The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 591

Chapter 591: 285 The Truth Revealed (Third Update)

The pitch-black room was devoid of any light, with a faint medicinal scent wafting in the air from the incense burner.

Wrapped tightly like a dumpling, Tang Ming sank into an uncomfortable and agonizing sleep, totally unaware of the shadow quietly creeping towards him.

The shadow silently approached the bed and raised the dagger in its hand. The chilling flash of the blade reflected in Tang Ming’s eyes.

Tang Ming’s eyes shot open, "Who’s there?!"

The figure clamped a hand over Tang Ming’s mouth, while the other held tightly onto the dagger, driving it forcefully towards Tang Ming’s stomach!

Tang Ming struggled, but with his severe wounds, where could he muster any strength?

Just as the blade was about to penetrate his body, in the space of a heartbeat, a window was abruptly forced open and a dart flew in, striking the figure’s wrist.

The figure’s wrist was slashed, and the sudden intense pain made its fingers slacken, dropping the dagger onto the floor.

Seeing the situation turn grim, the figure turned to flee, only to be blocked by Gu Jiao at the doorway.

Shockingly looking at the black-cloaked masked figure that appeared from nowhere, the figure turned towards the window, but Gu Chengfeng vaulted right in through the window.

With no escape in sight, its body shuddered violently, and in a split second, it bent down to scoop up the knife with its uninjured hand, aiming to slit its own throat.

"Heh, you want to kill yourself? Not so easy!" Gu Chengfeng shot another dart, knocking the dagger out of its hand.

Gu Chengfeng went to the wall to retrieve his darts one by one, then went to the bedside. Under Tang Ming’s frightened gaze, he struck Tang Ming’s mute point, "Now, listen carefully to who exactly wants you dead."

Gu Chengfeng had seen Tang Ming before, who was pompously superior and full of arrogance at that time, but where was any of that arrogance now? He was damn cowering.

Gu Chengfeng no longer bothered with Tang Ming, but was leisurely observing the caught figure who was dressed no differently than the Tang Residence servants.

Gu Jiao had seen the figure before when she was officially treating Tang Ming; the person was indeed one of those serving around Tang Ming.

She didn’t know his name though.

Gu Chengfeng gave him a kick, forcing him to kneel on the ground, "Who sent you?"

"Who are you?" the servant asked.

Oh, so he still had the courage to ask who they were when he was on the brink of death?

Well, only those bold enough could have plotted to assassinate Tang Ming.

Gu Chengfeng cleared his throat, put his arms akimbo, and looked at him condescendingly, "We are the secret guards sent by the Marshal to secretly protect the Young Master."

"Young Master?" The servant laughed, "Our master never calls him a young master. He always asks us to call him the young master."

Each residence had its own custom and terminology. For example, the Marquis Residence called their young master, "Young Master", causing Gu Chengfeng to start with this term.

Gu Chengfeng’s mouth twitched. Did he screw up so soon? Could he not get a taste of what it’s like to be a secret guard for the Capital City’s number one thief?

The servant scoffed, "No matter what you ask, I won’t say a word. Kill me or cut me up as you please. If I utter a single word, then you are competent enough!"

Gu Chengfeng’s jaw ached. It was his first time interrogating and he had to deal with such a tough nut! Was this fair at all?

Gu Jiao didn’t say a word, but walked up to the servant, with a flick of her wrist, a syringe slipped from her sleeve, jabbing it into the servant’s shoulder.

"What’s that?" Gu Chengfeng’s eyes widened as he asked.

"Hallucinogen," Gu Jiao answered.

It was mixed with something else, something her previous organization used to train special agents or interrogate opponents, but it was not effective on everyone.

For some, the hallucinations were too intense to be able to communicate with the outside world, thus rendering the method useless for interrogation.

But the servant didn’t seem to be as severe as he could still respond to their voices while his gaze appeared to be in a daze.

"Who sent you?" Gu Jiao asked.

"The... the master," the servant answered in a dazed state, and then broke out into a silly laughter.

"That’s quite effective." Gu Chengfeng’s eyes widened, pressing on hotly," Which master?"

The servant, "The... the big master."

Who else could be addressed as the big master by servants of the Tang Residence?

Gu Chengfeng was stunned. Wasn’t this Tang Ming the biological son of the Tang residence’s big master? How could a father plot against his own son?

Gu Chengfeng had personally experienced his own father’s favoritism, but even at his most biased, the Marquis would never harm his own son. As the saying goes, a tiger doesn’t eat its own cub. Was the big master of the Tang family crazy?

He glanced at Tang Ming on the bed and found that Tang Ming had fainted at some point, likely not having heard the servant’s words.

Someone was deliberately provoking a conflict between the Marquis Residence and the Marshal Residence.

The Marquis Residence was the left arm of the Emperor, and the Marshal Residence was the right arm of the Emperor’s Mother. In other words, someone wanted to see the Emperor and his mother engage in a power struggle.

Gu Jiao found a dagger in the room that belonged to Tang Ming and placed it in the servant’s hand, "Let’s go."

Gu Chengfeng looked at the servant and asked, "Just like that? What about him?"

Gu Jiao pocketed Gu Changqing’s dagger, "The drug effect will last for another 1-2 hours. Let Tang Yueshan discover it by himself."

Gu Chengfeng found that idea reasonable, and was about to leave with Gu Jiao, but as soon as he pulled open the door, he quickly closed it again!

He whispered nervously, "Someone’s coming!"

Gu Jiao looked around and said, "Hide in the wardrobe."

Tang Ming’s wardrobe was big enough for the two of them to hide in.

The wardrobe had hollow patterns, and they could see the scene in the room through the open grid.

It was the old lady Tang who arrived.

It was very late at this point, but her son had been seriously injured. It was understandable that she would come over to check on him as a mother who could not sleep at night.

As soon as she entered the room, she saw the servant kneeling on the ground with an absent mind, a dagger in his hand and mumbling something unintelligibly.

Her face changed instantly. Her first reaction was to rush to the bedside to see if Tang Ming was okay, "Mingming!"

Tang Ming was already unconscious and couldn’t respond to her.

On the other hand, Tang Yueshan, who had just returned to the residence, heard her and quickly rushed over.

As he entered the room, Lady Tang was snatching the dagger from the servant.

Tang Yueshan saw the dagger in Lady Tang’s hand, and his eyes flickered. He almost instinctively went to the bedside to protect the unconscious Tang Ming, "Mingming is your son! What are you going to do!"

Gu Chengfeng frowned.

Tang Yueshan’s reaction was strange. Apart from Lady Tang, there were two other people in the room: Tang Ming and the servant.

Lady Tang was holding a dagger. Even if Tang Yueshan suspected that she wanted to kill someone, why did he not suspect that she wanted to kill the servant, but instead suspected that she wanted to kill her own son?