Sludge suction system

In the ornately decorated yet gloomy study of the Eastern Palace, Crown Prince Lan Yan paced back and forth with his hands behind his back, his face grim. His eyes were like the solid ice at the bottom of a deep pool, cold and piercing, revealing endless ruthlessness. His thin lips were tightly pressed together, as if he could utter a fatal curse at any moment.

"Sir, the wedding of the Fourth Prince, Lan Feng, will surely be a time when all eyes are on us. This is a golden opportunity that I cannot miss." Crown Prince Lan Yan finally stopped, his eyes filled with ruthlessness and determination, a ruthlessness that seemed to penetrate walls and reach the heart. "That Hua Xiang, hmph, if I can spread the news that she is carrying my child now, and then take the opportunity to get rid of Lan Feng, my position as Crown Prince will be secure. What I cannot have, no one else can have. Lan Feng dares to compete with me, and I will make him pay a terrible price. His life, death, honor, and disgrace are all in my hands. Anyone who dares to block my path will only face death."

Qian Wenyuan raised his head slightly, his eyes flickering, and slowly said, "Your Highness, this matter needs to be considered carefully. The Fourth Prince's wedding will be heavily guarded. If we want to harm him, we need to find a way to divert the guards around him first. As for Hua Xiang's matter, we need solid evidence before we can make it public. Otherwise, it will be difficult to convince the public and may even backfire."

Crown Prince Lan Yan waved his hand impatiently, the gesture carrying an undeniable domineering and ruthless air: "I don't care about these things. Sir, you are exceptionally intelligent and will surely devise a comprehensive plan. As for Hua Xiang, I have already secretly arranged for someone to approach her, and on the day of the wedding, the news will explode like a thunderclap. As for Lan Feng, in the chaos of the wedding, taking his life will not be difficult. Poison, assassins—one of these methods will surely work. I will make him fall into the abyss at the height of his glory, and let his blood become the stepping stone for me to ascend the throne. All those who stand in my way will be ruthlessly crushed by me."

Qian Wenyuan coughed lightly and advised in a low voice, "Your Highness, please do not be hasty. To plot against a prince is a serious crime. If there is the slightest mistake, the whole thing will be lost. It would be better to start with Hua Xiang. We can secretly bribe the people around her to forge some evidence and letters. When the time is right, we can suddenly reveal it at the wedding. As for the Fourth Prince, we can first secretly tamper with his food and lodging to make him feel unwell on the wedding day, thus weakening his guard, and then we can carry out the murder."

Crown Prince Lan Yan nodded slightly upon hearing this, a sinister smile appearing on his face, a smile like that of a wolf hunting for prey in the dark: "Sir, this plan is acceptable. We will proceed as you say and make arrangements immediately. This time, we must ensure that Lan Feng suffers a crushing defeat. I will let the whole world know that those who oppose me will never have a good end. They will soon have a profound understanding of my methods. In this palace, I, the Crown Prince, am the one who holds the power of life and death."

At this moment, Hua Xiang, who was waiting to be married in the Hua Mansion, stroked her still-developing belly, her face showing a worried expression. She was struggling with how to get rid of the Crown Prince without letting her beloved Lan Feng discover what she had done. She was truly caught in a dilemma.

Just as she was deep in thought, a carrier pigeon suddenly flew in through the window. She recognized it as the pigeon the Crown Prince had sent her. She took the letter from the pigeon's leg, unfolded it, and read: "Hurry up and get Lan Feng's secret guard token, or else you'll be beaten to death!"

"How cruel! I'm carrying his child, yet he still treats me like an ant. One day, I'll make the Crown Prince taste the torment of poison." Hua Xiang tore the envelope in her hand to shreds and quickly threw it into the brazier, where it disappeared.

"Xiao Zha, what do you think will happen to the Crown Prince, Hua Xiang, and Lan Feng? Will they fight like dogs?" Hua Xiang looked at the remote screen with surprise and asked Xiao Zha curiously.

