautiful flower.

"No, too small." Zhao Qinli released his grip, somewhat dejected. His lecherous eyes swept over

the women, and he said, "Her vulva is too small. If this continues, she'll be dead before I even get in.

What's the fun then? Who among you has a bigger one? Take her up."

As if avoiding a plague, the women in light veils instantly retreated a few steps, knelt on the large bed, and

kowtowed saying, "Your Highness, we are all virgins, just like her." Because of this action,

the girl on the bed was released. However, because the candle was still half-inserted into her lower body, she dared not get up and

lay there motionless.

In the midst of this chaos, no one noticed that the entrance to Changxin Palace had silently opened a crack,

and a figure swiftly flashed in.

"What do you mean, just like her? You clearly don't want me to have any fun, do you?" Zhao Qinli immediately turned

hostile grabbed a woman's hair, and kicked her delicate, trembling breasts.

"Ah..." The woman cried out in pain, kicked away, crashing into the pure gold washstand with

a loud clatter before collapsing to the ground, rubbing her aching back, her eyes blurry with tears.

However, Zhao Qinli remained unmoved, turning his gaze to the remaining women. Each of them trembled,

their delicate shoulders shaking, no longer daring to utter a word.

"Your Highness, please calm down. Anger is bad for your health." A soft, boneless hand rested on Zhao Qinli's bare back.

Turning around, Zhao Qinli saw a bewitching face and a glass of wine.

"Your Highness, have a drink to calm your temper. No need to change people, I can make sure you have your fun."

Zhao Qinli frowned, took the wine cup, and asked suspiciously, "When did you arrive? I've never

seen you before."

Upon hearing this, the alluring woman immediately grabbed Zhao Qinli's arm and shook it in her arms, saying,

"Your Highness is so naughty, how could you forget me? I am Yun'er. If Your Highness doesn't remember me, I'll be

heartbroken ."

She rubbed against his two soft breasts, making Zhao Qinli's heart itch. He reached out and pinched them,

leering, "Alright, you slut, I'll pamper you properly later. Tell me what new

things ? But it's a deal, if it's not fun, you have to lie down for her."

As she spoke, her finger was still pointing at the girl who lay there, too afraid to move.

The woman who called herself Yun'er smiled mysteriously, a strange glint in her eyes as she looked at the lying girl.

She stroked the wine cup and poured it into Zhao Qinli's mouth, giggling, "Your Highness, please rest assured." As the wine entered Zhao

Qinli's mouth, her smile became even more alluring. She knelt down and whispered something in his ear, making Zhao Qinli

's eyes shine like searchlights in the dark.

"Hahahaha, this is a good idea! A beauty like you has a good plan!" He slapped Yun'er's shapely buttocks forcefully

, then got up to get out of bed.

"Where is Your Highness going?"

Yun'er grabbed Zhao Qinli's pantyhose leg and asked softly. She was lying face down, her upper body low, so most of

her chest was visible to Zhao Qinli.

Unable to restrain himself, Zhao Qinli pulled her into his arms, holding her close to his chest. He ripped off her clothes and

fiercely bit her breasts, leaving several bright red marks. He licked his lips, still wanting more, and said, "I'm going to get

that good stuff you mentioned. Mmm, your breasts smell so good, they have a certain aroma. I'm going to taste them properly afterward."

"If Your Highness wants to taste them, then taste them to your heart's content now. I've already prepared what you desire,"

Yun'er said with a seductive smile, revealing a delicate jade bottle. She leaned close to Zhao Qinli and said, "Your Highness, this

stuff is very potent; perhaps it's the effect you're looking for."

"Good, my beauty, you're so thoughtful." With that, Zhao Qinli buried his face in her chest and began biting and

nibbling until Yun'er's chest was covered in blood. He then took the bottle from her and tossed it to several kneeling women, ordering

, "Give her this down her throat."

"Not too much, just two pills," Yun'er said, looking up from her neck.

"How many pills are in there?" Zhao Qinli asked Yun'er with a beastly grin.

"Five."

"Then feed them all to me." Zhao Qinli laughed loudly. Looking at the girl who was being held down by the crowd again,

a rare hint of sympathy appeared in Yun'er's eyes, but when she saw the faint mist in Zhao Qinli's eyes as he laughed wildly,

she smiled too.

The mysteriously appearing Yun'er brought Zhao Qinli an extremely potent aphrodisiac. One pill would make even a chaste and virtuous

woman moan and groan, let alone five pills given to an inexperienced virgin. Her fate

was predictable.

