The Demonic Crown Prince

Li Yuan returned to the military camp.

I felt incredibly happy the whole way!

To be honest, if he didn't have so many concerns about being in the capital, he would have killed Li Jun and the others directly, especially Li Feng, who would have been torn to pieces.

As for brothers...

Holy crap, the royal family talks about this?

If you're really desperate, even fathers and sons will fight each other, let alone brothers.

Besides, which of these so-called brothers wouldn't try to kill him? They all wanted to kill him so they could seize the throne and become the crown prince.

As for family ties, propriety, and a sense of shame, those have long been part of our lives.

Therefore, Li Yuan felt that he had gone easy on Li Yuan these past few days!

If he really gets the chance, he wouldn't mind sending a few people to meet their maker.

In the military camp.

Fang Li and Fang Rou knelt before him. Fang Li looked at him with complicated emotions, while Fang Rou shrank into Fang Li's arms, revealing her two big, dark eyes full of fear.

"The antidote, one pill a day for three consecutive days, will neutralize the poison. Here you go."

Li Yuan threw the antidote to Fang Li.

Fang Li caught the antidote and, without saying a word, quickly gave Fang Rou one pill.

She then turned to look at Li Yuan, somewhat moved, "Your Highness, so you went to get me the antidote?"

"I was just causing a ruckus at the palace and happened to give you the antidote while I was at it. No need to thank me. Consider it an act of kindness on my part."

Li Yuan said calmly.

"This lowly concubine has nothing more to say. I swear to serve Your Highness to the death and will never betray you."

Fang Li knelt on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

At that moment, she couldn't help but be moved.

"If you really want to follow me, then let Fang Rou stay in the army camp."

If you do not have this intention, leave immediately, and I will not make things difficult for you!

Li Yuan waved his hand.

"It is Xiaorou's good fortune to be able to stay in the military camp; she couldn't ask for more!"

As for me, I will obey Your Highness's orders without hesitation, through wind and rain, through mountains of knives and seas of fire, without ever flinching.

Fang Li didn't hesitate at all and looked up directly.

"Aren't you afraid that I might be assassinated again, or even suffer defeat and death, which could lead to Fang Rou's death in the military camp as well?"

Li Yuan looked at her with a half-smile.

"If that's truly the case, then it was her fate. To die alongside the prince is her honor!"

Fang Li wiped away her tears and said.

"Okay, I'll take you."

Li Yuan laughed loudly.

"Thank you for taking me in, Your Highness!"

Fang Li was overjoyed.

"Take your sister down with you. You'll have your own mission after leaving Beijing in a few days!"

Don't let me down!

Li Yuan gave her a deep look.

This glance held no threat, only hope and anticipation!

This also stirred Fang Li's heart; it was the first time she had ever seen her boss look at her with such encouragement.

In the past, no matter which prince it was, they would always look down on you with a condescending gaze, or have a fierce, wolf-like look, or a sinister look that sent chills down your spine!

This prince is truly different from them!

At least he had a sliver of humanity!

Fang Li led his men away, and Li Yuan, after catching his breath, enthusiastically went out to train with a group of soldiers.

In the past few days, the soldiers have become proficient in the assassination techniques he taught them, as well as the Black Dragon Eighteen Hands and the Capture Fist. In just one more month, after a few more real battles, these soldiers will immediately undergo a true transformation and become the elite troops he desires most.

Perhaps, such a day is not far off.

Just as Li Yuan finished training and had a meal, he was about to rest for a while when a sentry suddenly ran up to the camp and said that someone outside the tent wanted to see Li Yuan but refused to reveal their identity.

Furthermore, the mask was so tightly concealed that it was impossible to see the face clearly.

The sentry dared not act on his own, so he came to ask for instructions.

"Who would come to see me at this time?" Li Yuan asked, somewhat curious.

Following the sentry outside the camp, they saw a man completely covered from head to toe in a black cloak, wearing a duster and pulling up his hood, making it impossible to tell who he was.

"This humble servant greets Your Highness." The man knelt on one knee and cupped his hands above his head.

"Who are you? Why do you want to see me?" Li Yuan asked, frowning.

"Your Highness, it's not that I want to see you, but rather..."

At this point, he glanced a few times at the heavily guarded soldiers behind Li Yuan, then hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.

"You all step back five paces," Li Yuan said to the scarred men behind him.

Scarface hesitated for a moment. Although they knew that the prince was a peerless hero and no one could hurt him if he was on guard, their duty and loyalty made them somewhat reluctant.

"Don't worry, it's nothing!" Li Yuan nodded to himself.

"Yes!" Scarface and his men obeyed the order and retreated five steps away, but they remained vigilant, carrying crossbows and gripping guns, watching the black-clad man's every move in the distance.

The man in black made no move, but said to Li Yuandao in a very low voice, "Your Highness, the Prime Minister wishes to see you."

"Huh?" Li Yuan was taken aback. It was Zhang Yue?

He actually wants to see me?

"Why?" Li Yuan asked.

"Here is a letter in the Prime Minister's own handwriting. You once served as his advisor, and Your Highness can recognize his handwriting at a glance."

The man in black whispered, then took out a letter and handed it to him.

Li Yuan opened the letter, which contained only a few words: "Your subject has something from the bottom of his heart to say to Your Highness. This matter concerns the safety of those leaving the capital, and I earnestly hope that Your Highness will grant me a meeting!"

That is indeed Zhang Yue's handwriting.

Zhang Yue's calligraphy was unparalleled in the imperial court. He was also a former top scholar in the imperial examinations. His policy essay, consisting of 2,624 characters, was written in one go without a single correction. It was also a masterpiece of calligraphy and has now been sent to the Ministry of Personnel for safekeeping to inspire future generations.

Therefore, Li Yuan could tell at a glance that the writing was done by the person himself!

Li Yuan squinted, pondered for a moment, took out a tinderbox, blew on it to create a flame, and burned the letter directly.

With a wave of his hand, he said, "Lead the way."

"Your Highness, please follow me!"

The man in black then mounted his horse.

Li Yuan stopped Scarface and his group, ordered someone to bring out a horse, and followed the man in black alone.

They drove in silence for about fifteen minutes before turning onto a small road ahead. After several twists and turns, they stopped by a small river with abundant water plants.

Ahead, there was a carriage with its curtain open, and inside was none other than Zhang Yue, the current prime minister.

"Your Highness, the lord is waiting for you, so this humble servant will not go."

The man in black dismounted and stood guard in place.

Li Yuan walked over and got into the sedan chair.

The carriage is spacious enough for two people to sit facing each other.

"I have never had such a close conversation with the Prime Minister before. Should I say I am honored?"

Li Yuan smiled slightly, but his tone was icy cold.

Because he harbored deep prejudice against Zhang Yue—who was the prime minister personally promoted by his maternal grandfather, Liu Wei. However, he never expected that after his grandfather passed away last year and Zhang Yue took power, he would avoid him like the plague and never have a deep conversation with him.

My relationship with him was limited to daily official business; we never had any contact in private.

His attitude made it impossible for Li Yuan not to have a problem with him.

Zhang Yue sighed deeply, lowered the sedan curtain, and then knelt before Li Yuan, saying, "This old minister greets Your Highness!"

Li Yuan was stunned. What was going on?