Joy of Life: Me, the Second Prince? Summon Yuan Tiangang!

"hehe."

A very soft laugh suddenly came from Emperor Qing's mouth.

The laughter sounded particularly abrupt and chilling in the empty imperial study.

"Wait until he's finished before coming?" Emperor Qing shook his head, a strange smile playing on his lips. "Very well."

Both Eunuch Hou and Gong Dian were stunned.

They never expected that His Majesty would react this way upon hearing that his son had openly defied the imperial decree and committed murder.

Emperor Qing stood up, walked to the huge landscape painting with his hands behind his back, and stared intently at a certain point on the painting.

He certainly wouldn't be angry because a eunuch had died.

Putting aside the fact that in his eyes, eunuchs were nothing more than disposable consumables.

Even if Hou Daban was killed by Li Chengze, he wouldn't show his anger. Li Chengze was already out of his control and no longer someone he could manipulate at will.

"All of you, step back." Emperor Qing waved his hand casually. "Tell those people outside to keep surrounding us, but don't let even a fly in. As for passing on messages..."

Emperor Qing paused, his gaze falling on the trembling eunuch Hou beside him.

"Tomorrow, choose someone more astute. Since the second prince says he wants to wait until he's finished, I'll give him one night. I'll ask him again first thing tomorrow morning."

"This old servant...this old servant obeys the decree." Eunuch Hou wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, inwardly groaning.

Should we go again tomorrow?

This is practically sending people to their deaths!

Who knows if that Second Prince, the God of Slaughter, will be in a good mood tomorrow morning?

The soldiers and palace officials felt as if they had been granted a pardon and quickly withdrew from the imperial study.

The night grew deeper and deeper.

The undercurrents in Kyoto were completely stirred up by the bloodshed of that night.

Inside the Prime Minister's residence, Lin Ruofu listened in silence for a long time to the secret report from Yuan Hongdao regarding the murders at the Second Prince's residence. After a long while, he finally sighed deeply, "It seems we need to hurry."

Inside the forensic institute, Chen Pingping stroked the armrest of his wheelchair, listening to Shadow's report. A strange smile appeared on his old face. "Murder, bloodshed. The story is about to get interesting."

the next day.

The early spring dawn pierced through the thin mist over Kyoto, casting a cold metallic sheen on the layers of armor of the Imperial Guards outside the Second Prince's residence.

All night long, the Second Prince's residence was as quiet as a tomb, with no signs of any attempt to break out.

But the Imperial Guards outside dared not slacken their guard in the slightest; every single one of them was on edge.

"Squeak—"

The heavy, vermilion gate was slowly pushed open a crack by the combined efforts of several imperial guards.

A frail figure, "escorted" by two imperial guards, tremblingly entered the mansion, which was considered a den of dragons and tigers.

This is a young eunuch named Xiao Li Zi.

He had only learned last night that his arrogant master, Xiao Dengzi, had been beheaded in this very mansion.

Today, Eunuch Hou entrusted him with this "glorious" task.

Leonardo DiCaprio felt his calves cramping, and every step he took felt like walking on a knife's edge.

He could even smell a faint trace of blood in the air.

Led by a guard from the royal palace, he nervously arrived at a pavilion in the back garden.

The pavilion, with its octagonal eaves, carved beams, and painted rafters, was surrounded by thin, misty silk gauze curtains that swayed gently in the breeze, creating a scene reminiscent of a fairyland. However, in Little Li's eyes, the latest chapter of the novel, "[Chapter Title Missing]", had been updated, and he urged everyone to catch up! These fluttering curtains were like the summoning banners of a soul-reaping messenger, and the pavilion itself was the legendary Hall of the Underworld.

In the center of the pavilion was a soft couch, on which the Second Prince Li Chengze was casually reclining.

Today he was dressed in a loose-fitting black casual robe, the front of which was slightly open, revealing a moon-white inner shirt underneath. His long, black hair was loosely tied up with a jade hairpin, with a few strands falling beside his cheeks, exuding an indescribable air of languor and unruliness.

He held Si Lili in his arms.

Si Lili wore no makeup today, yet her stunning beauty was still undeniable.

She wore a flowing, plain-colored dress and nestled against Li Chengze's chest like a gentle cat.

Li Chengze was playing with her long, smooth hair with one hand, while his other hand gently embraced her slender waist.

The two were talking in hushed tones, with Si Lili occasionally letting out a charming giggle, the sound as clear as a silver bell, echoing in the eerily quiet back garden.

Little Li was led by the guards to a spot about three zhang (approximately 10 meters) away from the pavilion, where he stopped.

The guard gave him a cold glance, did not announce his arrival, and turned to retreat into the shadows as if he had never been there.

Leonardo DiCaprio stood there all alone, like a lamb abandoned in the wilderness.

He didn't dare to breathe, his hands were tightly clenched together, his knuckles turned white from the excessive force.

He lowered his head deeply, his chin almost piercing his chest, his gaze fixed on the bluestone slab in front of his toes, not daring to even raise his eyes slightly out of the corner of his eye.

He lowered his head deeply, his chin almost piercing his chest, his gaze fixed on the bluestone slab in front of his toes, not daring to even raise his eyes slightly out of the corner of his eye.

The scene of learning of Master Xiao Dengzi's death last night kept replaying in my mind.

He fears.

He was terrified.

He feared that he might inadvertently anger Li Chengze and be killed with a sword.

Leonardo DiCaprio could clearly hear his own heart pounding like a drum, "thump! thump! thump!", making his eardrums ache.

He even had the illusion that his loud heartbeat would disturb the man in the pavilion, thus bringing about his own demise.

He tried hard to control his breathing, attempting to make it long and shallow.

But extreme fear made his chest feel as if a huge rock was pressing down on it, making each breath incredibly difficult. Cold sweat poured down his forehead like a burst dam, sliding down his cheeks, gathering on his chin, and then dripping onto the bluestone slab with a "plop".

The extremely subtle sound of dripping water, to Leonardo DiCaprio, was like a thunderclap.

He shuddered violently, and his legs began to tremble involuntarily.

Inside the pavilion, Li Chengze seemed completely unaware that there was a living person standing outside.

He was still engrossed in playing with Si Lili.

"Your Highness, you're hurting me," Si Lili said coquettishly, twisting her body slightly as she tried to avoid Li Chengze's mischievous hand between her legs.

"Oh? Is that so?" Li Chengze chuckled, his voice slightly hoarse and magnetic, exuding an indescribable allure. "I think Lili seems to be enjoying it quite a bit."

As he spoke, he not only didn't let go, but tightened his grip even more, then lowered his head and gently bit her earlobe.

Si Lili let out a suppressed gasp, two blushes instantly rising on her beautiful cheeks, her eyes sparkling as if they could drip water.

She stopped struggling and instead leaned obediently into Li Chengze's arms, letting him do as he pleased.

Little Li stood outside, not daring to look up, but the voice that made him blush crept into his ears like a demonic sound.

He wished he were deaf, blind, or dead.