The killer concubine of the sick prince

The secret passage has been in disrepair for a long time and has not been used for many years. There is a stuffy and stale atmosphere inside, but there is enough oxygen. It is obvious that the design is reasonable and ingenious.

Jiang Jiuyi didn't have much time, he had to find Nanzhi's location before dinner and come back.

The road in the dark passage was intricate, and he couldn't tell the direction without a map. After thinking about it, he bit his fingertips and left marks on the wall.

Yin Hong's blood dripped out, and he couldn't help but think of Zhao Ruixi, and he didn't know if the blood he left was enough and how long it would last for him...

The thought just flashed by, and his fists were clenched again and again. He tried his best to let his eyes only focus on the mission goal, and rushed forward.

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Exploring day after day, Jiang Jiuyi traveled farther and farther, and he was often exhausted and panting before he could barely make it back at the food delivery stall.

He had already been to Zhaoning Hall, Hall of Supreme Harmony, Fengyi Palace...even Zhao Fuqing's imperial study, but he couldn't find the place where Nanzhi was detained.

He sighed slightly, there were still three roads left to go, give him another day, he will definitely find the right one.

To a certain extent, his luck can be regarded as extreme. There are dozens of paths and nearly a hundred options, and he has to try until the end to get the correct answer.

But he never expected that after another seven days, it would be Zhao Fuqing who delivered the meal this time.

The palace gate was pushed open, and Zhao Fuqing, who was still wearing a dragon robe, walked out from the light and shadow. Against the light, he couldn't see his expression clearly, but only vaguely sensed from his imposing manner that his situation seemed to be not good.

As Zhao Fuqing approached step by step, the wind outside brought a certain strange atmosphere, and he could clearly see this dark and deep face.

Suddenly, Zhao Fuqing laughed.

The layered texture makes this smile lose its due appeal, instead it arouses the uncanny valley effect, just like an old rag doll suddenly squeezes out a smile.

"I heard the maid said that you have always been lethargic these days?"

Jiang Jiuyi's body tensed silently, and she could strike at any time to kill Zhao Fuqing.

"There is the best imperial physician in the palace, why not take a good look at it."

Jiang Jiuyi still didn't say a word, Zhao Fuqing's current appearance was difficult to deal with, and he didn't care about the soft and the hard.

Suddenly, Zhao Fuqing appeared in front of him and grabbed his chin, forcing him to look up, "Are you missing Zhao Ruixi? What's so good about that trash? What's so good about that woman's son Su Qinghe!"

Out of the corner of her eye, Jiang Jiuyi saw that all the maids and servants in the palace had retreated outside, and seemed to know that this was not a topic they should hear or know about.

"Speak! I didn't know you were dumb!"

"He is your son."

"Son?" Zhao Fuqing laughed wildly, "I knew you were not as respectful as you appear to be, and you turned out to be a traitor. I will tell you mercifully that Zhao Ruixi will never wake up again, just like his mother. Dying in agony in deep sleep! And you—"

"Jiang Jiuyi, you should really be thankful that you have such a similar face, otherwise I will kill you too!"

There was even a fishy-sweet taste in his mouth. Sure enough, Zhao Fuqing had seen Nan Zhi, and even had unreasonable thoughts about Nan Zhi, but now, he transferred these dirty thoughts to himself.

The impatient Zhao Fuqing suddenly began to try to tear off his clothes, and he couldn't restrain his mouth from sticking to his body.

His mother's!

Jiang Jiuyi used all her strength to swing out in a circle, and directly threw Zhao Fuqing three steps away, and a huge bruise suddenly appeared on her face.

"Okay! I want to see how long you can last!"

He keenly sensed something was wrong from these words, and before he could react, suddenly there was a sense of weakness in his body, and his hands were trembling.

"I didn't expect to have some willpower—" Zhao Fuqing waved his hand outside, "Come here, tie him up and take him to the underground palace."

As soon as his eyes went dark, he lost consciousness again.

When she woke up, Jiang Jiuyi found that her hands were tied with chains, her clothes seemed to have been tampered with, and all the daggers and silver needles hidden on her body were searched clean.

In the huge stone chamber, only a little light from the outside world can be seen from the very top.With the flickering lights, the place looks dark and cramped, but the stone room is fully furnished, including a bed, a table and even a dresser with a glazed mirror.

The materials used are exquisite and exquisite, even more valuable than the possessions of Prince Xi's Mansion.

There was no one in the stone room, and there were two dark doors at the first and last ends that seemed to be vents, and there were no locks on them, or the locks hadn't been locked yet.

The structure of this stone chamber looks familiar, and its structure is no different from the other stone chambers he saw in the secret passage of Zhengjin Palace. He is probably in the secret passage now—or a secret passage he has never been to before.

The body is still weak, but it is better than when he just passed out.It took Jiang Jiuyi some effort to get up from the bed. The length of the chain was long enough for him to reach the two doors, but it was limited to that.

The stone room was empty, probably nearly [-] square meters in terms of area, but apart from some furniture in the middle, there was nothing beside it.

He tried to break free from the chains in his hands, but his strength was not enough. If his strength has been greatly improved after becoming a Gu, then now his strength is not even half of what it was before.It was not only Zhao Ruixi who couldn't wake up who was in poor health, his body also seemed to be losing vitality unconsciously.

It wasn't sickness or weakness, he could be sure that it felt like the blood was slowly draining from the body, and life was being cut off inch by inch.

But Nan Duo never told him that Gu people's lifespan is limited...

There was a rustling sound of cloth rubbing in the secret passage, and the footsteps gradually approached. Even if Jiang Jiuyi didn't do it, he knew it must be that old man Zhao Fuqing.

Sure enough, that wrinkled face made of conspiracy and suspicion came out from the darkness to the light, Zhao Fuqing's eyes were arrogant, his eyes were faintly red, as if everything was under his control.

He just stood at the door, "You should be obedient so that you won't suffer."

"Serve you, an old bald donkey who is old and frail?" Jiang Jiuyi sat on the bed and sneered, "The man who buried his neck in the dirt is so bold, isn't he afraid that he will go crazy and die in a woman's belly right away?"

To a certain extent, Jiang Jiuyi can be regarded as the true biography of Zhao Ruixi, and every sentence she utters is harsher than every sentence.

Zhao Fuqing's face was gloomy, he took two steps forward, and seemed to be worried about something and stopped in place.

He sneered, "I didn't expect to find someone to take the place of the dead ghost to the palace. Where is the real Jiang Jiuyi?"

Jiang Jiuyi suddenly laughed, "Want to know the whereabouts of the princess? It depends on whether you have the fate!"

Before the words finished, the whole person got up violently from the bed, and rushed to Zhao Fuqing's body in an instant, the chain in his hand was loosened and tightened directly to his neck, and it was going to be broken right here!