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Chapter 163 The Conspiracy of Yinquanju

Yinquanju, nestled at the foot of Nanfeng Mountain on the outskirts of Nanyang Prefecture, was Qian Dajin's extremely secretive residence. Even Wen Yuan, acting prefect, was unable to discover this hidden abode. Far from the hustle and bustle of the city, its tranquil surroundings made it easy to conceal one's whereabouts. The residence was lavishly decorated with dazzling brilliance, while the surroundings were filled with scenes of prosperity, feasting, and revelry. In the center, a hot spring pool, shrouded in mist, formed an eerie contrast to the gloomy atmosphere of the plot.

In this secluded residence, the Third Prince's uncle, former Nanyang Prefect Wen Renxin, his uncle, Left Vice Minister of Rites Chen Shilang, and Qian Dajin sat in a solemn circle. Despite their opulent surroundings, they remained apprehensive. "This plan is truly risky," Wen Renxin said, his brow furrowed in anxiety. "The refugee riots are already a serious problem, and now we have to plan for poisoning. Any misstep and we'll be doomed." His gaze roamed the room, as if searching for a glimmer of security.

However, deep in his mind, a deep fear was spreading. He had once been the head of a prefecture, but now he was a fugitive. He knew that if his plan failed, not only would his future be ruined, but he would also face a catastrophic disaster. Minister Chen looked at him, his face equally gloomy. As the Left Minister of Rites, he was in a high position and had never expected to be involved in such a sinister power struggle. He spoke slowly, his voice heavy, "If the Third Prince's plan succeeds, it will indeed bring about a dramatic change in the situation in Nanyang, but the cost of failure is unbearable. The situation in Nanyang Prefecture is complex and the power of the Prince of Zhennan cannot be underestimated. We must be cautious in every step we take."

Just as the two were lost in anxiety, steady footsteps were heard from outside. Several attendants in dark robes entered, surrounding a young man. This man was none other than the Third Prince, Yun Junyu. He looked young, yet the cold aura he exuded made everyone present feel oppressed.

Yun Junyu's steps were calm and steady, his gaze lingering on each person's face, as if assessing their loyalty and courage. Wen Renxin and Minister Chen didn't dare to neglect the matter, and hurriedly stood up and saluted, their faces filled with humility and respect. Qian Dajin, on the other hand, seemed particularly nervous, his palms sweating.

"Your Highness the Third Prince." Wen Renxin said in a low voice, his heart inexplicably tightening.

Yun Junyu smiled slightly, but the chill in that smile made people feel piercing: "Everyone, no need to be polite, please sit down."

Although his words seemed gentle, they contained an undeniable coldness. Wen Renxin and Minister Chen exchanged glances and sat down in silence, the atmosphere growing increasingly tense.

"I know you still have doubts about my plan." Yun Junyu leaned back in his chair, his tone unhurried yet full of intimidation. "But in the game of power, risks and benefits coexist. If we succeed, Nanyang Prefecture will become my fiefdom, and the influence of the Prince of Zhennan will be completely broken. At that time, you will also get the benefits you deserve."

His words were brief but powerful, and each one seemed to strike directly at their hearts. Wen Renxin gritted his teeth, his inner uneasiness growing stronger.

"Your Highness," Wen Renxin finally couldn't help but speak, his voice extremely low, as if afraid of being overheard. "Poisoning... isn't it too much? If discovered, the entire Nanyang Prefecture would be reduced to hell. This would not only be a blow to Wen Yuan, but would also trigger unpredictable disasters."

Yun Junyu's gaze suddenly turned cold, sharp as a knife. He suddenly smiled, a smile tinged with mockery: "Master Wen, you haven't forgotten your identity, have you? You are just a wanted fugitive now. Do you still expect to live a peaceful life?"

The indifference and contempt in his tone made Wen Renxin's face turn pale instantly, and his heart was filled with humiliation and helplessness. He knew that he had no way out. The success or failure of this conspiracy would determine his life or death.

"I won't give you any choice." Yun Junyu's voice was low and cold. "This isn't a discussion, this is an order."

Minister Chen gripped his wine glass tightly, a flicker of unease in his eyes. While he was in awe of the Third Prince's determination, he also realized he had been dragged into an abyss. He now had to weigh the survival of his family against his own safety. He didn't believe this conspiracy would succeed.

At this time, Yin Ce, who was standing aside, slowly spoke, his tone filled with coldness and pride: "Everything has been arranged. The unrest among the refugees will be the key to our breakthrough. As long as the virus is successfully released, Wen Yuan and the people of the Southern King will be unable to cope with the chaos, and Nanyang Prefecture will be in our pocket."

Yun Junyu's eyes gleamed coldly. He slowly stood up, as if surveying an impending victory. "Refugees are the best tools. Their lives are worthless. And we will become the new masters of Nanyang Prefecture."

A tense atmosphere hung in the air. Wen Renxin felt a tightness in his chest, knowing he could no longer turn back; he was already deeply trapped. Minister Chen's forehead was slightly sweaty, and his clenched fists revealed the conflict and struggle within him.

At this moment, hurried footsteps were heard outside the door, and several guards hurried in with serious expressions: "Master, someone outside is trying to find out about us."

Yun Junyu's expression darkened instantly, his gaze sweeping across the crowd like a knife. He knew that any leak of information would lead to the failure of his plan. His voice was low and ruthless: "Make them disappear, leaving no trace."

This cold command echoed throughout the room, like an invisible blade, making everyone's heart suddenly tighten. Wen Renxin and Minister Chen exchanged glances, a wave of invisible fear welling up in their hearts. They knew they were standing on the edge of no return, and every step was like treading on thin ice.

Inside Yinquan Residence, the lights are still bright, but everyone's heart is shrouded in darkness. The game of power and intrigue has begun, and they can only struggle to survive in this dangerous game.