Chapter 12: The Storm Descends
The Empress Dowager grew increasingly uneasy and spoke in a low voice, “Pan Yu, tell me, do you truly believe that a mere nine-year-old child could have defeated an assassin?”
Pan Yu hurriedly responded, “I have thoroughly investigated the matter. The assassin was not affiliated with the temple. He disguised himself as a monk and hid within the temple, striking when the young prince, Xiao Anzi, had gone out for a moment due to stomach pain.”
“I also carefully examined the scene of the attack. From the traces left behind, it appears that during the struggle, the young emperor threw incense ashes into the assassin’s eyes, temporarily blinding him.”
“This led to the assassin inadvertently being stabbed in the chest by his own dagger during the ensuing fight. It must have been an accident.”
The Empress Dowager frowned. “An accident? Are you certain?”
Pan Yu nodded firmly. “I am certain. I thoroughly examined all the evidence at the scene and the wounds on the assassin’s body. I can confirm this was indeed an accident.”
Still unconvinced, the Empress Dowager said, “If it was truly an accident, then young Ning Chen’s luck is extraordinarily good…”
She recalled the terrified expression on Ning Chen’s face and sighed deeply.
“Very well, perhaps I am overthinking. He is but a frightened nine-year-old child. How could he possibly have the strength to kill an assassin?”
She then spoke solemnly again, “Pan Yu, remember this: by any means necessary, you must uncover the mastermind behind this!”
“I have a feeling this person is targeting me.”
“And this birthday celebration… it will hardly be peaceful.”
The assassination attempt on Ning Chen caused little stir. As the Empress Dowager’s birthday approached, the incident was almost forgotten.
Ning Chen was eager to find out who wanted to kill him. Especially the assassin’s final words lingered like a thorn in his heart.
He sensed that this assassination was only the surface of deeper, unseen power struggles.
Yet he knew with his current strength, he could not pull out this thorn from the darkness that clouded everything.
Compared to this hidden danger, the most important thing now was the Empress Dowager’s birthday.
He understood clearly that the birthday was his only chance—a direct confrontation with the Empress Dowager.
It might even be a battle to the death!
If he could not turn the tide during the celebration, he would be doomed beyond doubt.
The only consolation was that the Empress Dowager seemed unaware of anything suspicious about the assassination, especially his invention—the hidden crossbow in his sleeve.
Had she discovered it, she would never have allowed him to leave the palace, and his plans would have been thwarted.
He never imagined that the sleeve crossbow he made from wood and tools on the day he arrived would be used in such a way for its debut.
But it was made for survival; as long as no one else discovered it, it remained one of his trump cards in desperate times.
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