The Sickly Regent Prince Who Was Abandoned as a Substitute Bride

“Okay, then I’ll go to town and buy some clothes,” An Yi volunteered. “Our outfits are really too eye-catching.” With that, he turned to leave.

"Okay, go and come back quickly," Dongfang Wan'er instructed.

An nodded slightly, then vanished from everyone's sight in a flash. He sped along and soon arrived at a nearby town.

He entered a clothing store, selected several sets of ordinary merchant's attire, paid, and hurriedly left. Upon returning, he handed the clothes to everyone and helped them change.

Dongfang Wan'er wore a light blue long gown with a white belt, looking very elegant; An Er changed into a dark blue long robe with a jade pendant hanging at his waist, looking refined and cultured; An San wore a gray cloth shirt and carried a bundle, looking exactly like a traveling merchant.

“That’s good. Now we look like ordinary businessmen.” Dongfang Wan’er nodded in satisfaction, praising An Yi’s judgment.

“Yes, that way we won’t be easily discovered by the enemy,” An Er agreed.

"Alright, let's set off then," Dongfang Wan'er ordered. And so, the group embarked on their journey towards Ye Jiuchen's villa…

Meanwhile, An Er was rushing towards the capital. He wanted to bring false information back to the capital to mislead the enemy and make them believe that Ye Jiuchen was dead.

Along the way, An Er carefully avoided the enemy's eyes and quietly infiltrated the capital. In an inn in the city, he found a bodyguard who was supposed to meet him and passed on the false information.

"Make sure this news gets out so everyone knows," An Er instructed.

"Yes, I understand," the guard nodded in response.

Afterwards, An Er set off again to reunite with Dongfang Wan'er and the others. Meanwhile, the guard began spreading false information as planned, attempting to mislead the enemy.

Several days later, a somber atmosphere permeated the Night King's mansion. Everyone in the mansion wore mourning clothes to mourn the "death" of Ye Jiuchen.

The imperial palace, shrouded in night, was solemn and mysterious. Inside Ye Erxiao's study, the atmosphere was heavy. After receiving the message from his secret guards, Ye Erxiao's face showed disbelief: "Is what you said true...?"

The guard respectfully replied, "Your Majesty, I personally took action and saw him fall to the ground before leaving..." Upon hearing this, a hint of surprise and excitement flashed in Ye Erxiao's eyes.

"Hahahaha, well done! I will reward you handsomely!" Ye Erxiao laughed excitedly, his voice echoing throughout the room. Previous assassination attempts had all failed, but this time he had finally succeeded.

Ye Erxiao, curious, pressed the guard for an answer: "How did you kill him...?"

The guard answered truthfully, "Your Majesty, we weren't entirely confident of success in this assassination attempt, given the Regent's powerful influence and numerous subordinates. However, according to our scouts, a woman appeared beside the Regent, and the Regent was killed by an arrow while protecting her. Therefore, I seized the opportunity and struck the Regent in a vital spot with an arrow."

Upon hearing this, Ye Erxiao burst into laughter: "Hahahaha, I never expected that Ninth Brother would be such a romantic! In that case, you immediately go to the Regent's Palace and keep watch to see if the situation is true. If you confirm that the Regent is dead, return immediately to report."

The guards obeyed and left, while Ye Erxiao sat alone in the imperial study, immersed in joy. This news was undoubtedly a great relief to him, meaning he had finally gotten rid of a major worry.

Yet, deep down, he couldn't help but lament the capriciousness of fate. Who could have imagined that the once all-powerful regent would ultimately lose his life because of a woman?

"Yes……"

After receiving their orders, the guards vanished like ghosts, lurking near the Regent's Palace, concealing their presence and closely monitoring every move within. Several days passed, and sure enough, mournful music drifted from the palace, as if the entire palace was immersed in grief.

In the imperial court, the crowd was abuzz with discussion, shocked and saddened by the passing of the Ninth Prince. The Left Prime Minister was even more incredulous, his eyes wide as he stared ahead in disbelief.

"Your Majesty, I wish to thoroughly investigate this matter, find the real culprit, and avenge the Ninth Prince!" the Left Prime Minister said, filled with grief and indignation.

The emperor frowned and replied in a heavy tone, "Left Prime Minister, the Regent is my younger brother, and we have a deep bond. I am deeply saddened to hear this news. I have already sent people to investigate this matter and will certainly give the Ninth Prince an explanation." As he finished speaking, a trace of worry and helplessness appeared in the emperor's eyes.

However, the Left Chancellor was not satisfied with this and continued to press, "Has Your Majesty found any clues?"

The emperor shook his head, indicating that there was currently no conclusive evidence pointing to the murderer. The Left Chancellor was extremely anxious but helpless. Ultimately, the matter had to be temporarily shelved, pending further investigation results.

Three days later, Ye Jiuchen finally woke up from his coma.

He suddenly opened his eyes, looked around in confusion, and muttered to himself, "Where am I? Wasn't I already dead?" The last scene in his memory was still vivid; he remembered committing suicide on the city wall and then losing consciousness. At this moment, he felt weak and powerless, as if all his strength had been drained away.

Ye Jiuchen tried to sit up, but a sharp pain struck him, causing him to groan. He looked down at his chest and saw that it was wrapped in thick bandages, and it seemed that a strange energy was healing his injuries.

Ye Jiuchen's face darkened, his eyes flashing with anger and confusion. He couldn't understand why he had survived; who had saved him?

Ye Jiuchen slowly opened his eyes, feeling extremely dizzy. He looked around and realized he was lying in a speeding carriage. Wan'er? How could Wan'er be here? Ye Jiuchen was filled with confusion.

Suddenly, a sharp pain struck him, causing him to clutch his chest and wince in agony.

"Cough cough..." Ye Jiuchen couldn't help but cough, trying to relieve the excruciating pain.

At this moment, Dongfang Wan'er, who was taking a nap, was awakened by the noise.

She anxiously moved closer to Ye Jiuchen and asked with concern, "Ye Jiuchen, how are you feeling? Is anything bothering you?" After saying that, she gently stroked Ye Jiuchen's forehead to check if the temperature was normal, and then carefully examined the wound on his chest.

"Thank goodness, the wound isn't infected. You've finally woken up." After confirming that Ye Jiuchen's condition was stable, Dongfang Wan'er breathed a sigh of relief, then turned around and sat back down, taking a sip of water to moisten her parched throat.