Chapter Eighteen: Ambiguity

Song Qingcheng rode her horse, with Taohong following closely behind, both trailing Wang Meng. They listened as Wang Meng muttered anxiously, “Where is His Highness? Could he have already left?”

Throughout the journey, her words revolved incessantly around the Crown Prince.

“He probably wouldn’t leave so early,” Song Qingcheng replied vaguely, her mind drifting to Shen Runzhi’s imposing figure in his armor. She had no idea where he had gone.

The endless chatter wore on Song Qingcheng’s patience. After walking a while, she noticed a few young ladies from noble families gathered ahead, whispering among themselves. Wang Meng edged closer and asked, “Have you seen His Highness...?”

Song Qingcheng quietly slipped away, signaling Taohong to follow her in a different direction. Her ears couldn’t bear any more; it was better to leave quickly.

As they walked, Song Qingcheng spotted what appeared to be a rare herb ahead—a fine remedy for coughs. Dismounting, she said, “Taohong, watch the horse here while I go gather it.”

Taohong secured the horse and warned, “Miss, be careful. The herb grows on steep, rugged terrain.”

Song Qingcheng nodded and carefully made her way down. Reaching a foothold, she stretched out her hand to pluck the plant. Just then, voices nearby caught her attention.

“His Highness has made all the preparations. Success is guaranteed.”

The Crown Prince’s voice rang out, colder than when he spoke to her softly before.

“When her reputation is ruined, whether she wishes to marry me or not, she will marry me.

Once I obtain the item, she and her parents can descend to the underworld.”

Song Qingcheng held her breath in shock. What item? The Crown Prince knows my parents?!

Abandoning the herb, she carefully climbed back up and grabbed Taohong’s hand, fleeing in a panic. They ran far before pausing to catch their breath.

“Miss, what happened back there?” Taohong wiped the sweat from her brow.

Taking the handkerchief, Song Qingcheng steadied her breathing and shook her head. “Nothing. Don’t tell anyone we came here.”

The fewer who know, the better. She needed to investigate the cause of her parents’ deaths—to determine if it was true illness or foul play.

Recalling Wang Meng’s mention of a lady in the west of the city, Song Qingcheng hadn’t intended to visit but now felt compelled to see if the woman recognized the Crown Prince’s bell.

“Miss Ming,” Taohong was sensible and said no more.

“Let’s go back,” Song Qingcheng turned, only to be met with a long blade aimed straight at her. A masked man swung to strike. Taohong flung a sedative dart, shouting, “Miss, run!”

The black-clad assailant covered his nose and mouth, unaffected by the drug.

Maintaining her composure, Song Qingcheng grabbed Taohong and mounted their horses to flee. Another attacker leapt down, silver blade flashing. Blood sprayed as their horse’s throat was cut, collapsing instantly.

The second horse, startled and wounded, fled. The black-clad men’s aim wasn’t the horses but Song Qingcheng herself.

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