I, a spoiled young master, conquered the Crown Princess right from the start!

Inside the Eastern Palace.

"Bang!"

A precious glass cup was slammed to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Crown Prince Lu Yuan's chest heaved violently, his face ashen, as he paced back and forth in his study like a trapped wild beast.

"Damn it! Who on earth dares to frame me, Your Highness!"

At this moment, Grand Tutor Xu Shaochang, who had been sitting calmly to the side enjoying his tea, slowly put down his teacup.

"Your Highness, is there even a need to think about this?" Xu Shaochang didn't even lift his eyelids, and said softly, "Who else would dare to do this besides your good brothers? Their purpose is very clear: to sow discord between you and the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion."

Click!

Lu Yuan's fists clenched so tightly his knuckles cracked. He stopped and looked at Xu Shaochang with a hint of urgency in his eyes: "Grand Tutor, what should I do now? I wanted to use this opportunity to win over Chu Feng, but... but this happened!"

"Your Highness, please do not be anxious." Xu Shaochang finally raised his eyes, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his cloudy eyes. "In this old minister's opinion, that纨绔世子 (wán kù shì zǐ zǐ) vented his anger on the third and fourth sons today, and may not hold a grudge against the Crown Prince. What Your Highness needs to do now is not to sever ties, but to take the initiative to show goodwill."

"A gesture of goodwill?"

"That's right. Send someone to the Prince of Zhenbei's residence to offer your condolences, along with some valuable gifts. This will not only demonstrate Your Highness's magnanimity and sincerity, but also let the Prince of Zhenbei's residence see your attitude."

Lu Yuan's eyes lit up: "That's a great idea! Then, Grand Tutor, who do you think would be the most suitable to send?"

Xu Shaochang stroked his long beard, a meaningful smile playing on his lips: "The Crown Princess is the perfect choice. This matter arose from her birthday banquet, so it's only natural for her to step forward; no one can find fault with that."

Lu Yuan was taken aback, then nodded emphatically: "Okay! I'll go tell Youwei right away!"

……

The Third Prince's Residence.

As soon as Lu Feng returned to his residence, he smashed everything he could in the study.

Porcelain shards and torn calligraphy and paintings littered the floor, and servants knelt outside the door, silent as cicadas in winter.

He was panting heavily, and a burning pain still lingered on half of his cheek. It wasn't physical pain, but a deep-seated humiliation.

He, a prince, was slapped in public by a good-for-nothing!

"Chu Feng...you must die! You must die!!!"

Lu Feng's eyes were bloodshot, and his expression was twisted, like a ferocious beast ready to devour its prey.

"Your Highness, the Marquis of Tiannan requests an audience."

The butler's trembling voice rang out from outside the door.

Soon, a robust middle-aged man with a haggard and sorrowful expression on his face, but whose eyes held a murderous intent as deep as mountains of corpses and seas of blood, walked in. He was dressed in a marquis's python robe, and his every step exuded a battlefield aura.

It was none other than Marquis Tiannan, Luo Qingyang.

"Greetings, Your Highness." Luo Qingyang bowed to Lu Feng as he entered.

"Lord Luo, there's no need for such formalities." Lu Feng forced down his anger, managing an awkward smile. "I heard you were unconscious; are you alright?"

"Thank you for your concern, Your Highness. I am unharmed." Luo Qingyang straightened up, his voice as cold as ice. "I have come here today to discuss with Your Highness how to destroy the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion!"

Although he did not know who killed his son, he was 100% certain that the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion was involved.

"That's exactly what I was thinking too!" Lu Feng gritted his teeth, his eyes almost overflowing with hatred. "What brilliant idea does Marquis Luo have?"

"According to intelligence, a group of powerful barbarians have secretly infiltrated the capital." Luo Qingyang lowered his voice, his eyes flashing with a crazed light. "I have already made contact with them and we plan to launch a joint attack in three days, on Chu Feng's wedding day, to wipe the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion from this world!"

