The Reborn Princess Has Turned Evil

Chapter 122 The Crown Prince is Missing

After an unknown amount of time, the rain intensified, and the trees in the forest swayed violently. The man lying down seemed to sense something and, with great effort, managed to open his eyes.

Dark clouds rolled across the sky, casting a gloomy glow. Large raindrops pelted his face and body. Murong Peifeng remembered that he had been knocked off a cliff by the black-clad men who had ambushed him.

But now, he was actually still alive. Just as he was about to get up, he was suddenly jolted and realized that he was actually in a big tree.

Fortunately, he was injured and unable to exert his full strength, otherwise he would have fallen directly into the river next to him.

What happened? Murong Peifeng was about to raise his hand when he discovered that he had no feeling at all in his right hand.

He knew he was in trouble and desperately jumped from the tree to the edge of the cliff. Due to his unstable center of gravity, he fell straight to the ground, landing in the mud. He was soaked and looked very disheveled.

Murong Peifeng was both angry and anxious. He, a prince, had actually fallen to such a state. He struggled a few times and roared, "Ahhhhh!"

After venting his anger, he noticed that there seemed to be someone lying next to him. He couldn't stand up, so he moved over to check and saw that the person was Gao An.

"Gao An, Gao An, wake up!" she said, using her left hand to check Gao An's breathing.

"Thank goodness, he's not dead." Murong Peifeng was relieved. He wasn't worried about Gao An, but rather that leaving him alone here was truly terrifying.

The rain was getting heavier, so he looked around and found a large, protruding rock nearby, like the brim of a hat, which would provide shelter from the rain.

Despite his injuries, Murong Peifeng stood up, supported Gao An's head with his left hand, and moved towards the boulder.

He moved a little, rested a little, and in just a few steps, it took him a whole hour to drag Gao An under the boulder to take shelter from the rain.

Who is it? Who on earth is it? Murong Peifeng was completely baffled. He was confident that he had concealed his identity very well in Jing Kingdom and had never caused any trouble, so why was he being hunted down now? Could it be...?

As he was thinking, he suddenly felt nauseous and his vision began to blur. He tried desperately to hold on, even glancing back at Gao An, but then he collapsed straight down.

……

Hunting grounds on the outskirts of Beijing.

Jing Fengyao and Luo Wei were chatting when a guard from the Imperial Guard rushed in to report, "Your Highness, there's an assassin!"

"What!" Jing Fengyao and Luo Wei were both shocked.

"Prince Yelü has just been ambushed."

"Are you injured?"

The guard quickly replied, "Prince Yelü is unharmed, only frightened, and has now been escorted back to the palace."

Luo Wei glanced at Jing Fengyao, noticing his complicated expression. Indeed, given that such a thing had happened in Jing Kingdom, he couldn't escape responsibility, both morally and logically.

Inside the palace.

As night fell, the lights in Emperor Jing's study remained on.

"How is Yelü Yuanxiu?" Emperor Jing asked expressionlessly.

The eunuch Wei was very perceptive and cleverly said, "The imperial physician reported that there is nothing seriously wrong. This servant also sent many tonics and medicinal herbs over. The eldest prince also went to see him in person."

"Hmm." Emperor Jing responded and continued to read the memorials, as if everything was going according to plan.

……

Yongfu Palace.

Jing Anle visited Consort Li today. Her pregnancy is progressing well, and her cheeks have become much fuller, making her look very healthy.

"Princess." Mu Ping greeted Jing Anle when she returned. Jing Anle immediately knew, dismissed the other servants, and went into the inner room together.

"Murong Peifeng has disappeared!" Mu Ping's voice was soft, but it was very clear to Jing Anle's ears. She was stunned for a long time before she came to her senses.

"Princess?"

"Just missing?" Jing Anle asked, feeling that Murong Peifeng's death was too good for him, let alone just missing.

Mu Ping said, "On Murong Peifeng's way back home, there were people to meet him at every post station along the way. I heard that not long after he left the capital, the people at the post stations did not receive the news, so they quickly sent a message back to the capital by carrier pigeon."

"Hmph!" Jing Anle snorted coldly, leaning back in his chair. "He really acted quickly!"

Mu Ping knew that Jing Anle was referring to Qi Zhi. She had been somewhat worried about Jing Anle's deduction before, but now she had to admit it.

"So what should we do now?" Mu Ping asked.

Jing Anle sneered, "No rush, it's probably someone else who's in a hurry!"

"What do you mean, princess?"

“Naturally, it’s the Prince Qing’s Mansion and the Marquis of Pingchang’s Mansion,” Jing Anle said happily.

"Wouldn't Princess Rou be extremely anxious?"

Jing Anle glanced at Mu Ping and said, "You still don't understand her enough. She only loves herself and power."

As for Murong Peifeng, if he could bring her glory, she would naturally be inseparable from him; but if he had no power or influence, she would discard him like trash.

"However, she won't go too far until she finds a new backer."

Mu Ping quietly watched Jing Anle. Whenever Jing Rou was mentioned, Jing Anle's tone was so calm, but his eyes were extremely cold, as if there was a deep-seated hatred in them.

"By the way, how's the thing I asked you to do coming along?" Jing Anle suddenly asked, as if remembering something.

“Princess, rest assured, Mu Ping and I will definitely handle things without any problems,” Afang interjected from the side.

Jing Anle and Mu Ping had been talking about things, and she hadn't had a chance to speak. Now that she had the chance to speak, she naturally started babbling on and on.

"You!" Jing Anle looked at Afang and immediately knew that the matter was settled. He said, "Tell me about it!"

"I have connections within the Ministry of Rites, and the list of sedan chair bearers for the Empress Dowager's return to the palace was prepared a month in advance..."

Mu Ping, standing beside her, clicked her tongue, stopping A Fang from continuing. "At this rate, when will you ever finish?" She then turned to Jing Anle and said, "Those eight sedan chair bearers are all wicked people who only got the job of carrying the Empress Dowager's sedan chair because of their connections. I've already tampered with their food, and it will all come out the day the Empress Dowager returns to the palace!"

"Very well." Jing Anle nodded in satisfaction. This Empress Dowager was nothing but a vain person. She loved face the most and considered herself the most noble person in Jing Kingdom. Then let her taste what it was like to lose face.

……

Guangyang Palace.

Qi Zhi was sitting on the couch, wiping the arrows, thinking about what had happened that morning, his eyes flashing with a cold light.

"Your Highness, Wu Cheng has arrived."

Qi Zhi paused in wiping the arrow. "Let him in."

"Yes."

Then a man in black entered, walking with difficulty, as if he were injured.

"Wu Cheng pays his respects to the Crown Prince."

"Hmph." Seeing Wu Cheng enter, Qi Zhi's voice suddenly became excited. He flipped over the table in front of him, his eyes gleaming with a strange light. "Is he dead?"

What Qi Zhi was so concerned about was naturally Murong Peifeng's life or death.

Wu Cheng lowered his head in fear, but still told the truth: "I failed in my duty and was ambushed by Murong Peifeng, but I also knocked him off a cliff. His chances of survival are slim."

A long silence filled the air. Wu Cheng could no longer feel any pain in his body; he only felt fear.

"waste!"

After a long while, Qi Zhi finally spoke.

"Your subordinate has failed in his duty; please punish me, Your Highness!"

Qi Zhi stared at Wu Cheng for a while before saying, "I want to see him alive or dead."

Wu Cheng understood Qi Zhi's meaning and immediately said solemnly, "I have already sent people down the cliff to search. If we find any trace of them, we will not let them go."