CHAPTER 425: CHAPTER 407: THE PRINCE RETURNS

Xiange didn’t even glance at the guards who had drawn their swords at each other. He remained composed and unyielding as he stood in front of the Crown Prince.

"Thank you for your concerns, Crown Prince. My lord is recovering and simply needs to rest quietly."

"Hmm, that’s good. I’ll go in to see him. I brought the Imperial Physician along to have him take a look."

As the Crown Prince spoke, he naturally stepped forward, intending to pass Xiange and enter. However, Xiange blocked him with a swift move, saying, "Please halt, Crown Prince!"

"Outrageous! How dare you be disrespectful to the Crown Prince!"

The guards beside the Crown Prince instantly drew their swords, glaring angrily at Xiange.

The Crown Prince’s expression remained unchanged, as if unchanged by Xiange’s rudeness. He waved his hand to order the guards to sheath their swords and fall back.

"I know your loyalty and bravery are commendable. Having such a fine general gives me great relief, ninth brother."

"But, although I am the Crown Prince, I am also an elder brother. I worry greatly about ninth brother suddenly falling ill and not recovering after several days."

Facing the Crown Prince, Xiange remained neither humble nor arrogant, not conceding an inch.

"I appreciate your concern, Crown Prince. However, my lord has just fallen asleep after taking medicine. The doctor repeatedly advised us that he needs to rest quietly, and I hope the Crown Prince will understand."

As Xiange finished speaking, someone behind the Crown Prince stepped forward, glared at Xiange, and scolded: "Bold! The Crown Prince speaks kindly, yet you fail to appreciate it and take it further!"

"Step back! Do not act recklessly!"

Once again, the Crown Prince ordered his men to back down, gazing at Xiange with a gentle, warm expression, "There is no need to worry. I am merely going in to check on ninth brother’s condition."

"If he is resting, I will quietly withdraw and absolutely not disturb him. Please be at ease."

Even though the Crown Prince had spoken to this extent, Xiange still didn’t yield.

He was like a guardian deity standing outside the Prince Qin’s tent, blocking the Crown Prince at the door.

"I am carrying out my orders, and I ask the Crown Prince not to make things difficult for me."

The Crown Prince’s gaze darkened, though his face did not reveal any emotion. It was the attendant behind him who pointed at Xiange, looking at him angrily, with a sharp voice scolding:

"Bold madman! Do not be rampant! How dare you be insolent before the Crown Prince! Kneel and apologize to the Crown Prince immediately!"

At the moment his words fell, a fierce wind shot out from behind the curtain, sweeping the attendant away instantly like a whirlwind.

"Ah—"

"Bang—"

"Oh—oh—"

The attendant flew far away, crashing heavily to the ground and not getting up for a long time.

"Protect the Crown Prince! Quickly! Protect the Crown Prince!"

This sudden change happened in an instant, and as everyone reacted, they quickly rushed forward, drawing swords and surrounding the Crown Prince, vigilantly observing the surroundings with angry shouts:

"Who dares to commit evil? Show yourself quickly and surrender!"

The guards were indeed very tense, having not seen clearly how the person made the move, yet someone was already sent flying! They didn’t even see from which direction the opponent struck.

If the target had been the Crown Prince instead of Mr. Wang, the consequences would be unimaginable and even more frightening to contemplate!

The Crown Prince stood in place, one hand behind his back, carrying himself with composure and calmness. However, if observed closely, one might see the slight narrowing of his eyes, with a flickering depth at the bottom as he stared at the hanging curtain, lost in thought.

At this moment, the curtain was lifted from inside by an extraordinarily beautiful hand, the fingers resembling jade, clearly defined, appearing so appealing yet seemingly filled with strength, capable of overturning the world.

Everyone was looking at that hand, with relentless suspicion in their hearts.

Could the person who struck be him earlier?

Appearing in the Prince Qin’s tent, was he a guard by Prince Qin’s side?

But he dared to strike at the attendant in front of the Crown Prince, showing such disregard for the Crown Prince, correct?

The guards tacitly shifted their swords in the direction of the curtain, ready and alert.

The next moment, their eyes widened in disbelief at the man slowly stepping out from behind the curtain.

"Prince Qin?!"

How could it be him?

Wasn’t he bedridden, critically ill, almost incapable?

He didn’t appear to be seriously ill, nor did he seem hurt at all!

The hand resting behind the Crown Prince tightened slightly, his gaze deep and dark, fixated on a face that was all too familiar.

He watched as the figure casually sat in a wheelchair, thin lips slightly curled, wearing a smile yet not smiling, elegantly maneuvering the wheelchair out of the tent.

The Crown Prince’s eyes barely squinted, his expression unchanging though his heart was in turmoil.

He’s still on Qishan! Moreover, he is unharmed!

How could this be?

The night of the ambush, he was clearly injured! Even if he possessed extraordinary vitality and recovered quickly, Lin Wanyue’s move, meticulously planned, should have been foolproof. How could he be unharmed?

Where did it go wrong?

Is it possible there’s a master hidden by his side, who has already dispelled the curse?

No, that’s unlikely.

The curse cannot be dispelled! Even that person cannot dispel it!

Then, is it Lin Wanyue?

Did she break through the restrictions and escape control? Did she not actually stab him? Or perhaps she swapped knives in secret, using an ordinary one?

The Crown Prince swiftly dismissed this speculation, believing Lin Wanyue cannot possibly break the restriction he personally placed on her.

While the Crown Prince was deep in contemplation, Nangong Mo spoke.

His voice was low and melodic, yet laced with disdain and mockery, "Crown Prince, such a grand spectacle! What is it? Do you intend to kill someone?"

When those blind yet profound and ethereal eyes, like a void, swept over them, the guards felt a chill and instinctively dropped their swords, turning the tips toward the ground.

Worthy of being Prince Qin! Once ranked as a peerless master on Jiuzhou’s Stormrider List! Even now, blind and crippled, that terrifying aura remains, a mere glance enough to instill fear, like Mount Tai pressing down!

No need for vision to judge the number of people, no need for sight to locate direction by sound.

The Crown Prince waved his hand and ordered the guards to sheath their swords and step back, "What are you saying, ninth brother? It’s all a misunderstanding! I am just concerned about your illness and came to check on you."

Nangong Mo didn’t reciprocate the kindness; instead, a lazy cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "I’m not dead yet, aren’t you disappointed, Crown Prince?"

Upon hearing this, the Crown Prince slightly shook his head and chuckled softly, "Ah, ninth brother, you always enjoy joking."

"However, I see from your complexion and demeanor that you seem to be completely recovered? It’s good that the Imperial Physician is here; let him take your pulse and examine you. If you truly have recovered, I’ll be relieved."

Upon hearing the Crown Prince’s words, the Imperial Physician immediately stepped forward holding his medicine chest, maintaining a relatively respectful demeanor, "Please, Prince Qin, extend your left hand for me to examine."