"Barbarians?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Feng was shocked and instinctively took a step back: "Lord Luo, have you gone mad? The barbarians are the mortal enemies of our Great Qian! To associate with them is treason! What if we are discovered..."

"Does Your Highness think anyone will discover this?" Luo Qingyang sneered. "The capital's defenses are so formidable. If the barbarians could infiltrate so silently, do you think the one sitting high on the dragon throne wouldn't know?"

"He knew, yet he took no action. Doesn't Your Highness understand what that means?"

Swish!

Lu Feng suddenly raised his head, a look of horror and realization flashing in his eyes: "Father...is he trying to use someone else to do his dirty work?"

"That's right!" Luo Qingyang's voice was full of allure. "His Majesty has long wanted to deal with the Prince of Zhenbei, but he's been lacking an excuse. Now that the barbarians have delivered this weapon to his doorstep, why wouldn't he take it? We only need to go with the flow and add fuel to the fire from behind!"

Lu Feng's breathing became heavy, and his expression shifted constantly. In the end, all his hesitation was replaced by overwhelming hatred.

"good!"

"That's what we'll do!"

His eyes flashed with murderous intent as he said, enunciating each word clearly, "This time, no matter what, we will ensure that bastard and his entire Zhenbei Prince's Mansion are annihilated!"

At this point, he abruptly changed the subject, his tone carrying an undeniable air of stubbornness: "However, remember! Do not harm Nihuang in the slightest!"

……

Meanwhile, at the Fourth Prince's residence.

The study was deathly silent. Lu Ling was slowly and meticulously wiping a short sword with a piece of white silk. The sword gleamed coldly, reflecting his expressionless face.

He didn't fly into a rage like Lu Feng, but beneath that calm lay a deeper killing intent.

"Send a message to my uncle, asking him to gather a group of top experts from within the sect and bring them to the capital."

His voice was soft, yet it sent chills down the spines of his subordinates.

"I, Your Highness, will turn that wedding in three days into that brat's funeral!"

"Yes!" The subordinate bowed and accepted the order, then quietly withdrew.

……

The Imperial Palace, Fengyi Palace.

Empress Mu Wanqing had just changed out of her palace attire when her personal maidservant stepped forward with an unmarked letter: "Your Majesty, a letter has arrived."

Mu Wanqing took the letter, opened it, and a sharp glint suddenly flashed in her originally calm phoenix eyes.

The next moment, the letter silently turned to ashes at her fingertips and fell into the incense burner beside her.

"Your Highness, is there any new instruction over there?" the maid asked curiously.

Mu Wanqing pondered for a few seconds, then her voice rang out softly, "People from over there will come in three days."

"What?" the maid exclaimed in surprise. "So suddenly? Could it be...?"

Mu Wanqing did not answer, but instead a meaningful smile appeared on her lips as she murmured to herself.

"It seems a grand spectacle is about to unfold in the capital in three days."

And at the number one sect in the Great Qian Dynasty—Tianjian Mountain!

Clang—

With a piercing sword cry, streaks of azure sword energy shot into the sky, transforming into azure lotus blossoms that bloomed out of thin air.

Immediately, a woman dressed in white with her hair tied up stepped out of the air, exuding an ethereal and otherworldly aura, as pure and melodious as a song!

"It's Senior Sister Qingge!"

"Senior Sister Qingge, you're so beautiful! No wonder you're ranked number one on the Great Qian Beauty List!"

At this moment, countless disciples of Tianjian Mountain stared in awe at the woman in white who looked like a fairy.

"Senior Sister Qingge, this is a letter from the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion!"

Immediately, a disciple took out a letter, and the woman in white instantly appeared in front of him. She took the letter with her slender hand, glanced at it, and her expression turned serious.

"Go back and tell Master that I'm returning to the capital!"

After the woman in white finished speaking, she vanished as if a gentle breeze had swept by.