Reborn to Become A Queen: The Real Heiress's Comeback-Chapter 408: The Next One is Si Jun!

Si Jun specifically instructed the Prince Wei Mansion’s carriage to take the main road, and deliberately rolled up the curtains so others could see him inside.

If Zhan Lan were to encounter any mishap or disappear, Si Jun planned to rush back to the mansion to establish evidence that he wasn’t present.

He wanted to secretly torment Zhan Lan for a period of time, and when he ascended the throne, use Zhan Lan’s life to threaten Mu Yan to crawl out of the Golden Throne Hall in disgrace!

After Hei Yu departed, he calculated the time—within an hour, Hei Yu should have brought Zhan Lan to his dungeon.

He intended to defile Zhan Lan’s body, thoroughly torment her, and let Mu Yan live in a fate worse than death upon learning the truth!

But halfway through his journey, his asthma suddenly flared up.

His throat suddenly became dry and itchy, followed by coughing that grew more and more violent, as he began gasping for air.

The guards were frightened. The Prince hadn’t had frequent asthma attacks for over two years, yet it had suddenly recurred!

Si Jun had no idea that Zhan Lan had enlisted Xue Lingling to help concoct a colorless and odorless drug powder, which, once inhaled into the lungs, could trigger asthma.

This drug powder was extracted from five rare flowers and herbs, all smeared on Zhan Lan’s hands and sleeves.

That slap had precisely ensured Si Jun inhaled the poisonous powder.

"Quick... Quick, find the Imperial Physician!" Si Jun’s face turned red, his eyes bulging as he coughed so hard it seemed his lungs might rupture.

A quarter of an hour later, Si Jun returned to the mansion, lying on his bed amidst violent coughing, even coughing up blood.

The Imperial Physician hurried over, examined Si Jun’s condition anxiously, and said, "Prince, you must have inhaled some kind of irritant, which is why you’ve been coughing continuously. I will prescribe medication, and after taking it for three days, you should recover."

Si Jun grabbed the Imperial Physician’s hand as he said, "Three days... that long... Cough cough cough..."

The Imperial Physician sympathetically replied, "For now, Prince Wei must rest at home, take your medicine on time, and I bid my leave."

Saying this, the Imperial Physician left carrying his medical bag.

Si Jun summoned his guards and commanded, "Go... cough cough cough... find out why Hei Yu has not returned yet!"

"Yes, Prince!"

Hei Yu was his most trusted confidant. Having gone to kidnap Zhan Lan for so long and still not returned, Si Jun couldn’t shake off his uneasiness.

Could it be that Hei Yu had failed in his mission?

But even if Hei Yu failed, with his skills, he should have safely escaped.

Accompanied by violent coughing, Si Jun’s right eyelid twitched twice, and an ominous feeling rose in his heart.

...

Zhan Lan arrived at the General Mansion with Xiao Chen and Vermilion Bird.

Zhan Xinzhang and Zhan Beicang entered the room, while Zhan Lan closed the door behind her.

Inside, only she and Xiao Chen remained, with Vermilion Bird guarding outside.

Zhan Xinzhang looked at Zhan Lan and asked, "Girl, what’s the matter?"

Zhan Lan’s expression was solemn as she said, "Si Jun’s men tried to kill me. Earlier, I captured Hei Yu, the subordinate he sent to assassinate me."

Zhan Beicang’s pupils widened as he shouted, "Prince Wei? He’s gone insane!"

Xiao Chen nodded, "Uncle, if Zhan Lan hadn’t been prepared, today might have ended in tragedy."

Zhan Beicang clenched his fists tightly, while Zhan Xinzhang’s eyes turned cold. He looked at Zhan Lan and said, "You and Mu Yan are both targets under the spotlight now. Be cautious in everything; do not act impulsively."

Zhan Lan looked at Zhan Xinzhang and said, "Grandfather, granddaughter came today to inform you of this matter. If Prince Wei dares to target me, next will be the Zhan Family. Please, grandfather and father, be vigilant."

Zhan Beicang nodded, "Lan’er, don’t worry. Our mansion’s defenses have been strengthened. Your elder brother is here daily. Take care of yourself and don’t concern yourself with us."

Zhan Lan glanced at her grandfather’s complex expression, then at her father’s righteous indignation. She smiled faintly and said, "Alright, grandfather, father. Now that I’ve informed you, I’ll return to the mansion."

