The daughter of the Marquis is too delicate, the abstinent prince pinches her waist and loves her

Chapter 147 The Secret of the Golden Crow Feather Spirit

Ye Jinlan considered it for a moment, tapped his fingertips lightly on the table, then looked at Sheng Yunqing and chuckled, saying, "I believe you."

He raised his hand and waved, and the guards behind him understood and left, returning with a white brocade pouch.

The moment Sheng Yunqing received the brocade pouch, her fingertips touched the star-shaped patterns on the jade pendant.

Even before it was opened, a wisp of cool spiritual energy flowed through my fingertips.

She smiled slightly, put the brocade pouch into her bosom, and said, "Thank you, Your Highness."

Seeing that Sheng Yunqing was about to leave, Ye Jinlan raised his eyes and called out to her again: "If the owner of the lost item contacts you, please inform me immediately."

Sheng Yunqing raised her beautiful eyebrows and said, "Are you that concerned?"

Thinking of that rainy night, Ye Jinlan was momentarily lost in thought, and said, "Perhaps it's an obsession."

Upon hearing this, Sheng Yunqing smiled and said, "I promise you."

A banquet was held at the Duke of Bai's residence.

Golden goblets filled with fine wine, accompanied by the gentle sounds of silk and bamboo instruments.

Ye Jingnian leaned back on the soft couch, his clothes half-open, toying with a jade cup with his fingertips, a nonchalant smile in his eyes.

Duke Bai waved away the dancers, squinted and smiled, "Your Highness the Crown Prince seems to be in high spirits today."

Ye Jingnian lazily raised his eyes, a sinister smile curving his lips: "The fine wine and beautiful women of the Duke's mansion are far more interesting than the wooden figures of the Crown Prince's mansion."

Duke Bai stroked his beard and laughed, saying, "Does Your Highness have a beauty you fancy? I will make the arrangements."

Ye Jingnian's slightly tipsy eyes revealed a hint of coldness. Having finally cleared away Bai Muling's spies, how could he allow the Bai family to enter the mansion?

"No need." A slight smile curved his lips as he said, "The Crown Princess is pregnant; she should rest and recuperate."

The Duke of Bai smiled knowingly and said, "Your Majesty is so favored by His Highness, this old minister is truly delighted."

He thought for a moment, then lowered his voice: "Your Highness's visit so late at night must not be just for pleasure, right?"

Ye Jingnian paused, and with a "crack," a thin crack appeared in the jade cup.

He casually tossed the broken cup to the ground and sneered, "My seventh uncle now commands a large army, and even my father has to give him some leeway."

He leaned forward, a fierce glint appearing in his eyes: "I can't wait for Father to slowly devise his plans."

A glint of light flashed in the Duke of Bai's eyes: "Your Highness intends to..."

"I want him dead." Ye Jingnian toyed with the jade pendant at his waist, his tone as flippant as if discussing the weather. "I heard that the Duke recently acquired a batch of snow lotus from Ruokong Kingdom?"

Duke Bai's expression changed slightly: "This poison is colorless and odorless, and those who are poisoned will die within three days. Even the Imperial Hospital cannot find any trace of it. However... I have heard of Sheng Yunqing's abilities. With such superb medical skills, what if she discovers it..."

Ye Jingnian snorted coldly and said, "Why bother to do it yourself?"

Duke Bai revealed an enigmatic smile: "Your Highness intends to use someone else to do your dirty work?"

“Not bad.” She flicked a secret letter from her sleeve. “Next month on the fifteenth, it’s the Empress Dowager’s birthday banquet. My uncle has specifically asked to try the Prime Minister’s special brew, ‘Thousand Autumns Intoxication.’”

Duke Bai unfolded the secret letter and saw the seal of the Crown Prince's Palace at the end. He immediately understood: "So Your Highness had already made arrangements."

“Remember,” Ye Jingnian’s eyes flashed with a venomous cold light, “I want him to die in front of the entire court, bleeding from all seven orifices.”

Duke Bai raised the corners of his lips and said, "This old minister will certainly do everything in his power to help Your Highness."

