Ye Lihan had no objections. "Watch your own safety. Be careful someone doesn't resort to desperate measures."
"Don't worry. I'll be fine."
After setting down the chess piece, Su Qiao returned to the estate to change into her court robes, then went to the Imperial Palace.
Just as Mu Jin had said, Huang Ying had only suffered some superficial wounds. Shang Shuheng, on the other hand, had been slashed hard across the arm.
Fortunately, an imperial physician had stopped the bleeding and treated him in time. Aside from looking a little pale from blood loss, he was otherwise fine.
However, he had already been confined to his own Yongfu Palace and forbidden from taking even one step outside. No one was allowed to visit him, either.
But who was Su Qiao?
No one dared stop her.
"Prince..."
Shang Shuheng had never expected the Prince to come see him.
He had been staring blankly out the window, but immediately tried to sit up.
Su Qiao raised a hand to stop him.
She did not sit down.
"I've always thought you were clever. How did you manage to be so stupid this time?"
He had no martial arts skills, yet he had dared to assassinate the Emperor?
Did he think killing Huang Ying would get his mother released from prison?
Shang Shuheng lowered his head. "Prince, the throne should have been yours in the first place."
Seeing him like this, 444 was genuinely frightened.
Host, he isn't possessed, is he? Could it be that he really fell in love with you?
Whatever he was thinking, Su Qiao had no desire to concern herself with it.
"You should know that if I wanted the throne, I could take it without breaking a sweat. The only question is whether I want it."
Shang Shuheng