Chapter 421: 421 caused by fright

The young maids were so terrified that they collapsed on the ground, afraid to even run away lest the flashing knives and whirling swords accidentally fall upon them.

The fight was more like a one-sided massacre.

Even Prince Number Two felt his heart pound with trepidation; his bladder relaxed, and a yellowish liquid trickled down his trousers onto the ground.

“Where is she?” Sikong Mo’s voice rose again, sounding to Prince Number Two’s ears more like the call of the grim reaper.

“She… she… she was taken away by the Royal Residence…” Never in his life had Prince Number Two thought he would face such a humiliating moment.

“You’d better pray she’s unharmed, otherwise…” Sikong Mo’s inner strength suddenly surged, and with booming sounds, the entirety of Prince Number Two’s great hall collapsed. The tiles and wood shavings didn’t dare to fall near Sikong Mo; they were all repelled by the inner strength emanating from his body.

“Think back to the heads hanging above your bed just a few days ago. I wouldn’t mind turning you into one of them!” Sikong Mo released his grip; finally, Prince Number Two’s neck was free, but his body slackened and rolled to the ground, his luxurious clothes stained with the yellowish substance on the floor, spreading a strange smell around.

Watching Sikong Mo leave with his men, Prince Number Two suddenly realized, he didn’t even dare to harbor thoughts of revenge.

The heads that Sikong Mo had referred to, hung up above his bed just a few days ago…

Of course, Prince Number Two dared not forget.

That day, after he sent men to assassinate Sikong Mo and was feeling extremely pleased with himself, he enjoyed his time with a concubine, then fell asleep right after.

To his horror, when he awoke in the morning, he found heads hanging all around his bed, with several more stacked at the foot. Each was fresh enough to still be dripping blood, soaking the bedspread in a vivid hue.

“Ah…”

Prince Number Two suddenly let out a blood-curdling scream, as if he had transported back to that moment, that day. That scene terrified him so much that he did not recover for a full two days. The concubine who had shared his bed was even worse off; she died from the shock, her eyes wide as saucers.

After verifying that the heads were those of the men he had sent, Prince Number Two understood that Sikong Mo was a force to be reckoned with and deeply regretted his complicity in his mother’s schemes against Sikong.

He feared what Sikong Mo might do if he learned of this affair, that he might meet the same grisly fate.

He had thought never to provoke this demon again. This time, he had only intended to cause some trouble for the fourth prince and incidentally lodge a minor complaint at the palace. Little did he expect to invoke the wrath of this vengeful deity once more!

Prince Number Two tried to rise from the ground but found his legs were too weak.

Sitting amidst the ruins of what had once been his splendid hall, surrounded by rubble from the collapse, he noticed that the spot where Sikong Mo had stood was spotlessly clean, without even a splinter of wood, offering him a place of refuge.

It wasn’t until the wife of Prince Number Two heard the news from the front courtyard and rushed over, commanding people to climb the ruins and rescue Prince Number Two from the debris.

Prince Number Two was so frightened that he nearly lost his mind and lay straight on the bed after being taken out.

The Imperial Physician examined him and concluded that, apart from finger marks on his neck from being strangled, there were no other injuries; Prince Number Two’s condition was caused by extreme fright.

Such cowardly behavior from Prince Number Two became the laughingstock of the capital city. Men are expected to shed blood, not tears, yet he managed to scare himself to such an extent; truly, he could be considered a talent in his own right.