After being exiled with her husband and children, she returned with great power to rule the world

After receiving Fei Yu's order, the two of them each sent the information they needed to investigate in two directions.

Both maids were well-trained and their actions were extremely secretive and quick.

A man quietly sneaked into a tavern in the city and met with an informant disguised as a customer. He quietly passed on the secret code and obtained key information.

The other person took advantage of the night, away from everyone's eyes and ears, and exchanged information with the spy lurking in the alley.

After receiving the reply, the two immediately informed Feiyu.

They looked hurried and breathless, and the replies from both sides contained the same news: the prince was assassinated and disappeared.

"What?" Fei Yu was so surprised that he stood up from his chair, his eyes wide open, his face full of disbelief.

"The Crown Prince secretly left the capital? And came to Leizhou City? Is it because of Chu Lingfeng?"

"He was actually assassinated? This is too much of a coincidence!" A hint of surprise flashed in Feiyu's eyes, and then was replaced by an imperceptible joy.

Chu Lingfeng, that stubborn guy, has always been difficult for her to control, but Crown Prince Zhao Hao is different. He has a noble status and a simple mind, and is undoubtedly a chess piece that is easier to control.

Fei Yu knew very well that if she could find Zhao Hao before everyone else and escort him back to the capital safely, this life-saving grace would be enough to make her the most special person around the prince.

At that time, she would be able to legitimately intervene in the core of palace power as a benefactor.

As for Chu Lingfeng, he had already been infected with the spiritual poison by himself, and his life and death were at the mercy of his own thoughts, so there was nothing to be afraid of.

At that moment, Fei Yu no longer hesitated and ordered two maids to search for Zhao Hao!

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In another corner of the village, Zhao Wei had no idea that they had become the target of the witch Fei Yu's scheme. He was anxiously worried about the injured Zhao Hao.

At this moment, Zhao Hao had lost consciousness due to excessive blood loss and was hidden by Zhao Wei in a dark and damp cellar.

The cellar was filled with a mixed smell of decay and dirt. Zhao Wei stood guard by, his brow furrowed, and he was extremely anxious.

The secret guards he brought with him suffered heavy casualties in the previous brutal battle with the mysterious master, and most of them died.

In order to buy a chance of survival for Zhao Wei and the prince, the remaining secret guards fought desperately to cover their retreat, and now they have probably died heroically.

Zhao Hao's injuries were extremely serious, he was dying, and his life was hanging by a thread.

Zhao Wei knew very well that taking him to the clinic at this time would undoubtedly be walking into a trap. Since the mastermind behind the scenes had planned this assassination, he would definitely set up a tight net in all the clinics in the city, waiting for them to show up.

Once they appear, they will be mercilessly killed.

Zhao Wei paced back and forth in the small cellar, like an ant on a hot pan, but he had no good idea.

Time passed slowly in this suffocating atmosphere, and every second seemed to be infinitely stretched.

Suddenly, Zhao Hao uttered a faint groan and slowly woke up. A trace of confusion was in his eyes. As he sniffed the pungent smell of earth in the cellar, he gradually regained consciousness. Remembering what had happened before, he called out, "Zhao Wei."

"Prince, I'm here." Zhao Wei hurried to Zhao Hao's side, with a hint of surprise and relief in his voice.

Hearing Zhao Wei's response, Zhao Hao's tense nerves relaxed a little. He tried to move his body, but it affected the wound on his chest. The severe pain instantly hit him, making him gasp.

He took a breath, waited for the pain to subside, and said resolutely: "Zhao Wei, help me draw the sword."

When Zhao Wei heard this, his face suddenly changed and he cried out in shock, "Prince, you absolutely cannot do this!"

He knew in his heart that once the knife was pulled out, it would most likely cause heavy bleeding. Given the prince's current weak condition, he would almost certainly die, so he didn't dare to take the risk and could only delay.

"Stop talking nonsense and pull it out quickly." Zhao Hao's tone left no room for doubt. He already had a plan in mind.

As the crown prince, he shoulders the heavy responsibility of his family and country. He is definitely not a coward. When he draws his sword, he faces two outcomes: life or death. If he survives by chance, he will fight the mastermind to the end and find out the truth. If he dies unfortunately, he would rather not linger on like this and drag down Zhao Wei.

Zhao Wei was in extreme hesitation, his hands trembling slightly. He knew very well what the death of the prince meant. Not only would his own life be in danger, but the entire court would also fall into great turmoil. Various forces would take the opportunity to fight against each other, and countless people would die in this storm of power.

Just when Zhao Wei was hesitating, Zhao Hao suddenly reached out, grabbed Zhao Wei's wrist tightly, and used all his strength to pull it towards the hilt of the knife, with a look of determination to face death: "Prince!" Zhao Wei exclaimed.

"Pull out!" Zhao Hao urged again in a harsh voice, as if he had put life and death aside.

Zhao Wei gritted his teeth, gripped the knife handle tremblingly, slowly squatted down, staring at the wound that was still bleeding. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and pulled it out with all his strength.

With a "puff" sound, the dagger was unsheathed and blood spurted out like a fountain.

Zhao Wei hurriedly threw away the knife, quickly opened the last bottle of precious medicine, and sprinkled the powder on the wound.

However, the wound was too deep, and the blood quickly washed away most of the powder, and it continued to flow, with no sign of stopping the bleeding.

"Prince..." Zhao Wei called out desperately, his voice filled with tears. He watched Zhao Hao's face grow paler and paler, but he was powerless to do anything.

Seeing this, Zhao Hao's pale face actually smiled. He took advantage of the dim light that was slightly tainted with a foul smell, and looked at Zhao Wei with a dazed yet determined look. His voice was weak but every word was clear: "Don't be sad. Matters of life and death are already determined by fate."

He paused briefly, taking a deep breath. "If I truly cannot survive this, when I die, you must bury me right here on the spot and leave immediately. From now on, you will no longer be my Royal Guard. You can completely break free from the shackles of this identity, become your true self, and pursue the free life that belongs to you."

When Zhao Wei heard this, his heart was like a raging storm. He was both panicked and deeply touched.

The fate of royal secret guards like them has been closely linked to that of the princes and grandchildren since they were born.

From the moment they were chosen to follow their master, they were destined to be dependent on each other for life and death. They could only survive as long as their master was alive. If their master died, they would not live alone in the world.

But now that the prince had said such words, how could he not be extremely upset?

"Prince..." Zhao Wei's voice was trembling and choked.

"Zhao Wei, you are a living, breathing person, not a private possession for me to manipulate at will. If I die, you will not be required to follow the vulgar custom of burying someone alive with me. You must listen to me. If you insist on disobeying me, I will not forgive you, even in the underworld."

Although Zhao Hao's tone was gentle, it revealed an unquestionable determination.

"Prince, please do not speak any more. You will not die here. Even if I have to use up my last bit of strength, I will definitely save you."

Zhao Wei's eyes were red. How could he bear to let the master he protected with his life die in such a miserable way in this simple and cold cellar.

In his mind, the prince should be a person standing at the pinnacle of imperial power, respected by all people, and become a wise king whose name will go down in history. He should never have ended up in such a miserable way.

After saying that, Zhao Wei stood up suddenly. His gaze lingered briefly on Zhao Hao. Looking at the prince whose consciousness was gradually becoming blurred due to excessive blood loss, he felt heartbroken.

He took a deep breath, as if he had made some great decision, slowly stretched out his hand, and opened the cellar door that had been sealed for a long time.