Several months later.
The calculating Third Prince finally died.
He died at the hands of an utterly ordinary palace maid, one with no distinguishing features whatsoever.
The palace maid had been grieving, yet forced to smile, and that was what drove her to kill him.
That was the result of only looking after the front and neglecting the aftermath.
The Third Prince had ordered everyone to smile.
Just then, the palace maid's father died, and her mother fell ill and died as a result.
When the news reached her, the palace maid burst into tears.
The Third Prince's fiercely loyal Eunuchs saw this and dragged her away, giving her a brutal beating.
Thus, the palace maid bore a deep grudge.
How could she not?
Because of certain people's schemes, the palace maid had clearly only been beaten, yet her face was disfigured.
Her face had been beaten until it split open.
In ancient times, that meant a woman basically had no future left.
Then, during one reception for the Emperor, the palace maid found an opportunity and slashed the Emperor's hand.
It was actually only a very small wound.
The blade was tiny too, fashioned from a sharpened porcelain shard.
However, although the Third Prince had successfully lost weight, he still had severe diabetes.
Diabetes could not be cured completely.
Once you had it, there was no cure.
And once someone had diabetes, any wound was difficult to heal.
The wound would often remain unhealed for a long time, unable to scab over and fall away normally.
It was perfectly ordinary for it not to heal even after several years.
Then came ulceration, inflammation, bloodletting, and no medicine could cure it.
Wenren Sheng found it laughable.
A dignified Transmigrator, and one with a cheat at that.
Yet he died from