I Only Want to Lie Flat But Am Forced to Cultivate Immortality-Chapter 89 - 71: Father and Son, Gentleman and Concubine_2

Chapter 89: Chapter 71: Father and Son, Gentleman and Concubine_2

At a certain moment, the tall maidservant suddenly sprang up, the dagger hidden in her sleeve like a serpent’s tongue, aiming for the Crown Prince’s neck.

It was Qing Luo’s signature move; back in her theater troupe days, she excelled at performing with sleeves, and if a sharp blade was tucked into the sleeve, it truly became a serpent’s mouth and a scorpion’s tail.

At this moment, the water sleeves cast out from Qing Luo’s hand, at the tip of the sleeve, a dark and obviously poison-soaked dagger was about to strike the Crown Prince’s neck.

Swish! From the side, an ordinarily silent and soft-featured eunuch suddenly raised his hand, his equally soft duster seemed like a bottomless mire, clinging to the attacking water sleeve.

Meanwhile, at the corner of the banquet, a mysterious figure cloaked in black hid in the shadows. As soon as the Celestial Heart Sect assassin made their move, he retrieved three Thunderfire Pearls, flicked his wrist, and hurled them at the guards preparing to come to the Crown Prince’s aid.

A rapid explosion resounded, and within and beyond the pavilion, smoke instantly filled the air. The elderly eunuch holding the duster swiftly retreated to the Crown Prince’s side, but upon seeing the coachman engaging Qing Luo, his eyes widened, and he shrieked, "All guards, quickly protect His Highness!"

With that, he swiftly joined the fray.

The Crown Prince rose, looking towards the two engaged with Qing Luo. It was at this moment that he suddenly realized something, turning to see Lady Han Meng holding the Mingtiao Zither, his heart pounding, "Lady Han Meng, you..."

Before he could finish, the strings of the Mingtiao Zither snapped, several poison-tipped arrows pierced the Crown Prince’s body.

"Your Highness! (Cong’Er!)"

The one shouting "Your Highness" was the elderly eunuch, while the coachman addressing the Crown Prince as Cong’Er was the expressionless coachman before the Crown Prince.

In the next moment, the courtesan Han Meng, who had made the assassination attempt, was apprehended by the arriving guards.

As for Qing Luo, severely injured, she took advantage of the momentarily stunned crowd and vanished into the outskirts of the pavilion, using the cover of the Thunderfire Pearls.

...

Within the corridor where the Wu Family brothers were hiding, several physicians surrounded the senseless Crown Prince’s decoy, helpless.

Zhu Huai’an, his nose bubbling, crying for his foster mother to hold him.

"Huai’an, take a good look, who am I?"

"Who are you? I don’t know you, I’m hungry, I want my foster mother..."

Saying this, the chubby boy began to wail.

Xu Qing, observing with indifference, disregarded the other’s disgrace, treating all this as merely a dream of the chubby boy.

No matter how severe, it was just a prospective black mark in the future history of the Crown Prince’s decoy, nothing more.

Awakened forcibly by the prince’s physicians, the Wu Family brothers were now looking blankly at the Crown Prince’s decoy.

How could he have become a fool in such a short time?

The prince’s estate’s advisors, resembling strategists, a middle-aged scholar, began to inquire about the incident.

After the investigation, the advisor looked at the calm prince and said, "This matter reeks of abnormality everywhere, I believe..."

Before the advisor could finish, a thunderous explosion was heard from afar.

"It’s over at Qushui Courtyard!"

"Not good, His Highness!"

No one paid attention to Zhu Huai’an calling for his foster mother. Leaving a group of guards to watch the courtyard, Zhu Sheng hurriedly led a few trusted confidants back to the banquet.

In the pavilion, the elderly eunuch looked at the silent, expressionless coachman holding the Crown Prince’s corpse, speaking with difficulty, "Your...Your Highness, it’s my failure to protect the Imperial Grandson...I deserve death!"

The coachman referred to as ’Your Highness’ gently placed the Crown Prince’s body down, indifferently said, "Banban, I am a spent force, only dragging this dying shell for Cong’Er’s sake. I will die sooner or later, why didn’t you stay with the Crown Prince, but came to aid me?"

The coachman emphasized the word ’Crown Prince,’ as if explaining an undeniable fact to the eunuch.

"They ruined my grand plan, killed my heir; this vendetta must be avenged!" The coachman glanced coldly at the approaching Prince Changting, saying sinisterly, "Banban, no matter who orchestrated tonight’s events, they must pay the price."

...

No one knew how the elderly Crown Prince, severely ill and near death years ago, had recovered to full health, nor did they know that the lively Crown Prince was actually the Crown Prince’s eldest son, the Imperial Grandson, in disguise.

As for the real Crown Prince, he was a soon-to-be decayed living dead, transformed through secret methods.

The Crown Prince was dead, the banquet turned into a mourning ceremony, the prince’s estate inside and out surrounded tightly by the Jin Sect guards.

Always following the Crown Prince, seemingly about to rise to prominence, Zhang Jun suddenly lost his aim.

"Damn Celestial Heart Sect rebels!"

Zhang Jun, gritting his teeth, poured all his anger towards the Celestial Heart Sect.

Lady Han Meng, unable to withstand the brutal torture, revealed everything.

Zhang Jun learned much, such as the Book Phoenix Pavilion in Jin Sect being a hideout for the Celestial Heart Sect, and that today, the attackers were Bai Luo and Qing Luo, among the Five Luo Guardians of Celestial Heart Sect.

With freshly drawn portraits of Bai Luo and Qing Luo, based on descriptions, Zhang Jun began to scrutinize each banquet guest, determined to weed out the hidden Celestial Heart Sect rebels!

Arriving at the pavilion gallery arranged for ladies and talented young women, Zhang Jun suddenly hesitated.

Lady Shuyu? How could she be here?

Sending away the accompanying attendants, Zhang Jun approached the gallery alone, forcibly pulling out the woman mingled with the prince’s estate ladies.

"You’re hurting me!"

Lady Shuyu broke free from the restraints, rubbing her wrist, glowering at Zhang Jun.