Yang Ling looked away from the announcement. Although the Divine Realm had already ruled that the Third Prince was no longer eligible to ascend the throne,
his ultimate fate was still uncertain.
What Yang Ling needed to do was settle the Third Prince's fate as soon as possible.
Either he would not strike at all, or he would strike hard enough to kill, leaving no chance of a comeback.
"You really will do anything."
The Eldest Princess suddenly sighed. "You stop at nothing to achieve your goals. Was bombing the Four Directions Hall an order from the Rong Tribe?"
Ning Xiu said nothing.
The Third Prince hurriedly said, "Aunt, your nephew had absolutely nothing to do with this!"
The Eldest Princess smiled. "Don't address me so familiarly. Since when was I your aunt?"
The Third Prince looked bewildered.
Ning Xiu's lips suddenly moved.
A strange look flashed through Huang Zhaolong's eyes, and he immediately said,
"Director Yang, I admit defeat! I really was working for the Third Prince.
"The three hundred thousand jin of explosives outside were made by the Third Prince and Luo Kai, Zheng Hai's final disciple.
"Not long ago, I was put in charge of transporting them to the Rong Tribe. First, we learned that you were reopening the case. Second, the Rong Tribe needed this shipment of explosives!"
"Huang Zhaolong!"
Cao Yunlong's blood surged, and he spat out a mist of blood.
"The emperor isn't worried, but his eunuch is."
Yang Ling glanced at Cao Yunlong.
The Third Prince looked distraught. First, he glanced at Ning Xiu, as though he had realized something, then looked at Huang Zhaolong before giving a bitter smile.
"Fine. I truly never imagined your Iron Garment Division was this capable. I admit it. I did cooperate with Luo Kai back then.