However, in Zhao Qinli's hands, there was basically only one outcome: dying in unfulfilled desire might not be

such a bad thing.

The drug took effect quickly. In just a few breaths, the girl's face began to flush, her eyes became hazy, she hummed

softly, and her waist began to twist restlessly under the hands that held her down.

"It's done." Zhao Qinli's eyes lit up, and with a "whoosh," he pulled the candle from the girl's lower body.

Immediately, began to gush with lustful fluid.

"Ugh...no...Your Highness, I feel so uncomfortable...there are ants..."

Under the strong effects of the drug, the girl's consciousness was completely confused. She didn't know what she was saying,

and she twisted her neck, the only part of her body she could still move, as if searching for something.

"Hehe, this is really fun." Zhao Qinli lewdly pushed the crowd aside, stuffed the candle into the girl's hand, and leaned over

her body, coaxing her, "Come on, put it in, use this to insert into your little hole down there. Once

it's in it won't hurt anymore."

As he spoke, he held her hand and slowly placed the tip of the candle at her opening, which was constantly opening and closing and gushing with lustful fluid.

He also teased her clitoris a couple of times, which immediately caused the girl to moan even more unbearably.

Under the influence of the powerful aphrodisiac, the girl couldn't care about anything else and could only follow her subconscious desires and

insert the candle into her body. The tear that had just closed was stretched open again, growing larger and larger, and she seemed oblivious to

the pain , continuing to push the candle deeper and deeper.

The originally small opening was stretched to an unbelievable size, and several small tears appeared around the vaginal opening,

with blood still seeping out, though not much.

Perhaps the pain was truly intense, for the girl stopped moving, her brows furrowed tightly, her slender waist twisting,

enduring both the overwhelming lust and the tearing pain.

This scene brought Zhao Qinli's inherent cruelty to its limit. Regardless of whether the girl could truly

bear it, he grasped the candle and pushed it further in, feeling a not-so-strong resistance. This was

the woman's hymen, still intact. A mixture

of confusion and pleasure, but even more so, an unsatisfied discontent and unbearable emptiness. The girl's face was

somewhat pale. An unnatural blush bloomed on her cheeks, large beads of sweat constantly seeped out, and she arched

her back, moaning incessantly.

Blood seeped continuously from beneath her, staining the ornate silk sheets, blooming into vivid, tragic patterns

. The other women who had been watching her were now terrified, their faces pale, trembling as they retreated,

huddling together.

"Ah...ah...it hurts...it hurts so much...give it to me..."

She didn't know what she wanted; as soon as the candle stopped burning, the girl was consumed by lust, tormented by the aphrodisiac

, completely obscuring the pain of her torn lower body. She simply arched her back, trying to push the candle

in a little further. That unbearable, wanton stimulation unleashed Zhao Qinli's bestial desires.

"Good girl, don't rush, I'll let you enjoy it." A cruel, bloodthirsty smile appeared on Zhao Qinli's face

as he increased the pressure, penetrating most of the way in. Some bright red blood began to slowly trickle down the candle.

"Ah...it hurts so much..." A scream echoed throughout the hall, turning the women's faces ashen; some

even began to cry. Seeing the girl about to faint, Yun'er swiftly pulled

the hairpin from her hair and plunged it into the girl's philtrum. Her speed and ruthlessness made one wonder if she knew any martial arts.

Despite the excruciating pain, the girl endured it. Moreover, with the insidious aphrodisiac controlling her body, her desires were still satisfied even under

such inhuman torture. After the pain subsided, with Zhao Qinli's movements controlling the candle

, the emptiness that had driven her mad was gone, replaced by a sense of enjoyment. Painful yet ecstatic moans escaped

her lips : "Ugh...ah...oh...it hurts, it hurts so much..."

But the price she paid was...

ignoring the girl's screams, Zhao Qinli became as excited as if injected with adrenaline, repeatedly pumping the candle

before suddenly pulling it out. A gushing stream of blood followed... The vaginal opening, stretched open by the excessively large candle, couldn't

retract. A large amount of vaginal fluid mixed with diluted blood

flowed continuously from the mysterious, dark opening, a horrifying sight for onlookers...

As soon as the candle left the girl's vagina, she disregarded the pain from her wounds, instinctively shrinking

her body and whimpering in discomfort. Weak and exhausted, she couldn't make a loud sound, only whispering:

"It hurts so much...Your Highness, give it to me...I feel so...uncomfortable..."

