2291 It's Just Deposing the Crown Prince

"Fu'er, why did you come?" Crown Prince Ming Lung hastily stood up and opened the door, helping his pregnant wife inside.

"Fu'er, you have to take care of your body. Don't come out after it gets dark and damp."

"Your Highness, I am worried about you." Su Fu held her husband's hand and sat down with him at the table. "I know what happened in the royal study today. Your Highness, you must not get irrational. As long as there is life, there is hope. Before you do anything, think about Fu'er and our unborn child."

"Yes." Crown Prince Ming Lung hugged his wife's shoulders and nodded. "Fu'er, don't worry. I won't topple that easily."

Mister Zhuang nodded in gratification. "This old official will go contact some people. These couple of days, Your Highnesses should remain inside Chengyuan Palace."

"This crown prince will be troubling you, Mister Zhuang. I await your good news."

Mister Zhuang nodded. However, just as he walked out the main entrance of Chengyuan Palace, someone pressed a dagger to his neck. He paled in shock and backed away, back into the palace.

"Good news? What good news were you expecting?" An unfeeling voice entered Crown Prince Ming Lung's ears.

It echoed through the empty hall.

The imperial maids and eunuchs had knelt and were prostrating from fear. Their heads pressed against the back of their hands, and they dared not let even a single hair go astray.

"Ming Lung, this prince had planned not to hold it against you, but too bad you have no tact and don't know when to retreat!" A tall figure stepped into the palace over the threshold, and he looked coldly at Mister Zhuang, who was still at the dagger's mercy.

"Third Prince, you? What are you doing?" Mister Zhuang felt like he was facing a brute who did not listen to reason.

He was already a fish on the chopping block. Even though he tried to remain calm, he was panicking on the inside.

Unfortunately for Mister Zhuang, even though he was skilled in persuasion, he couldn't say anything at this point.

"Eldest Brother!" Ahon carried a chair over for Asi to sit on.

Achir crossed her arms and gave Crown Prince Ming Lung and his wife a haughty snigger. "So unappreciative! My Brother Asi wasn't going to do anything else to you, yet who knew that you actually dared to scheme in the dark. You want to kill the situation?"

"Save the situation," Asi corrected her absentmindedly.

"Right! You even want to save the situation!" Achir harrumphed. "I don't know where you get your ego from to have to make my Brother Asi come and punish you personally."

"Alright, stop talking nonsense with him. Read the imperial edict."

"Yes." An old eunuch walked out tremblingly from behind Asi. He unscrolled the imperial edict and announced, "Imperial Crown Prince Ming Lung is wicked and does not know benevolence and righteousness. He is petty and far from being a noble man. His actions are immoral…"

Every sentence the old eunuch read caused Ming Lung's face to turn even more ashen.

The crown prince consort was shuddering.

Mister Zhuang was shaking uncontrollably from fury, and he shouted, "Slander, this is slander! You, you people! How dare you relay a fake imperial edict! You are framing His Highness the Crown Prince."

"It's just deposing the crown prince." Asi stated coldly, "Tomorrow during morning court, Imperial Father will officially appoint me as the crown prince."

Crown Prince Ming Lung suppressed the mouthful of blood that threatened to come out.

Asi glanced at him coldly and commented indifferently, "Eldest Brother had best take care of your body."