Schemed Against to the Bone by Prince Yi, He Actually Took the Crown Prince for His Enemy

The staff member kept his head down.

They cannot be punished.

But one can dislike it.

One of the crown princes had a reputation for virtue that surpassed even that of the emperor.

It was neither illegal nor against the rules, but the emperor would take an extra pill every night when he thought about it.

"Your Highness, this situation is difficult to resolve."

The staff member lowered his voice to a minimum.

Gu Moyuan sat back in his chair and flipped all the lyrics sheets over so that the words were facing down.

"If we can't solve it, then we won't. We'll leave it for now. As for reputation, as long as I don't use it for personal gain, Father may be wary, but he can't touch me."

He picked up the teacup; it had gone cold.

Keep an eye on Prince Yi's Residence.

"From this day forward, I will know exactly where every penny of his money goes."

"And his six women!"

In the study of Prince Yi's Residence's mansion, Zhao Si's second report arrived.

After Gu Moran finished reading it, he handed it to Su Yao.

"The Crown Prince's advisors have not left the residence."

Su Yao glanced at it and put the paper down.

The crown prince realized something was wrong; he was now in a dilemma.

Gu Moran stood up and pushed the map of the southern city aside, revealing the floor plan of the temporary detention center in Chang'an County.

Shen Ling'er picked up a pastry from the side, then put it down.

"With a husband like such a good younger brother, the Crown Prince is going to be exhausted."

Gu Moran corrected.

"Don't talk nonsense, I deeply respect and love my elder brother."

Shen Ling'er rolled her eyes.

Liu Ruyan sat by the window, tucking the revised lyrics into her sleeve.

"It's cooked enough."

Su Yao nodded.

"If we keep burning [the fire], they'll find out who shouldn't be being investigated."

Gu Moran's gaze fell on a cell in the far corner of the detention center's floor plan.

"The stage wiring has been idle for half a day; it's time to get things moving in the south of the city."

He tapped that square with his fingertip.

" Uncle Fu."

"This old servant is here."

"Keep a close eye on the detention center. If anything happens to Ye Qingyun, notify Yuan Shen and Cao Jin first, and Gao Fu second."

Uncle Fu looked up.

"Notify the authorities first?"

"Right."

Temporary detention center in the south of the city.

The night breeze seeped in through the cracks in the wood, carrying the scent of mud, water, and herbs.

Ye Qingyun sat against the wall.

My left arm hung limply at my side, my shoulder felt so heavy I couldn't lift it, and with each breath, my chest felt tight and suffocated, the metallic taste of blood in my throat I couldn't swallow away.

An oil lamp hung on the opposite wall, its flame flickering crookedly in the wind.

In the next cell, the chicken thief, Baishe, huddled by a haystack, half a rope still dangling from his feet.

He pretended to be timid, and even when the guards scolded him after he came in, he didn't talk back.

It wasn't until late at night, when the guard was dozing off against a pillar and the hard-of-hearing guard went outside, that he buried his face in his knees.

First, a very soft sob escaped from his lips.

"Sir, Young Master Ye is truly pitiful."

Ye Qingyun's eyelids twitched.

The sobbing was intermittent.

"They were harmed like this by that doctor, and now they're being held here."

Another man's laughter followed, muffled and low-pitched.

"Young lady, what do you know? That doctor has someone backing him up."

"Who?"

"That one from Qingmen."

Ye Qingyun pressed his right hand against the ground.

Qingmen.

During the day, when people from the Crown Prince's Residence came to Chang'an County to retrieve the roster, he overheard the yamen runners discussing through the prison gate that people from the Eastern Palace had come to investigate the old accounts of the martial arts troupe.

The man lowered his voice even further.

" The Noble of the Azure Gate wants to acquire this land in the south of the city. First, they'll establish a martial arts ward, then an emergency medical ward. Once the roster is ready, the young people will go to the government, the medicinal herbs will go to the ward, and even your free clinic doctor, Dr. Chu, will be incorporated into their ranks."

