"Nonsense! Murder in front of the door, right before the Mid-Autumn Festival? Isn't this just asking for trouble?"

Prince Jin still had some sense, but Princess Changning was clearly out of her mind after all this, and all she wanted was to have some peace and quiet.

"What's there to be afraid of? They're just lowly commoners, nothing more than ants on the ground. If we crush them, so be it. What big waves can they possibly make?"

Hearing his daughter's almost insane words, Prince Jin's face darkened.

"Hmph, you haven't done anything yet, and people are already inciting the people to cause trouble at the gate of the Prince's Mansion. If it's really as you say, killing the chicken to scare the monkey, I'm afraid that before tomorrow, His Majesty's desk will be piled high with memorials impeaching me tonight. The power granted to you by the imperial family can also be taken back. If you were no longer a princess, how do you think you would be any different from those lowly commoners outside?"

Changning looked at her father with dissatisfaction, asking why he was comparing her to a commoner.

It's too much!

If the other party were not her father, she probably would have already taken action. Therefore, although she remained silent, she was filled with anger and then spoke.

"If Father won't help, then so be it. Why tarnish your daughter's reputation like this? You lowly commoner? How dare you compare yourself to me?"

"Changning! You mustn't speak to your father like that!"

Princess Jin offered a word of advice from the side, saying that her daughter was hard-won, so the couple doted on her and she had never wanted anything from childhood to adulthood.

They had openly and secretly expressed their desire to form a marriage alliance with the Marquis of Haibo's family, but the other party hesitated to respond. This led to their attempts to discredit Haijin, which resulted in a deep grudge between them and the Marquis of Haibo's family.

At first, they also wondered if the Marquis of Haibo's mansion was manipulating things behind the scenes.

But no matter how much I thought about it, something still felt off.

If they really wanted revenge, why wait so long? And why choose such a method? Therefore, although no one in the Haibo Marquis's mansion was affected, to be honest, neither Prince Jin nor Princess Jin believed that the other side was behind it.

After all, Changning is arrogant and has caused a lot of trouble over the years.

The result of having many enemies is that there are also many people who will kick you when you're down.

For example, this time, many families had severed ties with the Prince Jin's Mansion, but no one spoke up to explain for them. It's truly a cold and heartless world!

"Alright, you'll stay quietly in the manor for the next few days. Don't go out and wander around. The Mid-Autumn Festival banquet in the palace is just around the corner. It's not good to cause trouble. Do you understand?"

Prince Jin gave the order sternly, and even though Princess Changning was unwilling, she could only lower her head and agree.

Upon seeing this, Prince Jin quickly left.

Princess Jin stroked her daughter's hair and said soothingly.

"Don't blame your father for being angry. This matter has become too big of a fuss. Some officials have already submitted memorials pointing out the faults of our Prince Jin's Mansion. So you should just stay quiet these days, understand?"

"Who is it? Has the audacity to submit a memorial to sow discord between our Prince's Mansion and His Majesty?"

Princess Jin snorted coldly, and then said.

"Aren't censors just gossipy women? They can't stand seeing others do well and always have to stir up trouble. Your father is already preparing to go to the palace to defend you and say that this matter has nothing to do with you, so listen to me, understand?"

"Listen to me"—that was the last word Princess Changning wanted to hear at that moment.

Unfortunately, she couldn't find out who was behind her harm, so she could only endure the temporary calm. But she was by no means someone who liked to swallow the bitter fruit of evil in silence, so vengeance was in her nature.

The commotion outside didn't cause any real harm to the Prince Jin's residence. After the crowd had gathered for two or three hours without anyone coming forward to deal with it, they gradually dispersed.

When the news reached the Eastern Palace, Crown Prince Shen Song'an was playing a game of chess with his left and right hands.

Each holding a piece, they had already gained insight into the myriad aspects of the world while sitting quietly.

The bright yellow python robe embroidered with a four-clawed golden dragon made him exude a sharp and majestic aura. His hair was tied up with a pearl and jade hair ornament, and the lustrous pearls added to his noble air. However, if you got closer, a cold and ruthless feeling from the bottom of his heart would overflow.

Once the black piece is placed, the white pieces will lose the entire game.

"Your Highness, Prince Jin has secretly ordered his men to ambush and teach Lord Zhang a lesson. I have already ordered them to keep an eye on him. Should we try to stop him?"

"Leave no one alive, and spread this news further. I want to see if the Prince Jin's Mansion can control everything!"

"Yes."

The one who answered was Haiyu, the second young master of the Marquis's mansion. In the Eastern Palace, he was the deputy captain of the Crown Prince's personal guard. After receiving the order, he personally led his men to ambush the enemy.

He had long wanted to take action against the Prince Jin's residence, but unfortunately, he had never had any solid evidence over the years.

Now that the Crown Prince has collected all their evil deeds, to borrow His Highness the Crown Prince's words, they will be killed with a single blow. Therefore, from now on, it is the countdown to the death of the Prince Jin's Mansion!

Princess Changning, we'll take our revenge slowly!

He left the East Palace quickly and disappeared in no time.

That night, all was quiet.

There was no curfew in Bianzhou city, but the bustle of the market did not reach the places where officials gathered, so apart from the patrolling soldiers and night watchmen, there was nothing else on the road.

Zhang Tianyou sat wearily in the sedan chair. Today, he had entered the palace to plead for the people and file a lawsuit against Prince Jin's mansion. He had engaged in a heated debate with Prince Jin before His Majesty and maintained a high level of enthusiasm throughout the day, which naturally left him exhausted.

He rubbed his temples, thinking that he still had to write more memorials and submit them to the emperor when he got home.

Just as he was starting to understand the situation, the sedan chair suddenly came to a stop, startling him. He lifted the curtain and saw that the servants carrying the sedan chair were all ashen-faced with fear. He stared intently at the men in black in front of him, sneered, and shouted.

"What? Prince Jin can't win an argument with me in the palace, so he's resorting to underhanded tactics? What's the meaning of sending people to block my way here? Does he intend to kill me to vent his anger?"

He was a lone minister anyway, so he didn't care about dying at all.

Even in death, he wanted to die a worthy death!

His upright and righteous aura contrasted sharply with the cowardly servants, making even the leader of the men in black somewhat wary. His blunt words made it difficult for them to make a move.

The prince meant to teach him a lesson, not to actually kill him!

So after thinking it over, he decided that it would be more appropriate to cut off one of his arms or legs, and then he spoke with a cold look in his eyes.

"Lord Zhang's composure in the face of danger is admirable. However, since you've taken the money, you're obligated to solve the problem. I'm sorry, but you'll have to leave one of your hands or feet behind today!"

Having said that, he brandished his sword and charged forward.

Zhang Tianyou wasn't afraid of death, let alone losing his hands and feet. But just because he wasn't afraid didn't mean he would accept it calmly. As the men in black rushed forward, he forcefully shot the hidden arrows in his sleeve at three of them.

A direct hit to the forehead, a fatal blow!

This was a self-defense skill he had practiced diligently at home for many years without ever making a mistake. He thought he would never have the chance to use it in his life, but unexpectedly, it came in handy today!

The servants had long since fled in fright, leaving him alone, sitting motionless in the sedan chair.

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