Quick Transmigration: Cannon Fodder's Daily Rise to Power and Face-Slapping

Chapter 356 Slapping the Face of the Incompetent Prince 15

Leng Yuexing broke free from Wen Yunsheng's embrace, grabbed his shoulder, and anxiously looked up at him.

Wen Yunsheng wanted to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his lips with a handkerchief, Wen Yunsheng said gently, "I'm fine! Don't worry, it's just an old ailment that I've had for years. When my emotions fluctuate too much, I'm prone to vomiting blood. I feel much better after vomiting it out."

Leng Yuexing was skeptical. "Really?"

He grasped Wen Yunsheng's wrist, probing his internal energy, and found that after vomiting blood, his body had indeed calmed down.

He breathed a sigh of relief and frowned, saying, "It's good that you're alright, but constantly vomiting blood isn't good for your health. You still need to take good care of yourself."

Leng Yuexing looked at Wen Yunsheng with concern, but she didn't see the coldness in the eyes of her other three husbands.

In order to prevent Leng Yuexing from noticing the Life and Death Gu, they secretly swallowed the blood that welled up in their throats.

Seeing Wen Yunsheng embrace Leng Yuexing, it was hard for them not to feel murderous intent.

This murderous intent caused the Life and Death Gu to become agitated, and they all coughed up blood.

Wen Yunsheng didn't even glance at them, focusing intently on Leng Yuexing.

He said gently, "I am fine, but do you know who sent the assassin from yesterday?"

Leng Yuexing's lips curled into a cold smile, "It's nothing more than the Third Prince and his maternal clan; no one else has the guts."

Ye Qingchen stepped forward and said, "If one plan fails, they will definitely come up with other methods. You need to be careful these days."

“I will protect Yuexing closely, you don’t need to worry about that!” After Mo Ran finished speaking, he took Leng Yuexing’s hand and put a silver wristband on him.

"There are many silver needles here, coated with a deadly poison that kills on sight. Use them to protect yourself."

Leng Yuexing raised her wrist, her gaze falling on the wrist guard she was wearing. The wrist guard's surface was as smooth as a mirror, clearly crafted by a skilled artisan.

He chuckled and said, "Thank you, I like it very much."

He then turned to Chu Mu, who was standing to the side, and asked, "Your father appointed you as the deputy commander of the Imperial Guard. Do you know the deeper meaning behind this appointment?"

Before Chu Mu could speak, Ye Qingchen said, "This is a long story. Let's go eat first and talk about it later."

Hearing this, Leng Yuexing also felt a bit hungry, so she went with them to the front hall for a meal.

After lunch, the group went to the pavilion in the garden, where the four husbands told Leng Yuexing all the information they had.

Mo Ran also told him that he was the master of the Death Pavilion.

"So, the Third Prince is planning a rebellion?" Leng Yuexing asked incredulously.

Wen Yunsheng nodded slightly: "According to the information we have, that should be correct."

Ye Qingchen chuckled lightly, "Their own disarray has saved us a lot of trouble."

Leng Yuexing turned to look at Mo Ran, "Did the Death Pavilion find out when they rebelled?"

"They plan to transport the finished weapons to a certain place in a month, which should be the time for their rebellion," Mo Ran said in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, Leng Yuexing smiled and looked at Chu Mu: "Then we'll have to trouble our Deputy Commander of the Imperial Guard to arrange everything."

A chilling killing intent flashed in Chu Mu's eyes as he said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, I won't let them storm the palace."

Leng Yuexing shook her head. "No! Instead, you should open the palace gates and let them break in."

"To catch a thief red-handed, how can we convict them if we don't let them actually break in?" Leng Yuexing sneered.

Chu Mu's fingers caressed the sword hilt. He loved Leng Yuexing like this so much that he couldn't help but want to kiss him fiercely.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently, and he gripped the sword hilt tightly until he felt its cold, hard touch. Only then did he whisper, "Alright, whatever you say!"

Leng Yuexing glanced at her four husbands standing beside her, then suddenly smiled.

"Let's leave this matter here for now. You'll all come back to the palace with me!"

*

Leng Yuexing sat in a spacious and luxurious carriage, surrounded by his four handsome husbands.

As the wheels rolled, they finally arrived at the solemn and majestic palace gate.

The guards at the palace gate saw the carriage stop and quickly stepped forward to conduct a routine inspection.

One of the guards had sharp eyes and immediately noticed the sword at Chu Mu's waist.

The guard stepped forward, bowed respectfully to Leng Yuexing, and said, "Your Highness, no one is allowed to carry a sharp weapon when entering the palace. Therefore, please ask your husband to remove the sword from his waist."

Upon hearing this, a hint of coldness flashed in Chu Mu's deep eyes.

This sword is no ordinary sword; it was a precious sword given to him personally by Leng Yuexing, and it holds extraordinary significance. There is no way he could take it off.

Just as Chu Mu was about to retort, Leng Yuexing spoke first: "Chu Mu is not only my husband, he is also responsible for protecting my safety."

He said slowly and deliberately, "Wearing a sword is his duty, and I will explain it to my father personally later."

Upon hearing this, the guards respectfully stepped aside to make way for Leng Yuexing, "Yes, Your Highness!"

After passing through the palace gates, they arrived at the East Palace not long afterward.

It was already evening. After dinner, they all returned to their respective chambers to rest, but Leng Yuexing couldn't sleep soundly.

He felt that Wen Yunsheng's vomiting of blood during the day was definitely not simple, but he really couldn't figure out why Wen Yunsheng vomited blood.

Just as he was racking his brains trying to figure it out, Leng Yuexing suddenly noticed a figure flash past the window.

A murderous glint flashed in his eyes, then he calmed his breathing and pretended to be asleep. He wanted to know who was so bold as to break into his room at night.

The next moment, the door to the room opened, and a black figure flashed in before leaping onto the roof beam and disappearing without a sound.

Leng Yuexing opened his eyes in surprise. This person had barged into his room. Could it be that he wanted to be a thief?

Seeing that the man made no further move, Leng Yuexing decided to take the initiative.

He pulled back the blanket covering him, then instantly stood up and jumped onto the roof beam where the man was hiding.

Their eyes met, and an awkward atmosphere filled the air.

Leng Yuexing coughed lightly and chuckled, "Why aren't you sleeping in your own room? What are you doing squatting on the rafters in my room?"

Mo Ran gently traced Leng Yuexing's face with his finger. "I told you I would protect you closely, so naturally I can't leave you alone when I sleep at night."

Leng Yuexing smiled and said, "Then you can tell me directly. Why did you sneak in? Do you know that the poison needle you gave me almost went into your body?"

Mo Ran reached out and lifted Leng Yuexing's chin, his eyes darkening slightly. "If I told you, would you let me protect you closely?"

Leng Yuexing pursed her lips and smiled slyly, "Maybe?"