"Ha, I didn't realize you were such a little slut." Zhao Qinli sneered contemptuously, holding a

blood-stained candle in her hand.

"Your Highness...Your Highness...Waaah..." The girl could only sob and cry, not daring

to , her delicate waist arched straight, her face flushed red, looking utterly wanton.

"Alright, be good, coming right now..." Reaching out to hold down her constantly twisting waist, Zhao Qinli tried to

insert the candle again. Unfortunately, he couldn't use much strength with one hand, so he glared fiercely at the women around him

and shouted , "Are you all dead? Can't you come and help?"

Hearing this, the women had no choice but to come over tremblingly, though they couldn't bear it, they still had to step forward and hold

the girl .

Zhao Qinli's hands had a gap, and he aimed at the girl's pitiful vaginal opening, and once again forcefully inserted the white

candle . With the previous experience, this time the insertion wasn't difficult, so he directly inserted

it all the way in, leaving only a small part in his hand.

"Ugh...ah..." At first, it was a comfortable, satisfied moan, but the last

scream was enough to make one's hair stand on end, and then the girl's body convulsed a few times.

No one would believe the girl had reached orgasm; judging by the length of the candle pierced, it had probably already reached her

uterus.

Sure enough, Zhao Qinli didn't stop, continuing his vigorous thrusting. With each

stroke , more blood gushed out, staining the sheets and his hands.

The girl uttered a muffled syllable, whether a cry of pain or a groan, it was impossible to tell, but her

pupils clearly began to dilate… Her body moved with Zhao Qinli's movements, no longer resembling a human,

but merely a broken doll.

"What a disappointment, not even a sound, what's the fun in that?" After one last, forceful thrust, pushing the candle completely

in, Zhao Qinli released his grip, casually wiping his blood-stained hands with the blanket, and ordered the palace servants,

"Carry her out, and remember to dispose of her properly."

The girl let out a final, piercing scream from deep within her throat, her eyes losing all light, only

the faint throbbing of the carotid artery in her neck indicating she still had a breath left.

But what difference did it make whether she was alive or dead? Her lower body was a gruesome sight,

enough to haunt any who saw it.

A woman got out of bed and opened the palace door. A group of eunuchs filed in, ignoring her,

and swiftly rolled up the half-dead girl along with the soiled sheets, carrying her away. Another group of eunuchs quickly replaced the bedding with fresh ones.

The life of a beautiful young girl vanished in this deep palace, without even a sigh.

This tomb built of power and corpses, so many young girls wanted to enter, but

who could have imagined the outcome?

"Beauty, it's your turn next. You'd better call out to me properly, or I'll make

you call out like I did before."

Before the eunuchs had even completely left the hall, Zhao Qinli pounced on the mysteriously appearing Yun'er like a hungry wolf,

tearing off her remaining clothes, stripping her bare like a fish.

"Your Highness, please don't frighten me, I'll be scared... um... um..." Yun'er seductively

hooked her arms around Zhao Qinli's neck, her moans exaggerated as he bit her

. A resolute glint flashed in her eyes, which were about to close.

Zhao Qinli, immersed in pleasure, noticed nothing. He hastily ripped open his underpants, pulled out

his pitifully thin penis, and thrust it into Yun'er's vulva.

"Haa..." Yun'er's cry, her neck arched back, was incredibly seductive and intoxicating. At that

moment , something in Zhao Qinli's bloodshot eyes began to break.

In truth, Zhao Qinli's pitiful penis couldn't provide much of a shock to a woman. Aside from the pain and screams of a virgin breaking

her hymen , it offered little pleasure. But driven by

male vanity, Zhao Qinli enjoyed hearing women's cries, especially screams of pain.

That's why he used this indirect method to torment women.

Although Yun'er's cries were feigned, they were quite convincing.

Clenching his teeth, his eyes red, he thrust a few times with all his might, and Zhao Qinli, already physically weak, couldn't hold on any longer.

He roared and ejaculated, then collapsed limply to the ground.

The palace doors opened, and a woman in colorful clothes, barefoot, slowly walked in. A group of women quickly got off their beds

and knelt in obeisance. Yun'er, who had just made love with Zhao Qinli, seized the opportunity to grab a garment and wrap herself in it, blending in.

