Poisonous Goddess: I'm just lazing around in the mortal realm.

Duan Yuchuan's expression suddenly turned serious. He glanced around and then turned and went into the house.

"Your Highness..."

Yongcheng was somewhat worried, so he followed them into the house.

Inside the house, the servants had already cleaned the entire room, and the soft candlelight flickered, gently illuminating the study.

"Your Highness, were you implying that the jewels from the palace were unclean?"

Yongcheng gently closed the study door, walked to the desk, and looked at Duan Yuchuan, who was already seated.

Today he was dressed in an extremely low-key blue-black outfit, clearly indicating that he had secretly left the palace to report back.

Duan Yuchuan leaned back in his mahogany armchair, his expression serene.

"Don't forget that there's a low-profile Consort Ning in Chengqian Palace."

"Your Highness means that Consort Ning tampered with these jewels?"

Yongcheng looked puzzled. Even though he had served Duan Yuchuan in the deep palace for so long, he had rarely heard of Consort Ning being involved in matters of the previous dynasty.

Not to mention that Tao Dehai was acting on the Emperor's orders, representing the concubines in the palace to deliver wedding gifts to Duan Yuchuan. With such a grand display, how could Consort Ning dare to cause any trouble here?

Duan Yuchuan let out a soft sigh, as if he had expected this all along, and said in a deep voice...

"The other day, Prime Minister Pei had a dispute with the Emperor in the Imperial Study. This woman probably thinks that I was behind it. Sending this gift is just giving her a good opportunity."

"Didn't Prime Minister Pei argue with the Emperor that the Crown Prince was not suitable for this expedition to the Southern Barbarians?" Yongcheng naturally knew about the argument in the Imperial Study. It was because of that argument that Prime Minister Pei and his entourage were forced into the expedition to the Southern Barbarians.

Leaving aside Prime Minister Pei, Imperial Censor Hai was already over fifty years old, with gray hair, and a meritorious official who had assisted the late emperor. How could such an important minister be forcibly sent by the emperor to fight in the southern barbarians?

This naturally drew criticism from the court.

"Do you really think that old fox will side with me? You should know that I'm practically a cripple now." Duan Yuchuan was well aware of his own position and knew that he was no match for the current Crown Prince.

Even at the height of his power, he was still somewhat inferior to the Crown Prince.

"Your Highness means that Prime Minister Pei did this on purpose? But why would he do such a thing, angering the Emperor so much? Coupled with his previous proposal for his second daughter's marriage, he has completely become a thorn in the Emperor's side."

Yongcheng frowned slightly, and the long scar on his face looked even more terrifying.

Although he knew in his heart that the Third Prince's residence could no longer compete with the Crown Prince, otherwise he would not have publicly agreed to cooperate with the Fourth Princess.

But right now, their most important task is to ensure that the emperor has no one to rely on.

If Prime Minister Pei and the Emperor are truly estranged, then sowing discord between Duke Anguo and the Emperor would be a piece of cake.

“Only Prime Minister Pei knows about this. But I think he’s deliberately trying to leave the capital, this place of trouble.” Duan Yuchuan leaned back, sinking into his chair.

Now, with elixirs by his side, he has become increasingly gloomy.

Yongcheng looked up at Duan Yuchuan, who was in a daze, and asked in confusion.

"If that's really the case, wouldn't Prime Minister Pei's departure be in line with our plan?" He thought of the instructions his master had given him. Although he had been immersed in the inner palace for many years and had become numb to it, he thought of the instructions he had given him.

But in the end, he still couldn't bring himself to harm him.

"Let's not talk about him for now. How is my sister doing? The Crown Prince has been away from the capital for a few days now, so there should still be about ten days left until the Fourth Princess's wedding."

Duan Yuchuan composed himself, instantly withdrawing his effeminate expression.

When he looked up at Yongcheng, everything was clear and bright.

Yongcheng quickly nodded to him.

"It's all arranged. I imagine that the Fourth Princess... has already fallen for the person we found in the last few days."

Duan Yuchuan's eyes lit up when he heard Yongcheng's words. He leaned back in his chair, intrigued.

"But really? My sister's perspective won't be changed so easily, will it?"

"Yes, Your Highness. I have personally confirmed it. If the plan proceeds as scheduled, I believe the Fourth Princess will willingly marry into the Western Regions."

Yongcheng lowered his head, even he hadn't expected Duan Yuchuan to be so ruthless.

He actually found a fake Khan of the Western Regions to seduce his own sister!

"In that case, let's proceed according to plan. By the way, have you heard any news about Mr. Thirteen recently?"

Duan Yuchuan slowly stood up, his eyes glancing at the neatly arranged memorials on the table.

"Not yet. Your mother mentioned it too, and she wanted to send people to look for her. But it seems she suddenly disappeared..."

"Since even my mother cannot be found, it is unlikely that I will be able to find her now either."

Duan Yuchuan unfolded the folded document on the table, which contained the memorial his maternal grandfather wanted to submit to the emperor.

He sent people to stop it halfway.

"Do we still need to send someone to keep an eye on Prime Minister Pei? Commander Shen has sent people to protect him along the way, so our people can't get close for a while."

"Follow, but don't get too close."

Duan Yuchuan closed the folded document, his deep eyes filled with coldness.

He began to speak softly.

"I don't think we need to do anything about this; someone will naturally be unable to resist."

Fengyazhai Upper Room

Duan Yumou, who rarely goes out for drinks, is dressed in a blue brocade robe and sits on a soft couch.

Her long, thick, black hair fell to either side of her, giving her a casual and relaxed appearance, but her clothes were impeccably tidy.

Not far away, a girl dressed in pink and green, holding a sword, sat down at the round table furthest away from Duan Yumou.

Duan Yumou, slightly drunk, gripped his wine cup and looked across at the other side.

"If you're asking for my help with this attitude, how can I possibly assist you?"

The girl's face turned ashen upon hearing this. She glanced awkwardly at the sword in her hand and slowly spoke.

"I came to you because I wanted to make a deal with you. Our relationship is only slightly better than that of strangers."

"Snapped--"

The fine wine cup was instantly crushed to pieces.

Scalding hot blood gushed from Duan Yumou's fingertips, dripping onto the soft couch and staining it like plum blossoms.

His face was extremely cold, as if it had been frozen in time.

"you……"

The girl was speechless when she saw him like this.

Even she hadn't expected Duan Yumou's reaction to be so strong!

Duan Yumou composed himself, as if realizing that he had lost control of his temper just now, and quickly lowered his head to look at his hand that was still bleeding.

He calmly took out a pink handkerchief from his pocket and hastily wrapped it around his injured left hand.

"You still keep it?"

The girl's face stiffened, and she couldn't help but widen her eyes, staring intently at the handkerchief in Duan Yumou's hand.

That's her stuff...

Duan Yumou casually lowered his left hand, chuckled, and slowly raised his head.

"Don't you know the origin of this handkerchief?"