The dwarf’s martial arts were unfathomably profound; the Fourth Prince had witnessed this himself. He had sched to drug the dwarf unconscious and then sent him to the Pri Minister’s Mansion. The dwarf wasn’t stupid—once he woke up, he would certainly realize it was the Prince who had betrayed him. What would he do if he ca seeking revenge?
Thinking of this, the Fourth Prince couldn’t sit still. He rose to his feet and walked out. "Let’s go to the Pri Minister’s Mansion to take a look."
"Yes, Your Highness."
The guard followed behind him. "Fourth Prince, should I go call the steward to prepare the sedan chair?"
"Hm! Go ahead. Ask him to hurry; I need it imdiately!"
"Yes, Your Highness." The guard agreed promptly and sprinted ahead.
By the ti the Fourth Prince arrived at the gate, a sedan chair was already waiting there. The steward truly lived up to his reputation for efficiency.
"To the Pri Minister’s Mansion."
The Fourth Prince spoke as he prepared to board the sedan chair.
The palanquin porters responded affirmatively, then firmly lifted the poles onto their shoulders and headed toward the Pri Minister’s Mansion.
The Pri Minister’s Mansion, main hall.
The Nineteenth Aunt was clinging to the Pri Minister, sobbing bitterly. "Pri Minister! You must avenge our son! You cannot let the murderer roam free!"
The Pri Minister’s head was pounding from her wailing. However, considering she’d just lost her son and was in deep grief, he didn’t have the heart to scold her. He furrowed his brows and spoke in a deep tone, "Xingxing, rest assured, I will certainly avenge our son."
In just a matter of days, the Nineteenth Aunt seed like an entirely different person. The once stunning beauty had grown haggard, her large eyes now filled with sorrow, rendering her achingly pitiable.
"Pri Minister, our son died so unjustly, ahhh... wuuu!"
In the past ten days, this was the phrase the Nineteenth Aunt had repeated most often.
Indeed, her son had been killed by the dwarf for uttering just one sentence. The incident had happened so abruptly that she hadn’t even ti to react before her son’s soul had departed for the afterlife.
Such a young child, barely old enough to understand what he’d done wrong, had lost his life in this way—truly a tragedy.
"It’s all that damned dwarf’s fault. So ugly that he’s like a demon, yet he refuses to let anyone say so. What would a three- or four-year-old child know? Whatever they see, they naturally speak. That is a child’s nature." The Pri Minister grew angrier the more he thought about it. The heir he had awaited for over ten years was now gone, all because of the dwarf.
"Exactly, that dwarf deserves to be torn to pieces!" The Nineteenth Aunt cried while choking on her rage.
To finally give birth to a son and secure her position in the Pri Minister’s Mansion—she had thought her days of glory and wealth were assured.
But then calamity struck. After just a few years of happiness, her bliss was cruelly destroyed by the dwarf. Naturally, the Nineteenth Aunt harbored imnse hatred for him; it was he who had ruined her entire life.
"Xingxing, go back to your room and rest. I’ve already dispatched people to capture him. I believe news will co soon."
"I don’t dare to sleep. Whenever I close my eyes, I see my son, drenched in blood, appearing before ." The Nineteenth Aunt said with a face full of anguish.
The Pri Minister was deeply annoyed with the Nineteenth Aunt’s incessant crying. Yet, given that her son had just suffered a tragic death, he couldn’t reprimand her. He glanced at her briefly and thought to himself, "You can’t sleep, so you co to disturb ?"
At that mont, the Third Auntie entered with two maids...
"Oh! Nineteenth Aunt, your health is so delicate. Why are you not resting in bed but out here braving the wind?" She gestured with a wave toward the maids behind her and said in a sweet voice, "Take the Nineteenth Aunt back to her courtyard and ensure she rests properly."
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