Marrying a concubine to seduce him and lure him into the game

The man withdrew his distant gaze, turned to the witch doctor, and bowed slightly to show respect. His eyes were still cold, but with a bit more determination.

"Please let me take your pulse."

The witch doctor's words were gentle and calm. Hearing this, the man silently stretched out his hand, with unquestionable determination hidden in his cold eyes.

After the witch doctor carefully took the man's pulse, the man asked in a low and urgent voice: "How is my injury?"

"The donor's body was injured to the core. Although his tendons and bones have healed initially, due to the severity of the injury, he still needs a long period of rest before he can fully recover."

There was a hint of subtle worry in the witch doctor's words.

"how long it takes?"

There was more urgency in the man's questions.

"At least ten days."

The witch doctor's answer was brief and direct.

"Ten days……"

"Donor, please don't rush. No matter what burdens you have in the outside world, your health is the most important."

The witch doctor spoke earnestly and with concern.

Mo Yi, who was standing by, also interrupted when he heard this, his eyes full of worry: "My Lord, the princess must want you to fully recover before meeting again, rather than forcing you to travel with your injuries."

Mo Yi was secretly worried. During this period of time, the prince's health condition had been a huge burden on his heart. Any slight mistake could bring about unimaginable consequences. He didn't dare to imagine how the princess's wrath would fall on him if something happened to the prince.

Prince Yi's heart was in turmoil, but he finally suppressed his inexplicable anxiety and nodded to agree to rest.

During this period of time, he always felt an undercurrent of uneasiness in his heart. He just hoped that it was just his own worry, and that everything was fine with Jingcheng and her...

……

In the study of Prince Qi's mansion, a door was gently pushed open, and Minister Wang walked in. After bowing respectfully, he carefully took out a small cup from his arms and handed it to Prince Qi.

"Your Highness, this Gu is rare. It can control people's minds and turn them into puppets."

Minister Wang lowered his voice, with a hint of mystery in his tone.

The King of Qi took the cup and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips, obviously he was quite interested in this strange poison.

"Your Majesty, are you really going to use this for...?"

Minister Wang asked tentatively, feeling worried about the disappearance of Prince Yi. "There is still no news about Prince Yi. I'm afraid something bad may happen to him. Why take the risk? Be more patient..."

The King of Qi shook his head slightly, appearing extremely determined: "I have no time to wait. The longer the night, the more dreams there are. If I don't act now, when will I act?"

The King of Qi had made up his mind, and Minister Wang knew that any further persuasion would be in vain.

Above the capital, the calm before the storm is suffocating, and a storm of power struggle is about to sweep in.

At the same time, in the Liang Mansion, Huo Yuncong's inner anxiety was growing day by day, as if it was the eve of a storm, dull and depressing.

Every step to expose the King of Qi's conspiracy becomes more difficult due to the surveillance in the dark, and the road to revenge seems to be getting farther and farther.

One day's delay means that the King of Qi's plan to usurp the throne will go one step further. Once he successfully ascends the throne, the Wang family will become the real center of power, competing with the sky for glory. By then, Huo Yuncong's dream of revenge will probably be nothing but empty talk, and years of forbearance and planning will come to nothing.

The voice and smile of his late wife are still vivid in his mind. How can the sacrifice she made not bring him justice? Can the Wang family really cover up the truth and escape the punishment they deserve?

Huo Yuncong's heart was in turmoil. He was unwilling to succumb to the control of fate and was determined to break the shackles of this destiny.

At this moment, a childish and somewhat silly voice came from outside the door: "The flowers, the flowers have fallen..."

This voice interrupted Huo Yuncong's thoughts. He turned around and saw Liang Qiuyue standing under the plum tree. The cold winter wind blew the plum blossoms, and the petals fell like snowflakes.

Qiuyue was wearing tattered clothes, with obvious bruises on her little face. She stretched out her hands and blankly held each falling petal. The scene was sad and heartbreaking.

Seeing this scene, Huo Yuncong's heart felt like being pricked by a needle, and the scars on Qiuyue's face were undoubtedly a new insult.

Mrs. Huo kept her to maintain her family's reputation and also to use her as a channel to vent her dissatisfaction.

As a father, Huo Yuncong was unable to give his daughter enough protection. He could only watch her get hurt again and again, and sometimes even had to become part of the invisible oppression.

He once tried to find a way out for his daughter, but every time Qiuyue would say, "If I leave, Dad will be alone. I want to be with Daddy."

Such words touched him.

In this deep courtyard, this father and daughter, who seem estranged but actually depend on each other, can convey their care and understanding for each other with just a glance. This bond is deeper than any words.

Looking at Qiuyue's lonely figure, Huo Yuncong secretly vowed that no matter what, he would change everything, for Qiuyue, for his wife who did not get justice, and for his own persistence and perseverance over the years.

In this world of undercurrents and intrigues, he must find an opportunity to fight back, even if it means going against the current, to fight for a bright future for his family.

Qiuyue's eyes, like clear spring water, reflect her father Huo Yuncong's inner anxiety and uneasiness. This insight transcends her age and makes people feel pity for her.

Her every move revealed her pure desire to share the burden with her father.

Huo Yuncong's heart was churning as he thought about every possibility and risk - although he was under close surveillance, Qiuyue's pure and innocent heart might be the key to breaking through the siege.

However, this move is like walking on the edge of a cliff. If you are not careful, not only will you be doomed, but you will also drag the innocent Qiuyue into the storm.

Huo Yuncong had long since disregarded life and death; that was the awareness that a minister in troubled times should have.

But Qiuyue is different. She is the only irreplaceable bond between her and her deceased lover, and the warmest proof that love remains in this world.

How could Huo Yuncong bear to let such a flower that had not yet bloomed experience the baptism of wind and rain prematurely?

In this hesitation and struggle, Qiuyue's voice sounded again, and her bright eyes flashed with unusual determination, as if silently saying: "Father, let me help you, I can do it."

This innocence touched Huo Yuncong's heart.

Finally, Huo Yuncong made a decision. He quietly opened the drawer and gently slid his fingers over the "pen" that looked ordinary but actually contained key information.

This is more than just a pen, it is a bridge to the truth, the only hope of connecting with the outside world.

Huo Yun walked quickly to the window, pretending to be angry and impatient, "Flowers? Where are the flowers here? You are getting more and more naughty!"