Zhao Jincai’s beard trembled. This wasn’t his! But it was quite big.
Ah Chen frowned and casually tossed another gold ingot down: "You just dropped another one!"
This ti Zhao Jincai saw her throw it with his own eyes. Her movents were elegant and natural. Ah! How could anyone refuse that?
He seed to understand a bit more.
He didn’t know what this Young Master wanted to do, but he decided to go along with it. With this thought, Zhao Jincai smiled and said, "Thank you for the reminder, Young Master."
He glanced at the two gleaming gold ingots on the ground, feeling very pleased. Once he reported this, his master certainly wouldn’t require him to hand them over, so these indeed were his gold ingots.
The Prince Ning Mansion was truly wealthy.
Footsteps sounded outside the tent. Zhao Jincai quickly picked up the two gold ingots and stuffed them into his sleeve pocket. When the people outside ca in, they saw him checking Ning Guangjun’s pulse with a troubled expression. Ning Guangjun’s followers were all shocked.
At this ti, why did Prince Ning fall ill?
Will there still be a rebellion tonight?
If Prince Ning doesn’t wake up, it will certainly be over.
Looking at Ning Guangjun lying there unconscious, everyone started to doubt. Could it be that Prince Ning truly has no fate as an Emperor?
"Doctor Zhao, how is Prince Ning?"
"When will Prince Ning wake up?"
"Doctor Zhao, is there any way to wake Prince Ning up?"
Faced with a barrage of questions, Zhao Jincai handled it with ease.
Learning that Prince Ning couldn’t wake up anyti soon, everyone looked disappointed. At this mont, they suddenly noticed Ah Chen beside them. Before they could speak, Ah Chen spoke first.
"Father is unlikely to wake up for a while. Everyone, please go back and rest. Wait for Father to wake up before discussing any matters."
Everyone sighed inwardly, having no choice but to comply.
The Young Master couldn’t match Prince Ning’s aura and was usually a quiet person, always following Prince Ning’s orders. Relying on him to lead them according to the original plan felt like courting death.
"Doctor Zhao, if you could stay here tonight. Given that Father’s condition is rather dire, I’m afraid of any accidents." After everyone left, Ah Chen said to Zhao Jincai.
Zhao Jincai found it difficult to refuse, thinking that the Young Master’s purpose was to inform Prince Ning’s followers about the severity of Prince Ning’s condition. But what was the Young Master’s intention, to stop Prince Ning’s rebellion or to seize his place? If it was to seize the position, why not take the opportunity to lead people in rebellion? Perhaps he feared failing to control the situation and intended to plot slowly?
Left in the camp, now with Prince Ning’s heir beside him, Zhao Jincai found no chance to report back to his master. It shouldn’t be a major issue, as his master had arranged everything. If there was no movent here, his master wouldn’t be in danger, and even if there was, it didn’t co from the Prince Ning Mansion.
With this thought, Zhao Jincai calmly remained in Prince Ning’s camp.
In the deep of night, only a faint light shone in Beixia Emperor Ye Ji’s tent, leaving the huge tent quiet.
If soone walked in, they would see several figures standing inside the tent, surrounding the person at the top as if facing a great enemy, as if waiting for sothing.
The side light illuminated half of Ye Ji’s face, while the other half was completely hidden in the darkness. Even so, the visible half was breathtakingly beautiful, but no one dared to look up at him.
Inside the tent were only faint breaths; no one spoke, and even movents were almost nonexistent, as if everyone was frozen in place.
It was unclear how much ti had passed when Ye Ji raised his eyes to look outside: "Didn’t they say it was the start of the Chou hour? Ji Yun, what’s the ti now?"
"Your Majesty, it’s almost the Yin hour now." Ji Yun was Ye Ji’s personal guard and chief of security. He was also a bit puzzled. The information was definitely accurate; they indeed planned to rebel at the Chou hour. "Perhaps Prince Ning was too cunning and changed the ti."
Ye Ji’s face showed little expression. His fingers rested on his leg, tapping lightly, coldly saying, "Then let’s wait and see how cunning he can be."
After these words, silence returned to the tent.
Ti passed slowly. Even Ji Yun, a top-notch expert, felt his legs going numb, wondering why Prince Ning hadn’t acted yet. They couldn’t dispatch soone to investigate, fearing they might alert the enemy, thus failing the Emperor’s purpose.
"What ti is it?" Ye Ji asked, holding a teacup. The tea inside was naturally cold, but as it was sumr, the coolness of the tea didn’t matter.
Ji Yun replied, "Your Majesty, it’s just reached the Mao hour."
Ye Ji squinted his eyes, his handso face turning gloomy: "In a little while, the sun will rise. Do you really think Old Dog Ning will co?"
Ji Yun didn’t dare to speak up for a mont, and others held their breath.
The usually unerring Emperor had waited all night perhaps in vain for the first ti, silently enduring such a setback, and no one dared to speak loudly at this mont.
Seeing the atmosphere in the tent grow colder, Ji Yun whispered, "Perhaps we should send soone to investigate?"
It was already daylight; Prince Ning likely abandoned the plan.
Suddenly, a crackling sound was heard as Ye Ji, unable to control his strength, crushed the teacup in his hand, letting the tea drip onto the ground.
This startled Grand Steward Hou Rongfa, who quickly ca forward to collect the fragnts, carefully wiping Ye Ji’s palm, and checking for any cuts.
"Your Majesty, no need to be angry. It’s just a small Prince Ning; many opportunities will arise to deal with him." Hou Rongfa advised, "Given Prince Ning’s ambition, he wouldn’t easily give up. There might have been an unexpected situation last night."
"Should Your Majesty rest a bit?"
Ye Ji’s expression wasn’t pleasant: "Wait a little longer in case there’s a change."
Prince Ning planned sothing big; he planned to seize this opportunity to eliminate them once and for all.
He had prepared everything for it, just waiting for Prince Ning to co, so not killing him would be unsettling. Imagining a wasted night was enough to enrage him.
The sun was fully up, and it was a bright, sunny day.
In the tent, everyone remained silent, holding their breath. They sensed that the young Emperor was in a foul mood. After preparing all night only for Prince Ning not to co, it was frustrating as if a punch had landed in thin air.
"Your Majesty, there’s news from Prince Ning Mansion."
Ye Ji opened his eyes, finally showing so spirit, but his gaze was icy, as if ready to burst at any mont. He wondered if Prince Ning sensed sothing was wrong and had sent soone early in the morning boasting?
"Speak." Ye Ji’s lips released a cold word.
"Reporting to Your Majesty, Prince Ning suddenly fell ill last night and remains unconscious. Prince Ning’s heir and Doctor Zhao stayed in the tent all night, and currently, it seems his life isn’t in imdiate danger." The reporting guard felt the chill from above, his body tensing up.
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