His gaze paused slightly, then he rolled his eyes and said, "To demonstrate my loyalty, I offer one person to Your Highness." Ye Jingnian's brows furrowed slightly with annoyance, but he still spoke, "Who is it?"

The Duke of Bai's fingers tapped seemingly randomly on the armrest. The guards standing behind him received the instruction, nodded slightly, and left.

"Does Your Highness still remember that at the wedding banquet of the eldest son of the Grand Secretary's residence, the eldest son of the Grand Secretary was almost harmed by the young master of the Prime Minister's residence, turning a joyous occasion into a tragedy?"

Ye Jingnian's tone was languid: "I've heard of it."

"Although the misunderstanding has been cleared up, the two families still harbor resentment towards each other, which has caused considerable trouble for Prince Ye."

Upon hearing this, Ye Jingnian raised his eyebrows with some interest. At the same time, the guard who had just left brought a man dressed in a black cloak.

Duke Bai pointed to the man before him and said, "It was this man who did it."

As he finished speaking, the man removed his cloak. The old man's face was gaunt, but his eyes were as sharp as a hawk's.

"Your Highness, this is Daoist Qingming, who is proficient in forbidden arts of the Xuanmen sect, and is especially skilled at breaking through people's protective techniques," Duke Bai said proudly. "With his assistance, the Xuanmen barrier around the War King will surely be broken."

Ye Jingnian leaned lazily against the soft couch, tapping the armrest with his fingertips, and finally became interested: "Interesting."

He tilted his head to look at Duke Bai, a half-smile on his face: "The Duke is much more proactive than Father Emperor."

Duke Bai stroked his beard and smiled, "Now that my daughter is the Crown Princess, this old minister naturally has to share Your Highness's burdens."

A hint of mockery flashed in Ye Jingnian's eyes, but he didn't expose it.

This old fox probably doesn't know what situation Bai Muling is in now.
“Your Highness, I have heard that Miss Sheng is searching for the Liuli Tan, presumably to cure Prince Ye’s monthly relapse of the Golden Crow Feather Spirit. I have already sent people to search within the Zhu Luo Kingdom, and once any trace is found, it will be destroyed immediately.”

Golden Crow Feather Spirit? He had never heard of it.

Ye Jingnian frowned slightly, somewhat displeased. Had Zhi Xing actually kept something from him?

"The Golden Crow Feather Spirit has been lost for a hundred years and has returned to the world. It must not be something that ordinary people can do. I can't help but wonder, who made this thing?"

Ye Jingnian hesitated for a moment, then glanced at Duke Bai and said, "A Taoist priest invited at will."

Master Qingming paused for a moment, then shook his head sadly and said, "It's a pity that such profound mystical arts are being misused like this..."

Ye Jingnian raised an eyebrow and asked, "What do you mean by that, Daoist Master?"

"That Golden Crow Feather Spirit inflicts a thousand damages on the enemy but also eight hundred on itself. Every full moon, it requires the summoner to exhaust eighty percent of their life force to awaken the feather spirit within the host, greatly shortening their lifespan. I thought it was some loyal servant who did this for Your Highness, but I never imagined it was just a clueless greenhorn..."

Prince's Mansion.

"Bang!" Zhi Xing's door was kicked open from the outside.

Zhi Xing, who was sitting in front of the window in a daze, was startled. She turned her head and saw that familiar figure, and her eyes immediately reddened.

A delighted smile appeared on her face as she quickly walked towards Ye Jingnian: "Your Highness..."

"Slap!" Before Zhi Xing could even get close, a slap landed on her face.

Zhi Xing suddenly felt dizzy, her unsteady steps caused her to fall to the ground.

The celadon teacup shattered at Zhixing's feet, and the flying shards grazed her bare wrist, leaving a bloody mark.

"Who gave you permission to act on your own?!" Ye Jingnian grabbed her chin, his eyes surging with violence. "You're wasting 80% of your life force every month? How many lives do you think you have?!"

Zhi Xing was forced to tilt her head back, letting out a weak sob.

Moonlight streamed through the window, illuminating her pale, paper-white face.