His wife was hovering between life and death, and he, as a husband, was not by her side.
Li Weichen half-closed his eyes, his right eyebrow raised, with a slight tremor in his eyelids: “Only the Southern Border Land Commissioner and the Yingtang Imperial Palace possess the secret formula for Zuimeng Yishi. Southern Border is too far, so the enemy couldn’t have come from there. The only remaining possibility is the Imperial Palace. Our political enemy, the Deposed Crown Prince, definitely has the ability to obtain this secret medicine.”
With Qin Yuhang by Ye Hui’s side, ordinary poison would not escape his notice, so the enemy used Zuimeng Yishi.
“Deposed Crown Prince!” Huangfu Ze sat on the dragon throne, his eyes burning with anger, like a furious lion. After calming himself, he said in a low voice: “Summon Prime Minister Li, the Ninth Gate Commander Pei, and the Minister of War Huang to the palace. Tell them I have important matters to discuss.”
“Is Your Highness going to cast a net?” Li Weichen’s face showed joy.
“The night is long and dreams are many. It’s time to cast the net,” Huangfu Ze said. He originally wanted to act after his father’s death, but thinking about how the Deposed Crown Prince nearly killed his most beloved, a bloodthirsty light flashed in his eyes. This time, he would exact a tenfold revenge for his wife and child.
“After dealing with the Deposed Crown Prince’s group, we’ll bring my lady back to the Imperial Capital!” Li Weichen sighed, having been separated for half a year. Without her, his heart felt like it was growing grass.
His words struck Huangfu Ze’s heart. How much he wanted to bring his wife and child back quickly, but if they could encounter danger in distant Pingzhou, how could he not be cautious in the turbulent Imperial Capital?
Half an hour later, various senior officials arrived at the study and discussed matters with the Crown Prince all afternoon.
In the evening, Li Weichen followed his father, now a prime minister, out of the palace.
