The explosion quickly attracted the army. Lei Baofei rushed over on a horse, looking grave and serious.
The street was chaotic, broken pieces of rocks and dirt had flown all over the place. YeZhizhou's head was covered with sweat as he crouched by the road, wrapping a child wounded from the explosion. Yan Mingyong was behind him, instructing De'an with something.
"Your highness!" Lei Baofei dismounted from his horse and strode over; he performed a formal greeting with his hands cupped. "May his highness, the eighth prince, leave immediately. Another earthquake usually follows after one has occurred. This place is not safe."
Yan Mingyong glanced at YeZhizhou, who was focused on wrapping people's wounds, and shook his head, "Noneed. Also, it's not an earthquake. Clean up the street, then surround Chuan Yuerestaurant, but first place the wounded and physicians in the nearby tavern. Themedicines are on the way and will be here soon."
"We'll talk in detail later. Move the wounded people first." Yan Mingyong turned his wheelchair to YeZhizhou's side and bent down to stroke his head, "Le'er, physicians will be here soon, I'll let someone move the child to the tavern, you rest for a while."
In the middle of tying the gauze in place, he turned to look at Yan Mingyong and Lei Baofei, then stood up while wiping his sweat and nodded, "Okay, we'll also go to the tavern." He looked at Lei Baofei while talking. He didn't have the mood to do the mission at the moment, so he spoke briefly, "Beg Lord Lei to handle the matters here, his highness and I shall leave first."
This is thefirst timeLei Baofei met this book companion of the eighth prince. Seeing this calm and steady face that was unlike a repulsive appearance, An Chengjie described, he felt a complex emotion in his heart. His attitude became warmer, and he cupped his hands to answer him, "Young lord, An needn't be so courteous, farewell."
[Probability of Lei Baofei falling in love with the protagonist dropped to5%, may the host persist in his efforts.]
YeZhizhou gawked, then glanced at Lei Baofei, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. His heavy mood lifted a bit, and his expression revealed a smile. "See you later, Lord Lei." This Lei Baofei, every time he appears, his love probability drops a little more; he's such a generous little angel.
"Le'er." Yan Mingyong tightly grabbed his hand, and he looked at Lei Baofei with a deep gaze. "We'll return to the palace shortly. I'm afraid we won't see Lord Lei again."
It was only a few words of pleasantries, why did herelapse! YeZhizhou unhappily pinched his hand, then turned to push his wheelchair. Henodded toLei Baofei, then walked towards the tavern. He walked until they were out of Lei Baofei's earshot and swatted at Yan Mingyong's head. "You little vinegar jar. With your bratty attitude, if not me, nobody would want you!"
Yan Mingyong was indignant. "I don't want any other anyway!"
"But there will definitely be other people for me."
"Whodares!" Yan Mingyong forcefully hit the armrest, about to explode. "We'll go back to Wen Quan villa now! Right away! De'an, let the servants ready our carriage! We'll go back and marry there!"
Only nutjobs would want to go back to that villa; there's only one person to talk to there: Yan Mingyong! And marriage? YeZhizhou tugged on those ears while grinding his own teeth, "Spare the rod, spoil the kid. Are you still thinking of marriage? Have you even grown up there?"
Yan Mingyong held onto the impudent hand on his ears, red-faced and gnashing his teeth, "I am no longer a little boy."
"That so?" He started pulling away and found he couldn't break away. Hesnorted, "With your small body, can you perform in bed?"
Yan Mingyong stiffened and was subdued. Pleased, YeZhizhou pinched his face, finally stopped provoking him, and wheeled him away. De'an, who was following behind the two people walking peacefully, looked at YeZhizhou with a deep look. He lowered his head silently, as the person who served under the Eighth Prince, from small, he can say for sure that though the Eighth Prince's body is not healthy, he was already a full-fledged adult...
After settling the wounded people and the affected families at the tavern, they both headed straight back to the palace. Yan Mingyong went to meet with the emperor. YeZhizhou closed the palace's gate, then took out the small pouch of explosive hemadewhile staying at Wen Quan villa and gently placed it on the table.
Without the network, the spiritual force couldn't cover a wider range. He hadn't got thechancetoput someof his spiritual force on the protagonist, so wanting to search for the protagonist's location now is very hard. That fire was aimed at Chuan Yue, but the explosion afterwards was for Mingyong and his carriage, most likely the protagonist found out the person pitting him in the dark was himself…. The situation was far from good. Originally, he thought if he just tossed him around and out of the capital, which was the centre of the story, and also prevented him from making those bombs and offering them up to the seventh prince, this world would be as good as saved, but now... There are still two flags remaining; the bomb also appeared in this flashy manner. An Chengjiewas hiding in some hole, the seventh prince's circumstances were not clear....
Yan Mingyong returned from visiting the emperor. He saw the inner palace gate closed shut and turned his head to De'an. He left to keep watch by YeZhizhou, "Le'er shut himself in there all this time?"
"Young lord An hasn't come out since he entered."
His brows knitted. He rose from his wheelchair and pushed the gate open. His gaze swept over the interior, and when he caught sight of the figure near the table, his tense heart relaxed. Yan Mingyong strode in, took the man into his embrace, and rubbed against his ears, "Still unhappy?" As he spoke, his line of sight fell on the small pouch on the table, and his expression changed. He quickly poured tea on it and held YeZhizhou away from the table while shouting at the door, "Guards, search all of Yong Yan! Pour water on any suspicious items you find!"
YeZhizhou was startled awake by his movements. Several Zijinguards swooshed into the interior, they took the drenched explosive and were about to speedily leave. He hurriedly shouted, "No! Leave that there, my formula is still in there!"
