"Since we know that the murderer of Eleven and Twelve is Wen Yuerou, what should we do next?" Prince Ji asked with a heavy heart.
"Let's not alert her. Absolutely do not leak what I know. When you report the investigation's progress to the Emperor later, say that you haven't found any clues yet," Jun Mohan looked at Prince Ji and reminded him.
"Mmm, I understand. Then how can we expose Wen Yuerou's true face to my father?" Prince Ji asked again.
"Let me and Li'er discuss this matter first. We'll inform you of our plan later," Jun Mohan said after a few seconds of thought.
"Alright! Then I'll arrange for people to handle the funeral arrangements for Eleven and Twelve," Prince Ji sighed.
Subsequently, Prince Ji went to report the case to the Emperor and arranged for the funeral of Eleven and Twelve. Although they died young, they were still royal descendants, and their burial could not be taken lightly. He hoped that the brother and sister could be reborn into a good family in their next life, enjoying a lifetime of happiness and well-being.
It was not until nightfall that Prince Ji escorted Jun Mohan and Leng Ruoli out of the imperial palace.
When Jun Mohan and Leng Ruoli returned to the inn where they were staying, Yin Chen and Chu Mingxuan were guarding their room, their eyes fixed on the six large wooden chests placed inside.
These six large wooden chests were a generous gift from Prince Ji and his wife to Leng Ruoli. To their surprise, Princess Ji had already arranged for a carriage to have them delivered.
Alas, Princess Ji was truly considerate.
"Consort, could you possibly part with a tael or two of these rare medicinal herbs for me?" Chu Mingxuan asked with a thick skin and a cheerful smile.
Seeing his demeanor, Leng Ruoli raised an eyebrow.
"I knew you'd have your eye on this box of medicinal herbs," Leng Ruoli said helplessly.
Then, she opened the large wooden chest filled with medicinal herbs and selected a few of the most precious and rarest ones to give to Chu Mingxuan.
Upon seeing the few herbs Leng Ruoli handed him, Chu Mingxuan's large eyes widened. He had never expected Leng Ruoli to be so generous, giving him such rare herbs all at once. At this moment, his heart was already overflowing with joy.
Then, Chu Mingxuan tightly hugged the rare medicinal herbs gifted to him by Leng Ruoli and, contentedly, trotted back to his room.
At this point, Yin Chen and the other two finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Consort, you don't know this Chu Physician, ever since Princess Ji sent this box of medicinal herbs to your and the Prince's room, his shifty eyes haven't left this box. He even opened the box a few times to sneakily touch the herbs, almost drooling over them. We, your subordinates, were worried he might steal the Consort's medicinal herbs, so the three of us had to keep a close watch on him," Yin Chen said indignantly.
"Haha, no wonder you were all gathered around staring at the box. So that's what it was," Leng Ruoli said, finding it both exasperating and amusing.
Hearing Leng Ruoli's laughter, Yin Chen suddenly felt that their actions just now were a bit childish. In fact, even if the three of them hadn't been watching Chu Mingxuan, he wouldn't have stolen the Consort's medicinal herbs. After all, they had known Chu Mingxuan for so many years, and his character was quite decent; he was considered a relatively reliable person.
"Alright, it's getting late. You should all go back and rest," Leng Ruoli instructed the three of them.
"Yes, Consort!" Yin Chen and the other two replied respectfully.
Then, the three of them turned and walked out of the Prince and Consort's room.
After Yin Chen and the other two returned to their rooms, Leng Ruoli closed the door securely. With a wave of her hand, the six large wooden chests in the room instantly disappeared. Subsequently, Leng Ruoli took Jun Mohan into her system space.
Seeing the countless treasures stored in her storage room, Leng Ruoli was extremely happy. Leng Ruoli had not only stored the dowry her original owner's mother had given her but also all the treasures given to her by her father, the Emperor, and the Empress Dowager. She was now a true little rich woman.
After they had bathed, both of them felt a little hungry. Leng Ruoli personally cooked two bowls of beef noodles for them, along with two fried eggs. After they had eaten their fill, they began to discuss matters.
"Jun Mohan, I suspect Wen Yuerou is also afflicted with wolf poison, just like you," Leng Ruoli said sternly.
"Then tell me your thoughts," Jun Mohan replied seriously.
"Last night was the full moon. I suspect the Wen Yuerou we saw was precisely during the time her wolf poison acted up. Her appearance was very similar to when your wolf poison acted up, but there were also some differences. When Wen Yuerou's poison acted up, her combat strength was not as great as yours, and her skin was all shriveled and wrinkled. It was truly ugly, nowhere near comparable to your mighty and imposing appearance when your poison acted up," Leng Ruoli recalled the events of last night and said slowly.
Hearing this, Jun Mohan was speechless. He had never heard anyone described in such a way.
"Then have you thought of a way to make her poison act up again?" Jun Mohan asked.
"I'll first ask Prince Ji to get some of Wen Yuerou's blood to see if the poison she has is indeed wolf poison. Then, I'll develop a medicine that can induce the wolf poison to act up prematurely and secretly give it to her," Leng Ruoli said after careful consideration.
Hearing this, Jun Mohan nodded in agreement.
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Meanwhile.
After Prince Ji returned to his mansion, the guard he had dispatched earlier to monitor the entrance of his mansion brought a man into his study, escorted by two subordinates.
"Your Highness, this is the person who has been staring at the mansion's entrance all day," the guard bowed and explained to Prince Ji.
"Who sent you?" Prince Ji asked with a dark expression.
"I will not tell you. Whether you want to kill me or torture me, I will obey your will," the man said, glancing at Prince Ji with disdain.
As soon as the man finished speaking, a guard standing beside him slapped him, drawing blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Show some respect when you speak to my Prince!" the guard warned the man.
"Heh! Go ahead and hit me!" the man said arrogantly.
This time, the guard punched the man in the abdomen. The man writhed on the ground in pain, groaning miserably, but his hands were bound.
"Ah—"
"It hurts so much, just kill me!" the man said in agony.
"Don't worry, I won't kill you. Since you are afraid of pain, I won't hit you. Shang Dong, go find a duck feather. I want to give him the great torture," Prince Ji said to the guard leader who had just hit the man.
Hearing this, Shang Dong and the two younger subordinates in the room were all bewildered. What did their Prince want to do with a duck feather? Was it a form of torture using a duck feather? However, he dared not ask the Prince what the duck feather was for, so he went to the kitchen with a look of confusion to find a duck feather.
At this moment, the man lying on the ground heard Prince Ji say he wanted to inflict torture with a duck feather and found it incredibly amusing.