frightfiction Chapter 243 Tuoba Guang's Death
Chapter 243 Tuoba Guang's Death
Tuoba Guang stood up, picked up the teacup beside him and threw it at Song Qingwan. Song Qingwan calmly dodged by tilting her head, then retreated to a place a little further away from Tuoba Guang.
"I advise Brother Bu to save his energy."
"What do you mean? What tricks are you trying to play?!"
Song Qingwan suddenly revealed a meaningful smile. She opened her folding fan and shook it gracefully twice, then whispered.
"Of course I want you to save your energy to report to the King of Hell!"
While speaking, Song Qingwan did not stop her hands. She took out the anesthetic needle from the space at an extremely fast speed, aimed at Tuoba Guang's thigh and shot it.
"Well…"
Tuoba Guang was shot without any preparation. He felt a sharp pain in his leg. His body swayed and he had to hold on to the table with his hands to barely stand up.
He quickly lowered his head to look at his leg and found a strange white copper-like object stuck in it. Tuoba Guang quickly pulled it out and threw it away.
He said with contempt: "You want to kill me with a hidden weapon? You are really too naive!"
"This hidden weapon really can't kill you. It requires two injections."
Song Qingwan took out another syringe from the space with a smile, shook it at Tuoba Guang who was pretending to be calm, and then slowly approached him.
Tuoba Guang wanted to avoid Song Qingwan, but found that he had no strength at all. Not only could he not lift his arms and move his legs, but his mind also became unclear.
"What do you want to do? Do you know that I am the eighth prince of Dongyue?"
"If I didn't know who Your Highness was, how could I take such a risk to kill you?"
"You already knew it!"
"Of course, otherwise do you think you have anything worthy of me approaching you?"
Song Qingwan walked quickly to Tuoba Guang, then deftly inserted the needle into Tuoba Guang's arm, and with a gentle push, all the medicine entered Tuoba Guang's body.
At this time, Tuoba Guang's eyesight began to blur, he felt dizzy and fell to the ground.
Song Qingwan stood by the wall calmly observing Tuoba Guang's reaction. This medicine takes effect quickly.
Song Qingwan increased the dosage of the medicine based on the original research results, so that the person who was stabbed could die faster, because she didn't have that much time to wait and see such things.
Tuoba Guang opened his eyes wide and stared at Song Qingwan. He opened his mouth as if wanting to say something, but no sound came out.
After struggling on the ground for less than an incense stick of time, Tuoba Guang gently closed his eyes.
Song Qingwan stepped forward and pried open Tuoba Guang's eyelids, and found that his pupils had dilated, indicating that he was indeed dead.
Only then did she clapped her hands in relief, then put all the syringes into the space, and then checked if there was anything missing. After everything was arranged, Song Qingwan flashed into the space.
She didn't sleep well last night, so she needs to make up for it now!
Tuoba Guang's body was found in the evening. The prince had already discussed with his confidants and planned to exchange the two cities of Dongyue for Zhong Xueying, so he hurriedly ordered his servants to invite Tuoba Guang to the front yard.
The prince has already prepared a banquet and is preparing to negotiate with Tuoba Guang. For this matter, the prince has invited many respected officials in the court to witness such a glorious moment of his.
The prince sat quietly in the front yard waiting thinking that Tuoba Guang would arrive soon, but time passed and there was still no sign of Tuoba Guang.
The prince frowned and said to the servant beside him.
"Go and see if the Eighth Prince has encountered any accident?"
"Yes, Your Majesty"
However, before the servant could go far, he was stopped by a maid who came to inform him. The maid's face was filled with fear and panic, as if she was scared out of her wits. She ran to the prince and knelt down with a thud.
"Crown Prince... Your Highness the Crown Prince... The Eighth Prince of Dongyue... The Eighth Prince, he's dead!"
"What did you say? How is this possible!"
The prince was furious, his face full of disbelief. How could this man suddenly die in his own room?
"It is absolutely true. Prince, you should go and have a look. The body is still lying on the ground."
"Come on, follow me to take a look."
The prince came down from the main seat and walked quickly in front, heading towards Tuoba Guang's courtyard.
The ministers who always liked to watch this kind of excitement naturally did not want to be left behind. They also followed quietly behind on the pretext of accompanying the prince on an inspection.
The crowd came to the yard where Tuoba Guang died. Seeing the prince coming, the servants hurried forward to report the situation.
"Your Highness, this person is already dead, you see..."
"Get out of here, and let me see for myself what's going on!"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The servant tactfully stepped aside to make way for the prince. The prince almost ran into the house and found that Tuoba Guang was indeed lying on the ground motionless. Judging from his face and the time, he had been dead for some time.
The prince's head was about to smoke as he roared.
"Who on earth did this? How come you slaves can't even keep an eye on one person!"
"This slave deserves death, this slave deserves death... deserves death...
"What's the use? Get lost! Block this news and don't let anyone else know!"
"Yes, Prince!"
When the ministers saw that the prince was furious, they all lowered their heads and dared not say a word.
Everyone was wondering how this banquet would end. A happy event had turned into a funeral, and the one who died was the Eighth Prince of Dongyue State. Could the news really be kept secret?
The prince gradually calmed down. He turned around and his expression regained calm. He asked in a low voice to the silent ministers.
"What do you think, my dear ministers?"
The ministers looked at each other, lowered their heads and complained in their hearts.
What do you think? What can I think! You were so mysterious and brought people here without telling us what happened. Now that the person is dead, you come to us.
Seeing that no one spoke, the prince directed his criticism at Minister Zhong.
Today, Minister Zhong was wearing a purple official robe, his hair was neatly combed, his face was rosy and he looked full of energy.
He was invited into the Prince's Mansion as the Prince's father-in-law, so his treatment was naturally different from that of others.
Just now the prince noticed that a group of low-ranking officials were constantly flattering him, and now it was time for him to show his talents.
"Zhong Aiqing, what do you say?"
Minister Zhong was unsure of what the prince meant. If he had known that such a change would happen, he would have definitely claimed to be sick and not come.
But the limelight had already come out and it was too late to say anything now. As the saying goes, the first bird to stick its head out gets shot. He couldn't escape today, so he could only bite the bullet and step forward to talk.
"I think that Your Highness the Crown Prince should send the body back to Dongyue State and inform the Emperor of Dongyue that the Eighth Prince's death was an accident."
"Oh? How can you convince others that their son died in my house for no reason?"
"Forgive my ignorance. Your Highness, please enlighten me."
"I have made up my mind. Tell my Emperor Dongyue that the Eighth Prince died from adultery with a concubine in my palace. Send the concubine and the body back to Dongyue!"