What Tang Zhuyun wanted to say was that this handkerchief was a gift from her to the Prince of Jin of Jin.
Because the Prince of Jin said that Xiao Pang was difficult to control when she had an attack, she added a strong sleeping potion to the handkerchief.
Before he could even ask the Prince of Jin how effective it was, he never expected that the first time it would be used on himself.
Before she fainted, Tang Zhuyun had only one thought.
That scoundrel is going to turn the world upside down!
Xiu'er saw Tang Zhuyun faint, her eyes widened as she looked at Prince of Jin.
The Prince of Jin said coldly, "Serve your master well."
He glanced at Nanxing again, then took the longsword from her and stepped out.
Nanxing nodded to Xiu'er, gripped his sword tightly, and turned to follow her out.
Outside, a fierce wind and rain raged. Nanny Rong, who was waiting under the eaves, saw Prince of Jin emerge and hurriedly greeted him, "Your Highness."
The Prince of Jin said, "Step down."
Nanny Rong said softly, "Please don't make things difficult for this old servant. Even if it's just for the sake of making things easier for Her Highness the Princess in the future, you must be patient."
"Yeah?"
The Prince of Jin sneered, drew his longsword, and its gleaming blade seemed to cleave the dark heavens and earth.
Swords are drawn, and blood is shed.
An arm fell to the ground, blood spurting out. The one whose arm had been severed was one of the palace servants who had just held Tang Zhuyun down.
Before a groan could be uttered, the Prince of Jin raised his sword again and brought it down. The palace maid collapsed to the ground with a thud, blood gushing from her neck. The blood and rainwater mingled together as the torrential rain washed over her.
Nanny Rong was terrified and cried out abruptly, "Your Highness! Your Highness!"
The Prince of Jin glanced at Nanxing, took a step forward, and with a swift movement of his sword, no one survived.
Nanxing drew his sword and moved in another direction, raising the longsword of harvest as if wielding the scythe of death to reap lives; wherever it passed, hell followed.
Nanny Rong could no longer call out. Standing under the eaves, she stared in horror at the child she had watched grow up.
They've gone mad, they've really gone mad!
The air was thick with the stench of blood, a stench that even wind and rain could not wash away in time.
All those palace servants who stood by indifferently and acted as accomplices to the tyrant fell one by one, with nowhere to escape.
This is not the end.
The Prince of Jin's long sword dripped blood, hanging limply at his side.
The heavy rain soaked him completely, and his clothes clung tightly to his body, outlining his strong physique.
He said, "Zhang Zheng, Nanxing, go!"
"Yes!" Nanxing drew his sword and went out.
The Prince of Jin sneered and stepped over the corpses scattered on the ground as he entered the room.
Noble Consort Jia had already changed color, and the four remaining palace maids beside her knelt on the ground, trembling.
Noble Consort Jia, her face swollen and red, said, "Xiao Jianqi! You wretched wretch, do you want to kill your mother?"
"I do want to." The Prince of Jin raised his hand, and with a few swift movements, four heads rolled to the ground.
Noble Consort Jia vomited.
Although born into a family of military generals, she was pampered from a young age and had never seen anything like this before.
She was both frightened and panicked, shrinking back behind the bed, but still didn't stop herself from shouting, "You, you'll be struck by lightning!"
"Born but not raised, caused the death of father and brothers, Heaven truly has eyes, how can you still be alive now?" The veins on the Prince of Jin's hand gripping the sword bulged, blood flowing down the blade and dripping onto the ground.
The Prince of Jin's face was cold and stern, like a demon.
"Your father will not forgive you!"
For the first time, Xiao Wu felt death so close.
In her panic, she invoked the Emperor's name.
The Prince of Jin merely sneered, remaining silent.
Suddenly, he strode to the door, opened it, and then did the same to all the windows.
Before Noble Consort Jia lay a courtyard full of corpses, washed away by the torrential rain, blood flowing freely, and mutilated bodies scattered everywhere.
Noble Consort Jia felt even more unwell and lay on the couch, vomiting almost all of her bile.
"You beast, you animal!"
"Yes, I am a beast. What good things could you possibly give birth to?" The Prince of Jin sneered, slowly raising his long sword and pointing it at her nose. "Nothing more than matricide."
Noble Consort Jia stared at the approaching, cold sword, unable to utter a single word. Her eyes widened in terror as she felt death drawing near.
"Your Highness!" Xiu'er rushed in, tripping over the threshold in her haste and falling heavily to the ground.
She didn't dare to delay, so she crawled a few steps forward while still on the ground and hugged the Prince of Prince of Jin's leg.
"Your Highness, this cannot be done!"
She heard the commotion outside and was startled after glancing over.
By the time she realized what was happening, Prince of Jin had already entered Noble Consort Jia's room with his sword.
Mother, matricide is absolutely unacceptable!
The Prince of Jin kicked her away and roared, "Get out!"
Xiu'er, enduring the pain, said, "I don't care if you die, but don't drag the Empress into this widowhood! And don't implicate her!"
Nanny Rong also stepped forward and hugged Prince of Jin, tears streaming down her face. "Your Highness, I beg you, I beg you!"
At this moment, Nanxing returned, carrying a severed head in her hand, and threw it straight at Noble Consort Jia: "Zhang Zheng!"
Noble Consort Jia screamed and fainted on the couch.
Nanny Rong rushed over.
The anger on the Prince of Jin's face seemed to vanish in an instant.
He said calmly, "Take the Empress back to the manor. I'll see you out. When the Empress wakes up, tell her I'll be alright. Tell her not to bother, pack her things, and wait for me patiently."
Nanxing agreed.
She reached out and helped Xiu'er up.
Xiu'er: "Nanxing, don't move. Your hands are bloody, and my clothes are new."
Nanxing: "... It's already stained with blood."
Xiu'er looked down and saw that the Prince of Prince of Jin's footprints were clearly left on her right abdomen, along with bloodstains.
Not only that, her sleeves were also slightly torn.
Xiu'er was furious.
Her brand new clothes! The first time she put them on, she almost died of shock!
Nanxing pulled her up and said calmly, "Let's go. If we don't leave now, things will get even more troublesome."
The heavy rain drowned out many sounds, and being deep within the palace, no guards had yet arrived.
Without further hesitation, Xiu'er followed Prince of Jin out.
Prince of Jin carried Tang Zhuyun to the carriage and said in a deep voice, "Go back and take good care of the Princess. She doesn't need to worry about anything else."
"Yes!"
"And remember, the princess suffered a miscarriage today!"
"Yes!"
Prince of Jin took a deep breath. "Xiu'er, go back and find a doctor to examine the Princess."
Ultimately, he suspected that Tang Zhuyun had lied to him.
If it really wasn't a pool of blood, but their child, the Prince of Jin thought, "Now that it's here, I might as well stab him!"
Prince of Jin only turned around after the carriage had completely disappeared from sight.
Just then, the court session ended, and all the civil and military officials were escorted out by their servants holding umbrellas for them.
Everyone was horrified to see the Prince of Jin covered in blood.
Tang Mingfan was the most excited.
He jogged out from the crowd, "Your Highness, what's going on?"
"Father-in-law, I trouble you to take care of A-Yun for a few days." Prince of Jin said, "I'm fine, I just didn't take good care of A-Yun. I'll go see my father first, and apologize to you in a few days."