One of the Zijinguards walking out stopped and took the wet bombs back, glancing at Yan Mingyong.
Yan Mingyong clung to YeZhizhou's hand tightly, nodding his head after a moment's hesitation.
After the Zijinguards left, YeZhizhou broke free of Yan Mingyong's hold and opened the wet bomb; he took out a sheet of paper from inside it. The writing was blurred from being drenched. He handed it over toYan Mingyong, "For you, this is the formula for the explosives. What you thought was an earthquake was caused by this thing."
Theemotions inYan Mingyong's eyes looking at him were hard to make
out. "This is what you made? It's for me?"
"Mm." YeZhizhou lowered his eyes to cover emotions showing up in them, "The explosion this morning was from An Chengjie using these. We have to catch him. Also, they might appear at the autumn hunt in a few days; we need to keep this in mind." The love probability of that seventh prince didn't drop one bit, so the plot where he and the protagonist meet at the autumn hunt most probably won't change. If he doesn't meet him, then that's all good, but if they do meet… he will make him pay dearly!
Yan Mingyong took the wet paper, and suddenly his lips pulled up in a smile, "Indeed, need to keep this in mind."
YeZhizhou felt his smile looked somewhat strange, he eyed him with some misgivings, "What is it?"
"Le'er." He put down the formula and moved closer to hold him; the smile on his face grew increasingly bright and wide. "Did you guess that An Chengjiewould collude with the seventh brother from way before? When you just entered the palace, you sneaked into his room and left him a slip of paper — that wasn't because you fell for him, but because you wanted to approach him and later prevent them from working together, right?"
What's all this and that.... Not right! He pulled back and lowered his head to look at him, surprised, his entire face, "You knew that I left a note in the seventh prince's room?"
"I knew." Yan Mingyong's dark eyes flashed with a strange gleam. His hands loosened abruptly, and he took out a small wooden sphere from his sleeves, shaking it as his smile distorted. "How can I allow others to receive a love letter you wrote before I could?"
YeZhizhou looked at the wooden ball wrapped around his noteinYan Mingyong's hand, then at his distorted smile. He held his forehead and howled, "Nowonder seventh princenever responded….. Have you been monitoring An Chengjie all this time? Don't tell me they got together already?!"
"Le'er really is smart." Yan Mingyong put away the wooden ball and walked up to hug him. He planted a kiss on his cheek, "The people Chengjie got to make explosives with him are my people. At first, I was only curious what he wanted to do by sneaking back to the capital city and didn't expect him to make this device of large-scale destruction….. Though I thought it a pleasant surprise."
Still pleasantly surprised? It all but exploded right over your head, and you still feel pleasant? He had been annoyed before, but it's his first time being annoyed to this point! Nowonder the protagonist finished the bomb even faster without the seventh prince's help! He didn't have one Seventh Prince, but he still had one Eighth Prince! Truly wicked!
YeZhizhou lost his temper. He sat down on the chair and tore off the boy sticking to him. "Give me a clear explanation, whether it is An Chengjie or the seventh prince, what else are you doing behind my back! You.. You want to anger me!"
Yan Mingyong tightly held him, not letting go, his face rubbed the place between his neck and shoulders, and he shut his eyes contentedly, "Le'er, you're really smart. You can also make explosives. Sure enough, An Chengjie has nothing on you."
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"Has the seventh prince colluded with An Chengjie? Tell me clearly! When did they start working together?"
"Tomorrow I will ask the imperial father to grant us a marriage."
"And after we married, you'll have to call me husband."
"….Get lost!" Hecan't get through with him! This brat must be doing this on purpose!
At night, Yan Mingyong crushed befuddling beads once more and put YeZhizhou to sleep. He left Yong Yan palace with De'an and only returned at dawn.
The next day, in the morning, a court official from the Ministry of Work went up to present the emperor a type of weapon called 'explosive'. He unbridledly praised the wit and diligence of the seventh prince and let out that the seventh prince was developing theseinsecret inorder topresent them on his imperial majesty's birthday. He also mentioned the small earthquake on the southern street yesterday was exactly from this explosion, it was the principal test of the weapon's power.
As soon as he said this, the officials were in an uproar, and the gaze that several princes had when they looked at the seventh prince changed. The seventh prince's expression also changed. The explosive was a secret weapon he had just discovered recently; it was true he had secretly tested it at the southern street, but offering it to his imperial majesty? This is clearly someone's trap for him!
A weapon that could cause an earthquake-like effect, its power would be tremendous! The princes exchanged glances, and the court officials also frantically calculated inside. For a while, only that one official's unending stream of praises to the seventh prince rang in the big hall.
Without waiting for the seventh prince to find an answer that'll work in his favour, the emperor of Yan already responded to the official's words, received the explosives, and rewarded the seventh prince with several things. He told him to bring forth the maker of the bombs so he may look at him. He didn't mention the havoc those bombs wreaked on the southern street; he had a very subtle attitude.
Matter has reached this point, the seventh prince can only kneel and thank the emperor. However, he felt heavy inside; his mind was working nonstop to figure out who could have betrayed him.
[Probability of Yan Mingli falling in love with the protagonist dropped to90%, may the host persist in his efforts]
YeZhizhou blew his harmonica in a small pavilion of Yan Mingyong's palace while his gaze swept across the light screen. The corners of his mouth pulled up slightly. The protagonist wants to hide away in the shadows, but he will drag him into the light! And that seventh prince, wanting to play pig-eating-tiger while the other princes are still standing strong? He's dreaming!
Yan Mingyong noticed the killing intent within his tune. His fingers fiddled with the page, and a cold glint flashed through his eyes. Le'er is not happy, how should I coax him... Take out An Chengjie and kill him, pull the seventh brother down, or maybe…. Get married?