"Impossible, Ye Zi'an wouldn't inexplicably come into contact with those two people, and shortly after their contact, Prince Fu was on to us. There's definitely something wrong, we must investigate this thoroughly."
"Yes!"
After the guard left, Prince Le looked up at the ceiling, his eyes full of malice, and pondered whether the two sides had reached a consensus. If they had joined forces, what was their intention in targeting his son? Wouldn't it be more direct to target him instead of his son?
He couldn't figure it out at that moment.
But by the time he did, it was too late.
Three days later, the poison affecting the heir of Prince Le was untreatable by the imperial physicians, and Mu Shaoling was nowhere to be found. As life hung in the balance, an old woman in black clothes offered herself, claiming she could cure the heir of Prince Le's poison.
