In Another World, Everyone Want to Kill Me! Chapter 342: The Baited Prince

But how to securely sit in that position was an equally serious matter.

At present, the position of Crown Prince in Beirong remained vacant.

After Rong Qinglei’s death, the emperor had never appointed a new heir.

Perhaps from the very beginning, he had never intended for Rong Tieshan to take that seat, yet he also deeply disliked Rong Zishen’s conduct.

That was likely why the position had remained empty all this ti or so Yue Mingxuan surmised.

It was often said that serving the emperor was like living beside a tiger.

Clearly, Rong Zishen did not understand how to live alongside such a beast, which was why he had never earned the emperor’s favor.

Now that his identity had been exposed, it was even more impossible for him to ascend the throne of Beirong.

However, Consort Keshun and Keshun Sanfeng would never let the matter rest.

Especially that man, Keshun Sanfeng... Yue Mingxuan could tell at a glance that he was no good.

If they did not find a way to eliminate him, Yue Mingxuan felt he would beco a significant threat. Yet getting rid of soone was no simple task and Yue Mingxuan already had far too many things to handle.

This ti, upon returning to Beirong, he intended to stay for quite a while.

For the ti being, he moved between Sword Forge Villa, Ten Thousand Wisdom Hall, and Flying Opera Group.

If not for the help of Bai Huayue and Xie Yunlan, he would have been worked to the bone by now.

He truly could not understand why all these organizations had set their sights on him, one after another.

He barely had ti left to cultivate the Ninefold Celestial Mystery Technique.

Fortunately, ever since reaching the fourth level, the technique had begun to circulate on its own.

This at least gave him so relief—otherwise, his strength might have regressed significantly.

"Killing Rong Zishen is the safest solution. But he’s a prince, how could it be so easy for to assassinate him..." Yue Mingxuan sighed as he looked up at the sky.

The sky was a clear blue, the clouds a pure white.

Those drifting white clouds seed like the greatest blessing heaven could bestow upon him.

Wait... blessing...

Unfortunately, that dicine was no longer allowed to be formulated within Beirong and all the recipes had already been destroyed.

Still, Yue Mingxuan had morized the complete formula perfectly, not daring to forget a single detail.

He often wondered who could have created such a genius concoction.

But he had no desire to use "Blessing" to harm others.

It was clearly one of the most domineering poisons, yet it bore such a beautiful na.

"If Rong Zishen could just be eliminated, everything afterward would beco much easier," Yue Mingxuan muttered, still sighing. "If I had known, I wouldn’t have listened to Shang Qinghua back then, I should have just killed him outright!"

Of course, given his strength at the ti, he might not have been able to defeat Rong Zishen head-on, but he chose not to dwell on that point.

"What are you thinking about now?" Shang Qinghua asked. "Killing Rong Zishen... might not require our involvent."

"You an?"

"Keshun Sanfeng," Shang Qinghua said with a cold smile. "He won’t kill Rong Zishen outright, but Rong Zishen’s current situation is extrely dangerous. He knows my father has already uncovered everything from back then. Though my father refrains from making it public out of consideration, that doesn’t an he will let things go so easily."

"Tell , do you think he’ll co to save Rong Zishen?" Shang Qinghua said, making a gesture of slitting his throat.

Yue Mingxuan, however, was sowhat puzzled.

Killing Rong Zishen was already difficult enough, so what exactly did Shang Qinghua an by that gesture?

Could it be that he was planning to kidnap Rong Zishen? But no matter what, Rong Zishen was still a prince, how could he possibly be so easy to abduct?

On the other hand, Yue Mingxuan himself had been kidnapped countless tis.

When it ca to being abducted, there was probably no one more experienced than him.

"Then what exactly are you planning to do?" Yue Mingxuan asked.

"Nothing at all," Shang Qinghua replied. "Just leave a note on Rong Zishen’s desk that says, ’You are a fake.’ He’ll start digging for the truth on his own."

"Are you sure?" Yue Mingxuan was clearly surprised.

Still, since it was Shang Qinghua’s idea, he decided to trust him for now.

That very night, Shang Qinghua secretly slipped into Rong Zishen’s room and wrote those very words on his desk.

When Rong Zishen saw them, he paused for a mont, visibly startled.

But only for a mont.

Soon enough, he tossed the note aside as if it ant nothing.

Even so, he still sent people to investigate his own origins.

Those people had all been carefully selected by Shang Qinghua.

They revealed the truth in the form of rumors, feeding it to Rong Zishen bit by bit.

Rong Zishen thought himself clever, unaware that everything was unfolding within Shang Qinghua’s control.

"I didn’t expect him to take the bait so easily," Yue Mingxuan said as he watched Rong Zishen anxiously searching for the truth of his birth.

For a mont, he felt a trace of pity, but then he rembered how Rong Zishen had killed Rong Qinglei and the sympathy vanished.

The only friend he had in the Beirong royal family had been killed just like that by his own brother.

Well, strictly speaking, Rong Zishen wasn’t even Rong Qinglei’s brother, just a counterfeit.

"He’s always been arrogant and full of himself. It’s a good thing he’s not truly my brother. Otherwise, he’d be far more cunning than this," Shang Qinghua said with a cold laugh.

The emperor of Beirong was an exceptionally shrewd man, if Rong Zishen had truly been his son, he would not have been so easy to deal with.

Perhaps it was precisely because he was Keshun Sanfeng’s child that he so readily believed the fragnts of information he had gathered.