The Reborn Princess Has Turned Evil

Chapter 293 The Prince's Palace Meeting (2)

Men understand men best. Seeing Qi Zhi's reaction, Prince Qing knew that there was an 80% chance that the matter would succeed.

To everyone's surprise, Qi Zhi did not respond. Instead, he asked, "Your Highness chose this dark room today and spoke these words to me. Please speak frankly."

Prince Qing's lips curled slightly as he thought to himself: This Qi Zhi is indeed not simple.

"Now that things have come to this, we're practically family. I don't want to hide anything from you anymore. A real man should strive to achieve great things. You and I are fortunate to have been born into royalty, but we've never reached the highest point. Only the highest power is the most attractive."

"You and me?" Seeing Prince Qing's confident and eloquent manner, Qi Zhi instantly realized that he might be planning to... usurp the throne!

Qi Zhi's expression changed slightly. Although he was not a good person, now that Prince Qing had told him, it meant that Prince Qing had tied him to the same boat, and it would be difficult for him to get off.

As a prince of a nation, he didn't lose his composure much. Qi Zhi reacted quickly and asked in return, "Your Highness has lofty ambitions. May I ask what brilliant plan Your Highness has in store?"

Actually, Qi Zhi was asking him how confident he was.

Prince Qing was very satisfied with Qi Zhi's performance. He exchanged a glance with Princess Qing and then revealed his plan to seize the throne, but he did not mention Yongping.

Qi Zhi listened without changing his expression. Royal infighting has always been like this: it's either you die or I die.

"As long as the Qi Kingdom is willing to lend me troops, it will naturally be twice as effective with half the effort. Once I succeed, Rou'er will be my only legitimate daughter. With the Jing Kingdom as your backer, how can your brothers compete with you?"

"And my Jing Kingdom also has the Pro Gold Mine, so gold and silver are no problem at all," Prince Qing said confidently, appearing to have victory in his grasp.

Qi Zhi had to admit that this was an excellent deal, almost a win-win situation. He could simply marry a woman and keep her at home. Although he had been cuckolded, now seemed not the time to lash out.

"What does Prince Qi think?"

"Your Highness has considered everything carefully." Qi Zhi finished speaking, raised his wine cup, and drank it all in one gulp.

Since things have come to this point, even if he refuses, he can't possibly leave alive. The Prince of Qing dared to tell him all this, so he must be confident. Even if things don't work out, when he returns to Qi Kingdom, far from the emperor, who can do anything to him?

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A few days later, Jing Anle was practicing the piano in her room. The ethereal music drew people to stop and listen.

Mu Ping waited until Jing Anle finished playing a piece before replying. It was about Ji Quan; she had asked someone to investigate, and there was news.

"How is it?" Jing Anle placed his hands flat on the strings, waiting for Mu Ping's reply.

"Ji Quan had been living at Daci Temple in Lincang until he was ordered to enter the palace a few months ago."

“Lincang? Of all the temples, it has to be Daci Temple.” Jing Anle muttered to himself, then asked Afang to bring him the map.

Afang was quick; in no time, a sheepskin map was placed on the table, which she had previously asked Qin Xu to draw.

Jing Anle pointed to Lincang, and below Lincang was the Southern Frontier.

"Ok?"

"Has the princess discovered something?" Afang asked.

What was the name of the temple where the Empress Dowager practiced Buddhism after leaving the palace?

Afang hurriedly replied, "It is Tanfo Temple."

“Tanfo Temple? Come and see.” Jing Anle pointed to the map.

On the map, Tanfo Temple and Daci Temple are geographically adjacent, although one is in Jing Kingdom and the other in the southern border.

"No wonder the Empress Dowager chose Tanfo Temple out of all the temples in the capital. I'm afraid Yongping and she have met eight hundred times already," Jing Anle analyzed.

"From the Empress Dowager leaving the palace to cultivate herself, to Yongping entering the palace, everything was arranged in advance. They probably discussed it countless times in between."

Mu Ping also realized, "Lincang and Southern Xinjiang are so close, if Princess Yongping has any instructions, Ji Quan will know very quickly."

“That’s right,” Jing Anle affirmed.

"Can you find out where his hometown is?"

Mu Ping shook her head. "His records were handled extremely cleanly, and we can't find any clues for now."

Afang listened in a daze, but she grasped a clue: "If you want to know a person, you can listen to his local accent."

"Hometown accent?" Jing Anle and Mu Ping said in unison.

“Yes, a person’s appearance can change, and their name can be changed, but an accent can’t be changed in a short time. Afang, you’ve done a great job.”

Suddenly praised, Afang scratched her head shyly, then asked, "Then who should investigate?"

Before Jing Anle could speak, Afang seemed to remember something and exclaimed, "That little monk from Xuanyang Palace!"

"This girl is getting smarter and smarter." Jing Anle gently patted Afang's head.

The young monk is the most suitable candidate. He has spent the most time with Ji Quan and will surely discover some flaws.

Meanwhile, the young monk in Xuanyang Hall was sweeping snow and was sneezing incessantly.