After the founding of the People's Republic of China, she became a spirit and was punished, and

Yinzhen finally managed to escape from the chaos and walked hurriedly into the room with beads of sweat on his forehead.

The moment he stepped into the yard, a loud baby cry suddenly reached his ears, like the sound of nature, which made his heart tremble violently.

The forward steps suddenly stopped, as if nailed by something.

My heart felt hot, an indescribable feeling lingered in my mind, and my nose felt sour and astringent.

"Fourth Master, Fourth Master is back!"

Dong Shuang, who was guarding outside, was the first to notice his figure, and there was a hint of joy in his voice.

That’s great. When Fu Jin wakes up and asks the Fourth Master, she will be able to explain.

She felt much more relaxed, but when her eyes fell on the bloody wounds on his body, the joyful expression on her face instantly froze.

It was actually just as Cuihe said, the Fourth Master encountered an assassin!

"How is Fu Jin?"

Yinzhen's eyes were always fixed on the room where the crying baby came from.

As he asked the question, he strode towards the delivery room.

Dong Shuang quickly replied, "Fu Jin had just given birth to the little prince and princess, and she was too exhausted and fainted."

Just a few steps away from entering the delivery room, the midwife suddenly appeared and blocked Yinzhen's way.

"Fourth Master, the little prince and princess can go to the next room. The delivery room is unlucky. You..."

"I want to go in and see Fu Jin, I don't care about these."

He dodged the midwife's obstruction and pushed the door of the delivery room.

"But you are covered in blood, and if you go in, I'm afraid it will offend Madam Fu-jin."

Hearing this, he stopped pushing the door, lowered his eyes to look at the torn brocade robe on his body and fell silent.

The midwife continued, "Fujin is weak and has just given birth. It is inappropriate for you to go into the delivery room with your bloody and evil spirit."

"Makes sense."

Yinzhen acted as if he had touched a hot potato. He quickly put down his hand that was about to push the door and turned to go to another room to take a shower and change clothes.

There was no hesitation in the action.

Midwife: “…”

After living in the mansion for so many days, she finally realized that nothing could be more useful than mentioning the concubine.

She turned and went into the outer room. "Doctor Zhao, is there anything else that Fu Jin needs to tell you?"

"When Fu-jin wakes up, boil the medicine and send it over."

As for the rest of the precautions, the midwives knew more about them than he did.

"In that case, please take the medicine and go see the Fourth Master. He was injured when he came back just now."

Zhao Kuangsheng hurried away carrying the medicine box and knocked on the door of the main room.

"Fourth Master, the midwife told me that you were injured. I am here to give you some medicine."

The door opened and the person inside was damp and wearing only an undershirt.

The cold wind blew through the hall, and Zhao Kuangsheng couldn't help but shiver. He felt cold just by looking at it.

I have to say, the Fourth Master takes a bath very quickly.

Yinzhen took off his shirt swiftly, revealing a sword wound on his shoulder, a long and thin one that was not too deep.

"Hurry up."

Seeing that the other party was moving slowly, he urged him in a low voice.

Zhao Kuangsheng responded quickly and took out medicine and silk cloth for bandaging the wound from the medicine box.

In just a moment, Yinzhen cleaned himself up and walked quickly towards the delivery room, leaving Zhao Kuangsheng behind.

When he tried to enter the delivery room for the second time, no one stopped him at the door.

The delivery room had been cleaned up, but the bloody smell was still there.

The midwife, the wet nurse and the two babies had already gone to the next room, and the rest of the people also went back to rest after staying up almost all night.

Only Nanny Su and Qiu Xu were left guarding the room.

"May the Fourth Master be well."

When the two men saw him come in, they bowed and greeted him.

Yinzhen moved his fingers and told the two men to guard outside.

Since he entered the room, his eyes were always on the frail figure on the bed.

Except for the serious illness that Song framed her for right after her marriage, Concubine Xiao always looked lively and it was rare to see her so quiet and fragile.

Yinzhen raised his hand and touched the young concubine's pale face and slightly dry lips, feeling a little scared.

He was too careless today. He didn't expect that someone would have evil intentions on New Year's Eve.

Fortunately, the maid beside her was alert, fortunately he had left some men behind so that the other party had no chance to attack, fortunately he came back not too late, fortunately...

He was extremely grateful.

The only regret was that he was not with her when she gave birth.

He used his index finger to gently push away the loose hair on the little concubine's forehead and gave her a kiss.

When he raised his head again, his sharp phoenix eyes had softened, filled with heartache and guilt.

Gao Wuyong had just left in a hurry to take people to pick up Yinzhen, and stayed there to deal with the follow-up matters of the assassination and clean up the scene.

Sadly, the people who came were all assassins, and after being caught, they all committed suicide by biting the poison sacs between their teeth.

But it was indeed because he did not think it through carefully enough and did not realize that these people were assassins.

In the study, Gao Wuyong's voice sounded a little weak when he said this. He glanced at the man sitting above him from the corner of his eye. Seeing that he was not angry, his pounding heart calmed down a little.

"The assassins outside the mansion had no intention of entering the mansion. Their target was you, but the maids inside the mansion were going for Fu Jin."

"They went to such great lengths to assassinate you. It is impossible that they would just let a young palace maid who is too young to take on the responsibility murder your wife. I guess they must have two different masters. It's just that this palace maid communicated with the assassin outside the palace through letters. Otherwise, she would not have known about this strategy of luring the tiger away from the mountain."

Giving birth is very damaging to the body. Yinzhen was thinking about how to take good care of his wife. When he heard what he said, he took a moment to ask, "That little eunuch is the key. Have you caught him?"

"I am incompetent. When I found the eunuch, he had already been killed. And that person was not even a eunuch."

"It seems that the only witness we have is a little palace maid. Has she confessed anything?"

Gao Wuyong stole a glance and said, "She said she got the order from the Eighth Lady."

"Any token or evidence?"

"Nothing."

"There is nothing. What's the use of just a personal testimony? Even if we bring her to the Emperor, we can't convict her of a crime."

Yinzhen smeared a large ink stain on the paper, threw away the pen in his hand impatiently, and leaned back in his chair.

Gao Wuyong asked cautiously, "So, according to you, we should just deal with that little palace maid?"

"No, send it to the Emperor along with the testimony, just like the last evil incident. Although it cannot directly convict him, it is still a thorn in his side."

Yinzhen rubbed his temple with his fingers, "Father Huang is the emperor, he will never trust others easily, there is no need to bring the testimony, just send the person over to let his people interrogate him."

"Yes."

Gao Wuyong was about to leave when a clear and cold voice suddenly came from behind him, "The matter has been properly handled. You can go and receive the punishment yourself."

His straight back suddenly slumped and he let out a long sigh.

The Fourth Master was clear about rewards and punishments, and sure enough, he couldn't escape.

Assassinating the prince is no trivial matter. Gao Wuyong delivered the news to the palace overnight, and the palace would naturally send someone to handle the matter.