"Host, according to Xiao Zha's analysis, the Crown Prince is very likely to ruin Lan Feng's reputation on the day of the Fourth Prince's wedding. As for Hua Xiang, she is already pregnant with the Crown Prince's child, yet she is still infatuated with marrying the Fourth Prince. The Fourth Prince, Lan Feng, should also taste the bitterness of being framed." After listening to what Xiao Zha said, Hua Yu seemed to understand something.

"I wonder how Hua Xiang will retaliate? I'm inexplicably looking forward to it! Haha..." Hua Yu rested her chin on her hand and chuckled foolishly.

The scene shifts, and Hua Xiang's figure appears on Xiao Zha's panel.

In the exquisite and magnificent hall of the Fourth Prince's mansion, Hua Xiang moved with light, graceful steps, her eyes flashing with cunning and calculation. She walked up to the Fourth Prince, Lan Feng, gave a slight curtsy, and said in a sweet voice, "Your Highness, you are about to marry me, and I am very concerned about the safety of this mansion. I have heard that Your Highness possesses a secret guard token, which can mobilize the most secretive and elite forces in the mansion. I think Your Highness might grant me one, so that I can share Your Highness's burdens and do my part in this mansion." Her words were earnest, and her expression was pitiful, as if she truly only cared about the mansion.

Fourth Prince Lan Feng looked at Hua Xiang in front of him. Although he had some doubts, considering that they were about to get married and that Hua Xiang's words were reasonable, he hesitated for a moment and then took out a secret guard token from his bosom and handed it to her: "In that case, my beloved consort, please take it and keep it safe."

Clutching the secret guard token given to her by the Fourth Prince Lan Feng, Hua Xiang's heart pounded as she hurried into the secluded courtyard where they had agreed to meet. The moonlight was dappled, and Crown Prince Lan Yan stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes gleaming with greed and anticipation in the darkness. Hua Xiang moved with light, graceful steps, her robes fluttering slightly, until she reached the Crown Prince, then feigned shyness and lowered her head slightly.

"Your Highness, I have fulfilled my mission." She whispered, her voice trembling slightly, and slowly took out the dark guard token that emitted a cold, eerie light from her sleeve, and handed it to the Crown Prince.

The moment Crown Prince Lan Yan's already cold and stern face saw Hua Xiang hand over the secret guard token, his eyes blazed with a ravenous, greedy light, like a hungry wolf eyeing its prey. He stared intently at the token. He impatiently reached out, his long, slender fingers trembling slightly with excitement, and snatched the token, gripping it tightly in his palm as if it were not a piece of metal, but a pass to supreme power. His lips curled into a sinister, triumphant smile, a smile brimming with the madness and arrogance of someone about to control everything. The ferocity and decisiveness in his eyes sent chills down one's spine, as if all things in the world had become ants beneath his feet, to be trampled and manipulated at will.

Hua Xiang's eyes followed Crown Prince Lan Yan's movements. When she saw his hand grip the token tightly like a hungry hawk pouncing on its prey, her heart clenched. Her eyes instantly dimmed, as if her soul had been ripped away. She stared blankly at the Crown Prince, her face filled with worry. Her brows furrowed, forming a deep furrow between them—an outward manifestation of her inner turmoil and unease.

She bit her lower lip lightly, until a faint taste of blood spread on her tongue, yet she felt no pain. Helplessness overwhelmed her like a tidal wave; she knew she was trapped in a quagmire, unable to extricate herself. Her shoulders slumped slightly, as if weighed down by an invisible burden, making it hard to breathe. Her hands hung limply at her sides, her fingers unconsciously twisting together. She silently lamented her fate, ensnared by power, for this dangerous, irreversible transaction.

"This show is getting more and more exciting!" Hua Yu couldn't help but clap her hands. Watching the image gradually disappear on the panel, Hua Yu now had an even more interesting plan.