The most ridiculous thing in this world is when you focus with utmost attention, being on guard and vigilant in an unclear situation between friend and foe, calculating with a heart full of sches and suspicions, yet the other party pierces through all your disguises with a single sentence. Even Prince ng, who has been living with a mask for many years, couldn’t help but be at a loss at this mont.
It’s almost impossible to have a proper conversation now. The old Nun Huixin killed the atmosphere, so is it better to confess as a teacher first, or to first accuse the nun and then carefully consider the other party’s intentions before taking the next step?
Hmm, compared to confessing, the second thod is certainly better and more reliable.
"Guards—!" Prince ng’s eyes flashed as he called for the guard, preparing to detain Dong Huiying. But Dong Huiying, on the contrary, wore a smiling look, "Master, I advise you to think thrice before acting."
A pinch of black powder appeared on her fingertip at so unknown ti.
Only then did Prince ng rember that this person was a master in the art of poison, even more formidable than the Poison Doctor Yun Shuihan.
Prince ng: "..." Well, at this point, Prince ng realized that this person was like a copper bean, unbreakable, uncrushable, unflattenable, invulnerable to water and fire, impervious to swords and spears, truly giving one the utmost headache.
The scene was extrely awkward for a mont. Imperial Doctor Li was the first to regain her senses, "Everyone, stand down!" She quickly signaled to those guards, but they remained loyal, only taking commands from Prince ng.
Prince ng sighed and waved them off, then sat down, looking at the old nun with a troubled expression.
The nun smiled. Prince ng remained speechless.
After a while, Prince ng helplessly asked, "Master, which side are you on?"
Dong Huiying raised an eyebrow, "Oh, obviously, no matter whose side I’m on, it’s definitely not the Eighth Princess’s side, right? Considering how much Lao Ba values Yun Shuihan, if I were truly Lao Ba’s person, I should be cooperating with Yun Shuihan instead of having an internal conflict, don’t you think?"
Prince ng: "... How am I to know this isn’t all an act? It might just be a setup."
Dong Huiying was slightly exasperated, "Tsk, such heavy suspicion!" She thought for a mont, "My poison can kill invisibly; if I had any ill intentions towards you, Prince ng, I think from the mont I entered the Prince Mansion, my objective would have been achieved long ago, rather than dragging it out till now."
Prince ng sneered, "Is Master truly foolish or rely pretending?"
"Hmm?"
"If the Eighth Princess truly wanted to bring down, she could have succeeded years ago, so why wait until now?"
Dong Huiying: "..."
"What the Eighth Princess wants is not my life. In fact, if I were to die, it would be more of a harm than a benefit to her. She wouldn’t do sothing that would dig her own grave."
Dong Huiying spread her hands helplessly, "Forgive my limited brain capacity, Prince ng, you’ve killed the conversation, and I don’t know how to proceed, nor do I know how to counter your comnts. Anyway, if you don’t trust , I have no words in my defense."
"Let’s speak plainly, Master injured Yun Shuihan heavily this ti. It seems Yun Long has taken Yun Shuihan to the palace to seek help from the Eighth Princess. So, if Master really wishes to cooperate with , you must, at the very least, show your sincerity."
Dong Huiying tilted her head, this almost naive expression was indeed quite unfitting for her now aged face, adding a bit of ridiculousness, making people unable to hold back laughter, and indeed gave a deep sense of dissonance.
"How about this, during the Prince’s birthday banquet the other day, I heard the Eighth Princess ntion the Fifth Imperial Princess, the Ninth Princess, and Princess Shiyi... Princess Shiyi is a person of the Ninth Princess and had once served her. How are your relations with Princess Shiyi, Prince?"
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