I Became the Devil Queen's Heart Demon novel Chapter 607

Chapter 607: Chapter 232: Distinguished Guest at the Chen Mansion, the Empress Has Arrived!_2

Yan Peizhi sat on the stone bench in the courtyard, his breathing gradually calming down, and his anger slightly subsided.

He rubbed his fingers against his brow, feeling a faint swelling in his head.

Even though he said that, he couldn’t really just ignore it.

After all, he had only one son, and if he were thrown into the Imperial Prison, he feared his family would be cut off... Moreover, with this rebel son’s frail nature, if he spoke carelessly, it might implicate the entire Yan Family!

"I’ve targeted Chen Mo so much on the court, he will definitely not let it go easily."

"This whole matter started because of the Princely Heir. To extricate ourselves, we need to shift the focal point of the conflict... But the problem is, since the incident that day, there hasn’t been any movement from Prince Yu Mansion, which is really a bit strange."

"Could it be that His Majesty wants to use Chen Mo to eliminate Prince Yu as a hidden danger before the Crown Prince ascends the throne?"

Yan Peizhi fell into contemplation.

Having been an official for many years, he considered his intuition quite keen, yet the current situation was becoming increasingly difficult to discern.

"For an official, it is important to understand the changes of the times, to be discerning of the trends, and never to act against the current."

"Today’s court has already revealed everything through the Crown Prince’s attitude. The Imperial Consort, the Empress, His Majesty... Though I don’t know how Chen Mo managed to eat through both sides, it’s very clear that he now has the momentum behind him, and confronting him head-on is impossible."

"Only realizing this now seems a bit too late..."

"No, I have to go talk to Chief Minister Zhuang."

With that thought, Yan Peizhi didn’t even have time to change his official robe and hurriedly walked towards the door.

An aide quickly asked, "Master, about Young Master..."

Without turning his head, Yan Peizhi said, "As long as he’s not beaten to death, keep beating him hard!"

"..."

Hearing the increasingly piercing wails, the aide shivered and shook his head silently, "Young Master Yan, you better fend for yourself..."

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Prince Yu Mansion.

The windows and doors in the bedroom were tightly closed, the light dim, with the air filled with a pungent smell of blood.

Chu Heng lay on the bed, his chest heaving slightly, with a blood-red bead hovering above his body, spinning continuously, and occasionally strands of Blood Qi would escape, merging into his body with each breath.

His previously pale face took on an unusual flush.

A steward with hair and beard all white stood by the bedside, looking at the still unconscious Princely Heir, his eyes deep, pondering something.

Thud, thud, thud—

At this moment, the door was knocked.

A servant’s voice came from outside: "Sir, a guest has arrived."

"Relax, it’s just a lot of noise."

The steward said calmly, "The Imperial Consort is still watching like a tiger, the Empress won’t cut off her own hands and feet, she just wants to distract attention for Chen Mo."

Looking at his calm demeanor, Feng Jinyu also calmed down, pondering, "But speaking of which, why would His Majesty help Chen Mo get off the hook? Does he really want to cultivate him as a dragon-supporting minister?"

"Supporting the dragon?"

The steward sneered, "If it were a True Dragon, riding the winds and clouds, it would need no support. If it were a clay or wood sculpted one, even with the support of a hundred ministers, it would still be incapable..."

Feng Jinyu furrowed his brows, "Mr. Duan means His Majesty has another purpose with these actions?"

The steward clasped his hands behind his back and said indifferently, "His Majesty’s intentions are not for us to speculate... But Mr. Feng, you can rest assured, this fire won’t reach your Ministry of Rites."

"As for the conditions promised to you, they will naturally be fulfilled in the future."

Feng Jinyu was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "I have another question... Is the Princely Heir really involved in the Zhou Family Case?"

Upon hearing this, the steward smiled but did not answer, extending his hand, "I have some matters to attend to here, so I won’t see Mr. Feng off, come in, see the guest out."

A servant pushed the door open, bowed, and said, "Guest, please."

Feng Jinyu’s throat moved, but he said no more.

After giving the steward a deep look, he picked up the hat on the table, placed it on his head, and turned to leave the reception hall.

Just as he had the visitor sent off, the steward sensed something, his eyes slightly narrowing, and his figure flickered as he arrived at the door of the inner bedroom.