Ye Qingyun gripped the seam between the floor tiles with his five fingers.

The woman's voice trembled.

"But... isn't Young Master Ye? He should be respected."

The man scoffed.

"A talented scholar blocking the way is more unsightly than weeds; it's just that this scholar has offended the Chancellor's Residence."

"If our Crown Prince wants to win over the Chancellor's Residence, he must eliminate him completely. Once he's crippled and his reputation is ruined, the old ties with the Su Clan will be severed."

The Su Clan. The Old Testament.

Several images flashed through Ye Qingyun's mind.

On the day of the poetry gathering, Su Yao sat on the banquet table at Prince Yi's Residence's residence, never turning around to look at him once.

When Xie Wanqing took the stage, his three poems thoroughly humiliated him. When he publicly returned the marriage certificate, Su Yao showed no emotion whatsoever.

And then there was Chu Tianxing's mocking face.

Now Ye Qingyun is leaning against the wall in the prison, his left arm is useless, he is locked up, and he can't even see Shuhe.

The man next door was still talking.

"Think about it, when did the martial arts school open? Who treated the injuries he sustained while training there? Wasn't it that Doctor Chu? But who's behind Doctor Chu?"

"Then wouldn't Young Master Ye be...?"

The man lowered his voice.

"Hush, the Second Prince's Residence's delivery of medicine is just a pretext. The one who really wants him dead is that guy from the Green Gate. If he dies, the south of the city will be peaceful, and the Su Clan will be at peace too."

Ye Qingyun felt a sweet taste in his throat.

He forced the blood back down.

The crown prince wanted the south side of the city.

The Crown Prince's Residence's residence came to retrieve the roster during the day.

Chu Tianxing was recruited by the government.

He was imprisoned in the government jail.

From beginning to end, he believed that he had voluntarily entered the Dragon Abyss Martial Arts School, voluntarily practiced martial arts, and voluntarily sought out Chu Tianxing reason with him.

Looking back now~

The martial arts school's roster, the medicine shed, and even the case of him injuring Chu Tianxing were all handed over to the government.

He still harbored resentment towards the Second Prince.

Step by step, he was driven into the circle by the Crown Prince.

At that very moment.

The dozing guard was woken up by the urge to urinate.

"You all better go to sleep! I'm going to relieve myself!"

The Baishe immediately fell silent, hugging its knees and shrinking even smaller.

Ye Qingyun sat up straight.

He took the bamboo tube out of his pocket, his fingers pausing on the bamboo stopper.

My left arm is ruined.

The poem's title was trampled on by a woman.

His martial arts journey ended abruptly before he even began.

Even his life will be written into someone else's record of achievements, as a footnote to the story of pacifying the people of Chengnan.

Born into a poor family, he studied diligently for years and bravely ventured to the capital.

In the end, he was nothing more than a discarded pawn on the chessboard of the Noble of the Azure Gate.

On what grounds?

The bamboo plug was bitten open with teeth.

The heat rushed to my palms.

In the haystack next door, the Baishe heard the soft rustling of bamboo strips and began to tense up.

He's just here to stir things up.

I didn't expect this guy to be so fragile.

He still has several other voices he hasn't shown yet~

Ye Qingyun placed the bamboo slip on his right palm, but his left arm wouldn't obey him, while his shoulder began to burn.

The chaotic energy in my meridians surged upwards along my neck, causing a buzzing in my ears and a grinding sound in my teeth.

The Baishe covered its mouth and burrowed deeper into the haystack.

Outside the wooden fence, the guard who had just returned from relieving himself of the water noticed something was wrong and turned around with his lantern.

" Ye Qingyun, what are you doing?"

Ye Qingyun looked up.

Blood streaks appeared on the whites of his eyes, the lantern light reflected in his pupils, and a line of dark red blood clung to the corner of his mouth.

The guard's lantern flickered, and he was about to call for help.

A sound of breaking chains came from inside the cell door.