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

"What is the purpose? As far as I know, the Second Prince has no one to support him."

Helian Nash's tone was somewhat unfriendly. It wasn't that he didn't trust Duan Yumou, but rather that he had already investigated several princes in Nanyang before coming here, and the one least likely to succeed to the throne was this Second Prince.

The second prince was born to Consort Shun. According to legend, when he was seven years old, Consort Shun was pushed into the lake by the six-year-old third prince, and drowned.

He originally intended to cause trouble for the Third Prince, but unexpectedly, the inner palace was already under the control of Consort An. Through Consort An's scheme, Duan Yumou was left unattended and neglected in the deep palace.

Later, however, he somehow caught the eye of General Weiyuan, who specially requested permission to take him to the border for five years of training.

After being summoned back to the capital, the second prince suddenly became idle and incompetent, spending his days indulging in pleasure and neglecting state affairs.

Even after spending five years at the border, the Second Prince remained true to his original intentions and continued to openly and secretly oppose the Third Prince.

Helian Nash truly couldn't understand why, at this crucial moment when Consort An was pregnant, they would deliberately go against the An family and send a woman to the Emperor. Wasn't that just courting death?

How do you know I have no one to support me?

Duan Yumou turned his head, his dark eyes swirling with ruthlessness, as if he wanted to devour people whole.

Helian Nash had heterochromatic yellow and blue eyes that gleamed eerily in the moonlight. He had once been a hostage in the Western Regions, sent to Nanyang for three years, so he understood these principles all too well.

However, for this matter to succeed, it requires not only ability but also the right timing.

The Emperor of Nanyang is currently in his prime, and his three sons are all exceptionally intelligent. It will likely take considerable effort for one of them to stand out from the crowd.

However, Helian Nash felt that the people of Nanyang, compared to the people of the Western Regions, were not only more meticulous in their thinking, but also more cunning in their methods.

The two stared at each other for a long time without saying a word.

Helian Nash slowly exhaled a breath of stale air. He really didn't have much mind to care about the secrets of the Nanyang royal family. After all, given Shen Mu's words today, the Nanman people might very well attack their Western Regions. He still needed to return to the Western Regions as soon as possible to prepare.

He cupped his hands and said, "I wish the Second Prince all the best in achieving his wish soon. It's getting late, so I'll take my leave."

He then nimbly flipped over the railing and jumped down to the ground floor. He glanced up at the Second Prince and then hurriedly left.

He also didn't want to spend much time with the Second Prince. Since he came to the capital, he had had contact with several princes, but the Second Prince was the one he disliked the most.

Duan Yumou thoughtfully observed the departing figure of Herlian Nash, and chuckled softly.

"Do you think I don't know who Young Master Helian cares about?"

His eyes flashed with murderous intent. He knew more than that incompetent Third Prince Liu Shan. Helian Nash's mother was a servant of the previous Khan's wife. As a servant, her son was naturally sent to Nanyang as a hostage in the Western Regions.

At that time, the emperor was busy with state affairs and had no time to deal with the hostage, so Prime Minister Pei took him back to the Pei residence to take care of him, where he stayed for three years.

Three years of living and working together, plus his stop in front of the Pei family's carriage when he entered the capital, all convinced Duan Yumou that Helian Nash had a close relationship with the two Pei family girls.

It's just a mystery which young lady this Khan of the Western Regions is infatuated with.

In the quiet of the night, Duan Yumou laughed so hard he could barely breathe, and suddenly collapsed to the ground.

He braced his hands on the ground and looked up into the darkness.

He wanted to see if he could fight against fate.

Inside the princess's mansion

"waste!"

Upon returning to the manor, Duan Yuyan swept the teacup off the table, her angry expression mirroring that of Duan Yuan, her eyes blazing with fury as if she wanted to devour someone.

"Princess, forgive me!"

Man'er knelt on the ground, but unexpectedly, the shards on the ground cut her knees, and blood seeped out.

Even so, she still lowered her head and dared not look at Duan Yuyan.

This princess was notoriously bad-tempered. She would often beat and scold her servants, even her personal maid who had served her for ten years, whose body was covered with countless wounds, large and small.

"Then tell me why you failed?"

Duan Yuyan plopped down, exhausted. She casually tossed the hairpins and ornaments in her hair aside. So much had happened on the Emperor's birthday today. She had thought her men should have succeeded long ago.

With the Mingyue Palace engulfed in flames, the Empress Dowager pregnant, and all the guards at the palace on the Emperor's birthday, it was the perfect opportunity to strike at the Thirteenth Prince.

"The man replied... that he couldn't find the person." Man'er's body trembled, and her voice grew even softer.

"Why is no one here?"

Duan Yuyan rubbed her forehead, feeling an unbearable headache. She picked up the hot tea brought by a maid, glanced at Man'er at her feet, and said with some impatience...

"That person went to his residence... Apart from a few maids and servants sweeping in the outer courtyard, there was no one in the inner courtyard at all."

"Then go find it!"

In a fit of rage, Duan Yuyan threw the hot tea in her hand forward, splashing the scalding tea all over Man'er's body, instantly turning her exposed skin bright red from the scalding tea.

She gritted her teeth, enduring the pain without making a sound, because she knew that if she cried out, Duan Yuyan would surely attack her again.

There was a precedent for this. A few years ago, a maid in the manor, who was the son of the Duke of Anguo, visited the princess's manor to serve tea. Duan Yuyan smashed her head with a vase and made her cry out. Duan Yuyan then sent her to a brothel under the pretext that she was trying to seduce the master.

As a result, all the maids and servants in the princess's mansion were like frightened birds. No matter how angry Duan Yuyan got or how furious she was with them, they dared not utter a sound.

"Yes……"

Man'er endured the excruciating pain and practically crawled out of the room.

Duan Yuyan's eyes instantly turned cold, filled with chilling killing intent.

She stared viciously at the shards on the ground. She couldn't believe that these useless bastards couldn't even kill a lowly commoner. What a bunch of scoundrels!

Today, the fact that her mother is pregnant is already infuriating enough for her, but to make matters worse, she still hasn't caught that damned commoner, Thirteen.

Nothing went smoothly tonight.

She sat in the chair, panting heavily, then, as if remembering something, a mocking glint appeared in her eyes, and she muttered to herself.

"However, I'm not the one who's the angrier today."

She watched as the maidservant hurried in and swept up the shards of porcelain from the floor. Her bright eyes quickly darkened again.

Although she didn't find an opportunity to deal with Thirteen tonight, she remembered that her brother had personally visited Thirteen before because Thirteen had asked for a pulse reading for their mother.

Compared to her, the princess, it was her good brother who hated Thirteen the most.

Being able to disobey the emperor's orders and allow the mother to regain favor and become pregnant again, it's likely that she won't even have a chance to act; the thirteenth prince's life will be directly strangled by his brother.

Thinking of this, a cold smile seemed to creep onto her face again.

"Someone come here!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than a maid entered from outside and asked, "What are your orders, Princess?"

“Call Man’er back; she doesn’t need to go on this matter.”

"Yes."