After Zhan Lan left, Zhan Xinzhang turned to Zhan Beicang and said, "In the struggle for the Crown Prince, do not take sides rashly."

"Father, Si Jun tried to kill Lan’er!" Zhan Beicang said angrily, his chest heaving with rage. "I truly want to..."

"What?" Zhan Xinzhang’s gaze became sharp. Zhan Beicang gritted his teeth and said, "I’ll save this grudge for later!"

Zhan Xinzhang patted his shoulder, leaving him with just two words, "Hold steady."

Zhan Xinzhang went alone to the ancestral shrine, lit three sticks of incense, and said, "I pray to our ancestors to protect our Zhan Family descendants, ensuring peace and success."

His eyes landed on the war spear placed beside the shrine. Walking over to it, he touched its sharp edge, picked up a cloth, and began wiping the dust off, his gaze suddenly becoming fierce.

...

Zhan Lan arrived at the Xingtian Department’s dungeon, where Hei Yu was imprisoned, letting her feel reassured.

Hei Yu had been shot with three arrows, and his Achilles tendon had been severed by her, rendering him a useless scrap of a man.

As Zhan Lan entered the cell, Hei Yu’s chains clattered. His eyes, like those of a feral beast, locked onto Zhan Lan.

Memories from her past life flashed in Zhan Lan’s mind; it was Hei Yu, Si Jun’s loyal dog, who had personally hung her father, Xiao Chen, Huang Gun, and Li Sui from the city wall for seven days and nights!

Pulling her thoughts back, Zhan Lan picked up a branding iron from the nearby stove. As the branding iron moved, sparks flew.

Step by step, Zhan Lan walked toward Hei Yu, coldly saying, "You should be familiar with branding as a torture method, aren’t you? Burning is one of the most excruciating pains a human can endure."

Hei Yu gritted his teeth and stared at Zhan Lan, "Don’t dream about it. I won’t say a word."

Zhan Lan brought the branding iron close to Hei Yu’s cheek. The glowing hot iron emitted steam, forcing Hei Yu to flinch backward.

Zhan Lan smirked slightly, "If I sear every inch of your skin with this branding iron, would you enjoy it?"

Hei Yu squeezed out a curse from between his teeth, "Demoness, wretch..."

"Mm!" Hei Yu’s mouth was suddenly pressed with the blazing, sizzling branding iron, and the smell of scorched flesh instantly made Hei Yu groan in muffled agony.

His tongue was scorched, his mouth reduced to a bloody, grotesque sight, horrifyingly unbearable.

Zhan Lan’s eyes were as icy as a frozen abyss, memories of her father, Xiao Chen, Huang Gun, and Li Sui hanging from the city wall flashing before her again.

She had never personally witnessed it, yet precisely because she hadn’t, her imagination painted an even grimmer, more harrowing picture.

Just thinking about it made her feel as though knives were carving through her flesh.

Hei Yu was Si Jun’s man, Zhan Lan vowed to tear out Si Jun’s sharpest claws!

"Since you refuse to speak, then you’ll die!" Zhan Lan’s voice was hoarse, resembling a demon from the depths of hell.

She picked up another branding iron and pressed it against Hei Yu’s chest, his agonized screams echoing through the dungeon.

The scent of blood and charred flesh filled the cell.

Zhan Lan raised a barbed whip and lashed it across Hei Yu’s body again and again, venting her hatred.

"Zhan Lan, Prince Wei... won’t let you go!" Hei Yu snarled with a distorted expression.

"Do you think I’ll let him go?" Zhan Lan coldly sneered. She was dealing with Hei Yu now, and next would be Si Jun!

When Vermilion Bird entered, he saw Hei Yu’s body drenched in blood, with only his eyes barely identifiable as his own.

Zhan Lan put down the whip, her clothing spattered with Hei Yu’s blood, but her hatred remained unabated.

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Vermilion Bird looked at Zhan Lan, worried she might exhaust herself, and bowed. "Madam, shall I continue torturing him until he’s dead?"

Vermilion Bird was accustomed to such scenes; Mu Yan’s journey had been fraught with many assassins and enemies, all eliminated without fail.

Zhan Lan glanced at Vermilion Bird, restraining the hatred in her eyes as she replied, "No rush. Save his last breath—he still has his uses!"