To The Royal Palace

Wang Zhiqing watched quietly as the guards dragged the unconscious assassin away.

Her thoughts were a mess.

The idea that her second brother could be involved in such a thing didn't sit right with her.

However, now that the emperor was sick and the succession battle had already begun, it didn't seem impossible either.

But it could be other people as well. 

It was difficult to draw a conclusion from the words of one assassin alone.

It could even be a ploy, as Feng Chen suggested, to sow discord with the second prince.

Although the Second Prince had never treated her as a sister before, she still refused to believe that he would kill her without any reason.

Ahead of her, Feng Chen walked calmly, his hands behind his back as if nothing had happened.

He glanced at Wang Zhiqing and knew she must be thinking about the assassin who had been sent to kill her.

Well, even he would, if he were in her shoes.