Chapter 1674 Courting Death

Jingshui is dead.

When Jiang Fula walked in, he was initially startled to see Jingshui lying on the ground, and then, upon noticing the black blood at her lips, he instantly understood.

From the moment he appeared, she must have known she was doomed, whether by Song Zhiyuan or from those people, none would let her go.

"Prime Minister, her?"

"She is considered loyal to her master. Have someone prepare a thin coffin and find a place to bury her." Song Zhiyuan glanced at the person on the ground and coldly shifted his gaze.

The master naturally referred to Song Lingyi and his people.

Jiang Fula clapped his hands to summon others to gather Jingshui’s body, then reported, "Prime Minister, that Dragon Queen is also dead, has been for several days."

Song Zhiyuan had already guessed and said, "Send someone to investigate whom she was associating with."

Since Jingshui had mentioned Ning’s base, even if Dragon Queen didn’t truly contact them, they might find suspicious targets among the people she interacted with from the traces left behind.

Jiang Fula agreed and asked, "Prime Minister, what’s your take on this matter? If Ning’s indeed has spies left in the capital, they could accomplish their goals themselves, why expose the Jingshui pawn?"

"She had a point; a pawn that is uncontrollable becomes useless, and if it’s destined to be discarded, then making use of its final potential is good, what if it succeeds?" Song Zhiyuan rubbed his fingertips and said, "This Jingshui hid deeply, people like her, who knows how many are hidden by someone else’s side? Ning Cabinet Minister, indeed plans far ahead."

Even if the Ning family perishes, he has left these people for future generations, lying in wait, ready to move, making a comeback.

Song Zhiyuan felt a headache, Emperor Chu already found that person intolerable, if he knew Ning’s planted deep seeds for the future, he would be furious.

And the current event is a probe, a stirring that’s ready to move.

Who knows what will become of that child’s growth, by then, he and Emperor Chu might already be old and frail?

Enough, there’s no guarding against thieves for a thousand days, true power lies in one’s base strength and firm fists. Let’s see who will prevail in this future power play.

"What about the third lord?"

Song Zhiyuan fiddled with the bead necklace in his hand and lowered his eyes, "To dare, one must have the courage to bear the consequences."

Jiang Fula paused.

"Prime Minister, someone has come from Chunhui Hall, saying that the grand madam is feverish and unconscious."

Song Zhiyuan’s face changed dramatically, he immediately stood up and rushed out.

Meanwhile, Song Zhiqing excitedly returned to Bamboo Manor carrying a small wooden box from Heavenly Master Zhong’s Daoist chamber.

After he left, a young Taoist looked at Heavenly Master Zhong, frowned, and said, "Master, about that birthdate, do you think it’s..."

Heavenly Master Zhong glared at him, "Don’t ask about what you shouldn’t know. Pack up, we’re off to roam."

"Huh?" The young Taoist’s eyes widened, muttering, "Master, there’s a disaster outside, drought everywhere, where can we roam? We might get sunstroke before we even go down the mountain."

Heavenly Master Zhong slapped his head, "Idiot, of course we’re going home. Hurry."

This third lord Song is ruthless, he wants to perish, that’s his affair, he doesn’t want to accompany him. That human doll, he made it himself, unrelated to him.

Alright, maybe for the sake of ten thousand silver, he’ll offer some advice.

If anything goes wrong, it’s none of his concern.

Heavenly Master Zhong looked toward the direction of the mountain’s base, pursed his lips, quickly packed his things, shed his Daoist robe, bundled them up, and fled.

And returning to the mountainside, Song Zhiqing carefully buried the small wooden box, looked at the little mound of earth, and let out a sinister chuckle.