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Chapter 271: Torturing the Thirteenth Prince (52)

Facing Gu Qingqian's harsh questioning, Jiang Yan just shook his head slightly. His eyes were firm and resolute, as if he had already made up his mind.

He said slowly, "I have made up my mind, Sister Qingqian. I know you are worried about me, but my family is still controlled by them. I have no choice. I must go."

Jiang Yan's tone revealed a sense of helplessness and determination. He continued, "If we don't go, we'll just sit there and wait for death. But if we take a risk, we might still have a chance of survival."

Gu Qingqian was silent for a long time. She stared into Jiang Yan's eyes, as if she wanted to see through his true thoughts through those deep eyes.

Gu Qingqian: "Even so, have you ever considered that this journey might lead to your death?"

Jiang Yan's answer was without hesitation. He said firmly, "Even if death is the only thing waiting for me in the end, even if I might end up dying alone, I will definitely go."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Yan suddenly stepped forward and hugged Gu Qingqian tightly.

The hug was short and hasty, but it contained endless warmth and care.

Jiang Yan said softly, "Sister, go back and rest. No matter how dark the night is, the day will always come."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Yan quickly let go of his hand. His figure was like a ghost, dressed in black clothes, and he quickly turned into the alley next to him and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

Gu Qingqian stood there in a daze, as if she had been cast under a spell.

Her eyes stared straight ahead, as if they had lost focus, while tears flowed uncontrollably from her eyes like a flood bursting through a dam.

This was the first time Jiang Yan called her "Sister".

But it was in this kind of scene.

Gu Qingqian never thought that the boy who was always laughing and joking would become so mature and steady in an instant.

Jiang Yan's shoulders are not broad, and even a little thin like a teenager, but he is already able to carry many burdens on his own.

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The palace was heavily guarded, with a guard post every five steps and a sentry every ten steps. Although Jiang Yan had strong internal strength, it still took him a lot of effort to sneak in without being noticed.

After finally avoiding the heavy guards, Jiang Yan first reached the emperor's bedroom.

The bedroom was brightly lit with flickering candlelight, illuminating the entire room like daylight.

Jiang Yan tiptoed and lifted a tile to take a peek.

What caught his eye was the extremely luxurious golden couch. The old emperor was lying quietly on it, motionless, his life or death unknown.

In front of the couch, Prince Gong stood upright, his figure shrouded in the shadow of the candlelight, making it difficult to see his face and expression.

After a long while, Prince Gong finally spoke slowly. His voice was low and gloomy, as if it came from hell:

"Royal brother, have you ever thought that when you treated me so cruelly back then, would you have expected that your life and death would be in my hands today?"

His voice was hoarse, as if it had been honed with sandpaper.

According to rumors, during the struggle for the throne, the old emperor secretly poisoned Prince Gong.

Despite hundreds of attempts at treatment, Prince Gong finally survived, but he remained mute for several years.

Even though he was able to speak again now, the sound was still extremely unpleasant, like two pieces of rough bark rubbing against each other.