The arrogant imperial concubine arrives, the favorite of the regent

The night before, a hidden killer organization's contact point was taken down in the central area of ​​Liumu County.

Last night, something happened in a small county town. This morning, people passing by accidentally discovered that the lights in a small inn were on until morning, the door of the inn was missing, and the main hall was full of corpses.

When the government officials arrived, they found that all the lights in the rooms of the inn were on, but no one was inside. It turned out that all the people in the inn had gathered in the hall to drink, and they were all killed at the same time.

To this day, the authorities are still investigating who killed these killers, and they have been on duty for many years, but have never discovered a killer inn in the city.

After Ying Yi finished his report, Ye Xiaohan said, “Spread the news that Netherworld Nineth Layer killed the Biluo Killer twice.”

Twice? Wei Song looked at Ye Xiaohan, but in the end he didn't say anything. The first time, no one saw who appeared near the assassin's base, let alone knew that Netherworld Nineth Layer had appeared. It was only the second time that someone saw Netherworld Nineth Layer appear on the roof of the inn.

Now the prince wants to trace the two actions to Youming, otherwise with the abilities and manpower of others, it will definitely not be easy to find out who killed Biluo's killer twice.

Ye Xiaohan glanced at Wei Song. He knew what his subordinates wanted to say without them even saying anything. Ye Xiaohan said to Wei Song calmly, "It will be a deterrent if it gets out. And they will also focus their attention on Youming Jiuchong."

Wei Song nodded, indicating that he understood: "Your Majesty is wise."

Then, he became a little worried. "Your Highness has been busy these days, is your health okay?" The prince brought them out to do things, but when dealing with bad guys, the prince would go on the field himself, and only let them go when the task was almost over.

The prince's legs had just healed, and he had traveled to many places in the past two days. Even he, a general whose legs had always been flexible, was a little overwhelmed. The trip was too rushed, and his hip injury had only just healed.

On the other hand, the prince did not show any sign of fatigue, and his coldness was eerie. So strong!

Ye Xiaohan waved his hand casually, "The king is already fine."

Wei Song lowered his head and gave a naive smile.

"Your Highness, Wei Bo said that the princess is planning to arrange surgery for the seventh prince in the next few days. Are we going to go back?"

"If you can't make it back, let Wei Bo take charge of all the affairs in the palace for me, and especially make sure to protect the princess' safety."

After everyone left, Ye Xiaohan paced around the room, frowning slightly. He pondered for a few breaths, then raised his eyes and looked out the window.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, without a single ray of sunshine. The dark clouds were as thick as ink, constantly drifting and then overlapping. Even in the daytime, the entire sky was gloomy and depressing to the extreme.

The air is oppressive and people who feel suffocated will find it hard to breathe.

The rainstorm was about to come, and he had not yet started his journey back to Beijing.

Outside the window, a strong wind began to blow, and the sound of the wind was like the roar of a wild beast, passing through the streets and alleys, hitting everything outside the house.

Ye Xiaohan watched quietly, then suddenly turned around.

In a moment, his dark eyes moved slightly, and then his ink-black pupils turned into terrifying blood pupils, and a murderous aura burst out from his whole body.

This is a sharp contrast to the previous cold-faced prince image...

However, at this moment, no one knew that Ye Xiaohan's demeanor had undergone such a horrifying change.

Imperial Palace, Moon-Lan Hall

When Concubine Yu learned that Prime Minister Yun was able to successfully attend the morning court, she was quite dissatisfied.

The prince was close to Yun Shirou of the Yun Mansion. If the prince married Yun Shirou, wouldn't he have the help of Prime Minister Yun? Although the Yun Mansion was not strong enough, Prime Minister Yun was at least a prime minister, a first-rank minister, and had been working beside the emperor for many years.

Concubine Yu looked worried: "If the prince gets the help of a prime minister, it will be bad for Chu He and mother."

