The Reborn Princess Has Turned Evil

Chapter 262 Severely Injured

Three or four days later, Murong Ruoyan had been buried, and the people monitoring Murong Peifeng finally saw him come out of the Pingchang Marquis's residence.

His men followed cautiously, keeping a safe distance behind him, until they reached a small house on the outskirts of Beijing.

The snowstorms are always heavier in the mountain suburbs. The north wind blows so hard that the grass and trees wither, and all that can be heard is a mournful sound.

Murong Peifeng knocked on the door a few times, but there was no response. He was puzzled, so he pushed the door open, and it creaked open.

"Rou'er?"

Murong Peifeng called out tentatively, his heart filled with doubt. Yesterday, he received a secret letter from Jing Rou inviting him to a gathering. Although he was annoyed that she had been close to Qi Zhi on their wedding day, he still came.

"Rou'er, it's me. Where are you?" Murong Peifeng asked again.

The house was completely empty, without a trace of anyone. Murong Peifeng immediately realized what was happening and turned to leave, but it was too late. Several men in black leaped down from the roof, blocking his path. Murong Peifeng's eyes turned cold, and he drew his sword, engaging the men in combat.

He was all alone, and his left hand was crippled. Even though he had once been exceptionally skilled, these assassins were clearly well-trained experts. They worked together seamlessly, gradually forcing Murong Peifeng to retreat step by step.

Just as Murong Peifeng was struggling to cope, an assassin took advantage of his momentary lapse in attention and thrust a sword into his chest. Murong Peifeng was unable to dodge in time and was pierced through the body by the sword.

He clutched his wound and collapsed to the ground. Blood seeped from between his fingers, staining the ground red. His vision blurred, and Murong Peifeng's consciousness grew weaker and weaker...

……

Nighttime, Yongfu Palace.

Just as Jing Anle was about to go to bed, Mu Ping told him about it.

"Is he still alive?" Jing Anle asked.

"Princess, don't worry, she's alright. However, the sword wound is poisoned and went deep, so it might take a month or two to heal."

Jing Anle smiled. What was this little pain? It was just an appetizer.

"Were your men injured at the time?"

Mu Ping shook her head. "No, they hid in the shadows and used hidden weapons to ambush Murong Peifeng, which is how they rescued him."

"That's good."

"But..." Mu Ping looked puzzled.

"But it doesn't matter."

"Now that Murong Peifeng is still alive, won't Prince Qing continue his pursuit?"

Jing Anle snorted coldly, "Now they have completely torn off their masks. Murong Peifeng is not stupid. He still has the former officials and subordinates of Prince Qi by his side, and they will protect Murong Peifeng even more from now on. In addition, he is still the heir of the Murong family. If he stays in the mansion, as long as the security is tight, Prince Qing will not be able to touch him."

“Besides…” Jing Anle’s eyes suddenly turned fierce, “He doesn’t need to live too long, three to five months is enough!”

Mu Ping understood Jing Anle's meaning. Once Murong Peifeng had finished taking revenge on Jing Rou and Qi Zhi, he would naturally be of no use anymore. At that time, there would be no need for him to take action personally, as Prince Qing would take his life even if he was willing to risk everything.

……

Prince Qing's Mansion.

"How could this be!" Prince Qing was both angry and annoyed, questioning the middle-aged man kneeling below.

"My subordinate failed in his duties. Just as I was about to take Murong Peifeng's life, I was ambushed and rescued." The middle-aged man's voice grew softer and softer.

"However, our men have already wounded him, and the sword is poisoned. I'm afraid his chances of survival are slim." He continued, fearing that Prince Qing would be enraged and take their lives.

Prince Qing said coldly, "So, I should thank you?"

"Your subordinate wouldn't dare!" The middle-aged man kowtowed in fear.

"Alright," an old man sitting nearby said.

Prince Qing calmed down instantly and waved for the middle-aged man to leave.

"Father-in-law," Prince Qing said respectfully to Ji Kun.

Ji Kun may be old, but he's young at heart. He knows that what's done is done, and there's no point in saying more.

"Who does Father-in-law think saved Murong Peifeng?"

"He is, after all, the last surviving son of the Qi Kingdom. Since the King of Qi sent people to find him back then, he will naturally send people to protect him now. This time, you miscalculated."

"I understand," Prince Qing replied in a low voice.

"So what should we do now? If this person isn't eliminated, he will remain a hidden danger."

Ji Kun stroked his beard. "Now, even a mosquito can't get into the Pingchang Marquis's residence. Your subordinate just said he was seriously injured and probably won't make a move for two or three months. Even if he recovers, if he dares to leave the residence, I'll take his life!"

"Let's settle Rou'er and Qi Zhi's marriage first. Their wedding day will be the day we accomplish something great!"

Prince Qing became more and more excited as he listened. "Father-in-law is right. With the help of the Qi Kingdom and the 30,000 elite troops promised by Yongping, my ascension to the throne is just around the corner!"

"Can you guarantee there won't be any problems in Yongping?" Ji Kun asked again.

Prince Qing was very confident, “Father-in-law, rest assured. Yongping and Jinghuai were so close back then, but Jinghuai still watched as Father Emperor married Yongping off to the Southern Frontier. How could Yongping forget this hatred?”

“I promised her that I would hand Jing Huai over to her to deal with personally when the time comes.”

Ji Kun glanced up at Prince Qing, but he didn't say anything. Prince Qing understood what he meant.

"Father-in-law, rest assured, history is written by the victors and condemned by the vanquished. I will naturally exterminate them all and leave no survivors!"