Chapter 1999: Ming Qi, you are the Thirteenth Prince
Chapter 1999 Ming Qi, you are the Thirteenth Prince
Thin rain fell from the dark sky, wrapping the darkness of the alley into a gloomy shadow.
Ye Siming stood there, his eyes dark and cold.
"If I'm not mistaken, you just went to the home of Suxue, the nun who once served the Thirteenth Prince."
"The man who received the money is Suxue's only son, right?"
Ye Siming raised his eyebrows.
Ming Qi heard this and chuckled in a low voice: "Since you have already guessed it, why are you asking?"
"I would like to ask Yong Yehou, this matter has nothing to do with you, and I have no enmity with you, why do you have to stare at me?"
Ye Siming's eyes were cold: "You lied to Gu Nuo'er, I will find out."
Ming Qi was startled.
Did they find out he lied last time?
Ye Siming looked at his expression and a mocking smile formed on his thin lips.
"Tell Gu Nuo'er that you had a conflict with the envoy from the Western Regions and had to injure yourself to escape."
"But on the day of the Peace Banquet, all the civil and military officials who came to the banquet were not allowed to wear swords. Where did you get the weapons?"
Ming Qi's eyes darkened: "I was not injured at the banquet."
Ye Siming raised his unruly eyebrows, with undisguised sneer in his eyes.
"Now that things have happened, you still want to lie?
You can deceive others, but you cannot deceive me, unless you want me to spread the word at all costs and drag you to confront the envoys from the Western Regions."
Ming Qi was speechless for a moment!
He knew that Marquis Yong Ye was cruel and cold-hearted, and he could do whatever he said.
Ming Qi asked in a low voice: "What do you want?
So what if you know the truth, do you care?"
Ye Siming entered his temples and eyebrows, writing as sharp and cold as a blade.
He laughed: "The sword that hurt you on the day of the Peace Banquet came from the Imperial Guard, right?"
Ming Qi was shocked.
The rain made his hair wet and stuck to his temples, highlighting the momentary fear in his eyes.
Can Ye Siming even check this?
The young man continued to ask in an indifferent tone: "Combined with what you just said, if you think I can't control it, then the person who hurt you is the emperor."
Ming Qi gritted his teeth: "I advise you not to ask too many questions, otherwise you may not be able to keep your hard-won position as Prince Consort."
Ye Siming raised his eyebrows: "I said, if you lied to Gu Nuo'er, I will investigate the matter to the end. Even if I am facing the emperor, I will be fearless."
The young man took a step forward, his eyes were cold and dark, like a ferocious wolf about to hunt in the woods on a rainy night, with a frightening cold light.
"Ming Qi, you are the Thirteenth Prince Gu Ziya. For some reason, you hid in the Western Regions and stayed with Na Tu under the pseudonym Ming Qi, right?"
Every word of Ye Siming's words were like sharp swords.
Quickly, decisively, and without mercy, Ming Qi split open the disguise that Ming Qi had hidden for many years.
Unable to hide it, Ming Qi was stunned. He came to his senses in the blink of an eye, drew out the long sword from his waist, and stabbed Ye Siming!
Ye Siming stepped back slightly and turned sideways to avoid this move.
Immediately afterwards, Ming Qi feinted, turned around, and wanted to jump onto the roof to escape.
However, Ye Siming seemed to have expected it.
He stretched out a palm and clamped Ming Qi's shoulder directly, making him unable to move.
Ye Siming raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Want to run?"
Ming Qi struggled to get away.
Sudden.
Ming Qi's expression changed!
Ye Siming saw him suddenly fall to the ground, holding his shoulders, and his body gradually curled up together.
His expression was very painful.
Now it was Ye Siming's turn to be stunned: "What's wrong with you?
I didn't hit you."
Ming Qi was so angry that his veins were exposed on his forehead and his face was red: "The poison has taken hold, take me...take me back to the palace!"