"Qian Xingzhi, you're the one who's lost your mind," Jun Fulin said with a cold sneer.
If an imperial prince had been murdered, could things have remained so calm outside? It was easier to pass messages in prison than in the mansion. Since the Song family had betrayed the Crown Prince and defected to him, Jun Fulin, they had staked everything on him, and now they were running around on his behalf. After all, he was Consort Yan's son; the so-called assassination was a minor fault in the struggle for succession.
Jun Anche would certainly release him—Jun Fulin had figured that out during these days.
"It's just that it hasn't been discovered yet. Since he locked himself in his room listening to you, I could easily enter and assassinate him like last time." Qian Xingzhi left some time for Jun Fulin to react, then said, "Don't you understand yet? Jun Anche has completely given up on you. This assassination was never brought into the open. He could have covered for you, yet he still had you tried at the morning court."
Jun Fulin said nothing, closing his eyes and letting her words go in one ear and out the other.
"All these years, your rivalry with the Fifth Prince has only been Jun Anche's way of keeping you in check, while secretly supporting the Seventh Prince. That’s because he never considered making you Crown Prince. When the time was ripe, he would no longer indulge you. Now that the Seventh Prince's origins are in question, he may never ascend the throne, but Wen Chunyi could give birth to a more suitable heir. Yet you, unaware of your own peril, tried to kill Wen Chunyi. Naturally, Jun Anche won't keep you around to continue being foolish."
"Don't dream, Qian Xingzhi," Jun Fulin opened his eyes slightly but didn't look at her. "Among the princes, I am the eldest. Even if the Fifth Brother was made Crown Prince, he can't shake my position because Father dotes on me. Do you think I'd doubt that because of a few of your words?"
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