Ye Chuhe smiled and shook his head, looking calm and composed.

Recently, Yun Xiang has lost his reputation as a prime minister because he has not won the emperor's favor and has an awkward relationship with Yun Mujiu. As a result, the emperor has ignored him for some time and has also imposed caning on Yun Xiang and Ye.

However, the prime minister is still the prime minister after all. After all, he is a lackey who has been used for many years. Before he makes a serious principled mistake, the emperor will not easily give up Yun Xiang. Yun Xiang comes from a poor family, has no family foundation, and has no external help. He is the easiest type of official for the upper class to control. At a time when the emperor is in need of someone, of course he will continue to use Yun Xiang for the time being.

After being reprimanded by the emperor, Yun Xiang became more deeply aware of the benefits that having the emperor as his backer brought him. At the same time, he also knew the emperor's majesty and became more loyal to the emperor.

Ye Chuhe slowly and calmly explained this to Concubine Yu.

After listening to Ye Chuhe's detailed analysis, Concubine Yu smiled faintly. "My Chuhe is really smart."

"Mother," Ye Chuhe smiled gently, "You don't have to worry. Even if the Yun family knows about the marriage with the prince, it doesn't matter to us."

Concubine Yu frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment and said: "Chu He, mother knows that you have no interest in that position..." Chu He had no interest in the throne, so naturally he would not care too much about what the prince did for the throne.

"However," Concubine Yu's face was serious, "even if Chu He really doesn't want to participate in the fight for that position, we still have to be vigilant against the Queen and the Crown Prince. The lives and future of my mother and son, as well as the Gao family, are in your hands."

Ye Chuhe's fingertips trembled slightly, and he nodded. A bitter feeling welled up in his heart, but he also knew that protecting the family was his mission. Since he was Ye Chuhe, he was not the only one who was carrying the burden.

Ye Chuhe changed the subject: "Mother, I heard that the streets of the capital are quite lively. I want to go out and take a look."

Concubine Yu was stunned for a moment, then agreed with a smile. She then said, "I heard that a new rouge shop called Baihuayuan has opened in the capital. If you have time, can you send someone to pick some new things for mother?"

Yesterday, the Laurel Tower and the Hundred Flowers Garden were opened, and the palace maids and eunuchs who went out of the palace to purchase supplies brought the news into the palace. Some concubines also received rouge and powder bought by their families from the Hundred Flowers Garden. Concubine Yu listened to the heated discussions outside and became curious about the Hundred Flowers Garden.

Ye Chuhe had never been interested in the shops in Beijing, except for the herbal medicine shop opened by Yun Mujiu. In order to know what Yun Mujiu's medicine shop looked like, Ye Chuhe had specially left the palace to observe it secretly.

Now that he had heard some interesting stories about the Laurel Tower and the Hundred Flowers Garden, Ye Chuhe was rarely curious about these two shops.

In a villa somewhere in the capital, Yun Mujiu handed some pills to Xiao Zhao, and told Ling Xingmu and his servant how they should take the medicine.

Not long ago, Du Ziheng and Doctor Fu removed the bandages for Ling Xingmu and sutured his wounds. Later, Ling Xingmu developed a fever, and Yun Mujiu said calmly: "It is normal to have a fever after surgery, and it will be fine once the fever subsides."

Her gentle words put Ling Xingmu at ease. Ling Xingmu could feel how serious his fever was, but with Yun Mujiu, the miracle doctor, around, he was inexplicably confident that he would be fine.

After dealing with Ling Xingmu's affairs, Yun Mujiu came to the Laurel Tower again.

The lobby on the first floor was bustling with people laughing and enjoying delicious dishes. Inside the restaurant, the aroma of food filled the air, and pictures of laurel and green plants could be seen everywhere.

The guys had smiles on their faces, carrying trays, and moved freely among the crowd like fish.

In a private room on the second floor, a group of people were waiting for Yun Mujiu's arrival...