Poverty makes me capable of anything.

She doesn't have many schemes, but that doesn't mean she's a naive and innocent girl.

"The Royal Guard's warships have already appeared over Aix. Perhaps it's time for the First Princess to mourn for the Fourth Prince," Anatoli chuckled.

If Eresh was rude to Orina, then Anatoli completely disregarded the eldest princess as an equal.

It's nothing more than a puppet that can be manipulated at will.

If you're in a bad mood, you can just crudely remove the word "control" from your name.

At most, I'll just get a few scoldings.

Orina nodded silently.

With another member of the royal family gone, she no longer knew whether to feel sorrow or cope with other emotions.

At this point, many people outside must have thought that the Third Prince would be the biggest winner.

However, with these behind-the-scenes manipulators at work, the Third Prince could easily fall into the abyss if he is not careful.

"Let's go, you lead the way."

"Great, I like your cooperative attitude."

Anatoly nodded and went into the house.

"you……"

Before Orina could finish speaking, Anatoli walked to the broken table and then his hand landed on the door.

With a gentle pull.

The door opened.

A passageway appeared before Orina.

"!"

Orina blinked hard.

There's another road here?

Unbelievable.

"Go in, Your Highness, just keep going straight ahead."

"Oh."

Orina went inside.

Half an hour later, more than a dozen naval guns landed on the ruins of the tower, turning the hidden underground structures into dust under the bombardment.

Only a very few people know that the vanished Princess Olena of the Empire was once imprisoned here.

……

"Your Highness, we must find a way to leave here!"

"Leave? Tell me how to leave!"

The fourth prince leaned out and roared angrily at the old man who was speaking to him.

“We can think of a way,” the old man said, wiping the sweat from his brow.

"Ah."

The fourth prince stood up and walked up to him: "It seems you have a good idea. That's good. The task of figuring out a solution is now in your hands. If you can't come up with one..."

The fourth prince raised his gun and aimed it at a vase in the main hall.

boom!

The vase was shattered on the ground.

"Think it over carefully! I have high hopes for you!" The fourth prince patted the old man on the shoulder and strode away.

Only the old man remained frozen in place.

After a while, several more people ran in from outside.

One of them sighed, "How is the situation?"

"It's like this..." the old man said helplessly.

The group remained silent for a moment.

“I told you long ago that there’s no need to go looking for the Fourth Prince. His choices after the Royal Council meeting showed that he’s a madman. Whether it’s prosperity or decline, it’s never safe to stay around a madman like that.”

"Since things have come to this, I have no choice but to leave."

"There's nothing we can do. It's not that we're heartless, it's just that the Fourth Prince is unjust."

“That’s right, you don’t need to feel any burden. Let’s go find the First Prince together.”

"What do you want to do with the First Prince?"

"Once the Royal Guard defeats the Fourth Prince, who do you think they'll go after?"

That's a good question.

The others thought about it and immediately realized that the Imperial Guard was the most likely candidate to go to the Crown Prince.

They wouldn't dare to be self-reliant; if they really had the guts, they would have shouted the slogan long ago.

Going to greet the Third Prince would be utterly foolish.

Only by finding the eldest prince can they maximize their interests.

If one considers sentiments rather than interests, then one is no longer a noble and aristocratic group of the empire.

"While Aixing hasn't fallen yet, we can still get a share of the spoils if we rush over. If we're too late, we'll lose everything."

When a new emperor ascends the throne, he will inevitably promote those who have made great contributions.

They arrived late; that's currying favor, not supporting.

Timeliness is an unavoidable topic in politics.

"It seems you've already made your decision."

Just as those people turned to leave the main hall, the Fourth Prince walked in from outside.

He swept his cold eyes over the group of old ministers.

traitor!

He's a complete traitor!

Just a casual test, and so many traitors were discovered!

The fourth prince was furious.

He probably doesn't know the saying, "Never test the limits of people's hearts," because some things are forced out during the process of testing.

"I never expected that you, Fourth Prince, had such a trick up your sleeve," an old man said.

The fourth prince curled his lip, twirling the miniature pistol in his hand before finally locking onto the old man's forehead: "Considering you've followed me for so long, tell me, what kind of death do you want? One by one, or are you planning to stand in a row?"

The old man suddenly laughed: "Your Highness, Fourth Prince, you're being a bit too naive!"

"What do you mean by that?"

“There are five of us here, but Your Highness, you are all alone!”

what?

The other four people stared at the old man in astonishment.

Kill him? Kill the Fourth Prince?

"Hmm, your math is pretty good. Five is indeed better than four." The Fourth Prince actually put his gun away.

“Your Highness, it’s too late to put the gun away now. If you had called more people over, we might have chosen to commit suicide, since we wouldn’t have fared well in your hands anyway. But you’ve been too impulsive. Things have come to this point, and we can’t let you go.”

The old man chuckled, pulled a dagger from under his shoe, and held it horizontally in front of his chest.

"This knife of mine is a specially made poisoned blade coated with the latest nerve agent. Just one touch and a person will die in less than five seconds, hehe..."

"Amazing!"

The fourth prince laughed heartily and gave the old man a thumbs-up.

Just as his thumb pressed down, the old man suddenly pulled his right hand, which was holding the knife, back, and pressed the back of the knife against his lips.

"what!"

"you……"

He and his old buddies were stunned.

Grass!

You've lived to be over ninety, what a waste of your life!

He just said his knife was poisoned, so why did he bite it?

"me……"

The old man quickly put the knife away, looking bewildered and at a loss.

"How does it taste? Does it taste like home?" The Fourth Prince suddenly sneered.

"It's you!"

The old man slowly extended his left hand, but his body suddenly stiffened halfway through.

His pupils contracted sharply, then gradually dilated again.

Whoosh!

He just collapsed to the ground.

"Your Highness, Fourth Prince, you..."

"Idiots! You're all idiots! Hahaha..." The Fourth Prince laughed wildly, "I'm a master, a true master-level expert. You bunch of idiots, so what if there are five of you? Even if there are five hundred or fifty thousand pieces of trash, do you think you're not trash just because you're all together?!"

The four survivors remained silent in fear.

The fourth prince's distorted face and the old man's terrified expression on the ground struck their hearts again and again.