Zhao Qinli had many women, but few had official titles. The one who entered was his favored concubine, Hua

Ji, whom he had painstakingly coaxed into becoming a concubine. "Greetings, Madam Hua."

Rank matters, even in the harem. Having a title, even as a concubine,

made one feel superior. Hua Ji, with her nostrils flared, gave a dismissive "Hmm" and waved her hand, saying, "You may all leave

."

"Yes." The group, as if granted a pardon, rushed out of the hall, with Yun'er being the most eager, her eyes gleaming with

hope, wishing she could rush out in one step.

Hua Ji glanced arrogantly around, having just sat down to serve Zhao Qinli, who appeared to be sleeping face down,

but as soon as she turned him over, she cried out in alarm, "Your Highness, what's wrong?"

At this moment, Jin Liang had just arrived at the gate of Changxin Palace, and the women who had been serving inside had also just reached

the entrance .

One step could be the difference between life and death. Yun'er disregarded everything else and rushed out.

Hearing the unusual cry from inside the hall, Jin Liang knew something was wrong, and seeing a beautiful figure rush out of

the hall , he rushed over without thinking.

Her body was gripped by a powerful force. Yun'er gave a miserable smile, knowing she couldn't escape. She struck

her own , and blood splattered instantly.

Confirming the person was dead, Jinliang rushed into the palace, yanking aside the speechless, horrified Hua

Ji sitting by the bed. Looking at Zhao Qinli's face, his heart sank. He tremblingly reached out to check, but there

was no breath left in Zhao Qinli's nostrils.

Before he even returned to his residence, Yang Shu, who was halfway there, was summoned back. The old emperor was ill, and coincidentally,

Prince Rong and Prince Ding were absent. At this time, Prince Zhen, Yang Shu, became the central figure in handling the matter.

"Your Highness..." Jinliang, aged and frail, hesitated, his eyes filled with heartache, making him appear

much older.

"Let's wait for the imperial physicians' results." Yang Shu stood with his hands behind his back, his thick brows furrowed, his face grave

.

After a while, the inner room door opened, and a line of imperial physicians filed out, their faces ashen.

Judging from their expressions alone, there was no need to ask anything. Yang Shu suddenly sat down on the carved gold chair,

closed his eyes briefly, then sighed slowly and asked, "How is it?"

The imperial physicians exchanged glances before the oldest-looking one stepped forward and said, "Your Highness,

according to our observations, His Highness the Crown Prince's blood vessels ruptured due to excessive excitement during pleasure, which is why…

why…"

"Blood vessels ruptured?" Yang Shu emphasized solemnly, his gaze sweeping over the physicians, coldly saying, "Just

that simple?"

Blood vessels ruptured? Just having a woman caused his blood vessels to rupture? That easily?

"Your Highness... Your Highness, it wouldn't matter if it were an ordinary person, but His Highness's health was already weak, and coupled with

excessive indulgence in wine and women... that's why... that's why..."

The imperial physician trailed off, only large beads of sweat rolling down his face.

"Enough, you may all leave." Now that the person was dead, pursuing these imperial physicians further

would be futile .

"However, before His Highness's obituary is officially issued, if this matter is leaked even slightly, you'd better count

how many heads you have."

"Yes." The imperial physicians were naturally terrified.

After the imperial physicians left, Yang Shu and Jinliang entered the inner room and looked at Zhao Qinli's body, which was gradually stiffening

. Yang Shu noticed something unusual and turned to look at Jinliang, noticing that his expression was also off. "Is what Eunuch Jinliang thinks

the same as mine?"

"Your Highness, this matter is indeed... This old servant intercepted a suspicious woman at the gate of Changxin Palace, but unfortunately,

it was too late to stop her suicide." Wiping away tears with his sleeve, Jinliang was filled with remorse.

"This matter must probably be reported to the Emperor."

The death of the Crown Prince is no small matter; it's expected to cause turmoil in the court. It seems

the old Emperor will need to personally oversee this.

"Your Highness, let this old servant handle this. You may need to take on more responsibility in the following matters.

Please return to your residence and settle in, and then…"

"I understand." Yang Shu nodded solemnly and left. Jinliang glanced at Zhao Qinli's eerily calm

face, sighed heavily, and also left.

Abandoning his sedan chair, he mounted his horse and hurried back to the Prince Zhen's residence. Before he could even arrange anything else, Yang Shu's first action

was to summon his trusted retainer, write a letter, and, daring not to say much in it, only verbally convey the important matters before

sending the messenger away.

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