Hanying kept her gaze fixed on the figure lying on the bed, her heart racing wildly.
Such a huge, heavy stone slab had smashed down on his head, and blood had immediately pooled all over the floor. How could he possibly be all right?!
She clenched the handkerchief in her hands, trying with all her strength to stop herself from trembling, but it did little good.
A vicious thought rose in her heart: The Third Prince cannot live.
If the Third Prince wakes up, things will definitely end badly for me!
Hanying squeezed her eyes shut and kept plotting her next assassination attempt.
While the Third Prince still hasn't fully regained consciousness, I can still...
Suddenly, she felt a light touch on her arm.
"Hanying," the palace maid beside her said, her voice barely escaping her throat, "His Majesty is calling you over."
Hanying froze, then hurried over, her heart full of dread.
Consort Xuan had calmed considerably under everyone's reassurances and was now listening intently as Imperial Physician Du explained what she needed to watch out for afterward.
Emperor Mingze still held the Eleventh Princess, who was widely rumored to have become especially favored lately. The icy expressions on their faces were identical.
And it wasn't just those two.
The princes behind them were also looking at her as though she were already dead.
Hanying knelt on the floor and said in a trembling voice, "This servant pays her respects to Your Majesty."
Jiang Yanchuan lowered his eyes and carefully studied the palace maid before him.
Petite and timid, she was no different from any ordinary palace maid here-if anything, she was even less remarkable.
Without the little one's inner voice, he would hardly have suspected her right away.
Jiang Yanchuan gently set the little one down, then said