My Princess Holds Superpowers
Chapter 459 Enemies and Friends

Chapter 459: 459 Enemies and Friends

As soon as the words were spoken, Ye Jiu had a thought, and the two of them had already appeared outside.

"It might get chaotic outside in the next few days, try not to go out. The servants here in the house are specifically prepared for you, they all know some martial arts, let them handle whatever comes up," Sikong Mo instructed.

"Mhm, I understand," Ye Jiu nodded.

Sikong Mo jumped back over the wall into the Royal Residence without concealing his tracks, so he was quickly discovered.

Si Nan hurried over and knelt on one knee in front of Sikong Mo, "Master, where have you been these past few days? Is everything alright?"

"Nothing is amiss," Sikong Mo answered, "Have you found out who wants me dead?"

"It was the second Prince in league with a force from the martial world," Si Nan replied, "The second Prince has now been reduced to a commoner and is in the dungeon, my Lord, would you like to see him?"

"No need, he’s just a pawn in someone else’s hand. Now that the chessboard is flipped, such a pawn can no longer be of any use. Let him go; leave him to fend for himself." Sikong Mo understood, the old Emperor, after all, was angry, yet he was his own son.

The son of the old Emperor, it still wasn’t good to have him die at his own hand yet.

"By the way, what about those men in black?" Sikong Mo still remembered that Ye Jiu had used medicine to take those men down before they left and had not dealt with them.

"Master, those men in black are all detained in the Imperial Guard’s dungeons, however, I had someone quietly bring Divine Doctor Qing Li back. He’s now confined in the Royal Residence’s dungeon... what do you think?" Si Nan hesitated.

Because it was hard to believe, Divine Doctor Qing Li, their Lord’s close friend, also wanted the Lord’s life!

But if that was really the case, there were many opportunities previously when the Lord was poisoned; why didn’t he act?

Sikong Mo hid the heaviness in his eyes and took a step forward.

The clothes on Sikong Mo had long been shredded into strips of cloth; now, he wore the clothes Ye Jiu found for him in the space.

A garment of white long robe, which should have appeared gentle and pure, oddly emitted a certain chill when worn by him.

After washing up and changing back into his usual black robe, Sikong Mo went to the dungeon alone.

In the darkest corner of the dungeon, Qing Li still wore the black clothes he had on during his assassination attempt. However, his appearance was now extremely disheveled, a heavy iron collar around his neck, and several large iron chains bound his limbs, tightly pulling him into a spread-eagled shape.

Such measures were not for the purpose of torturing him.

However, it wasn’t just Qing Li’s medical skills that were strong; his martial arts were also formidable, and without such measures, this small cell surely couldn’t contain him.

Seeing Sikong Mo approaching, a pained expression flashed across Qing Li’s eyes, but he quickly concealed it.

"Why?" Sikong Mo stood by the cell door and asked with a calm expression.

"There aren’t so many whys. Since I have fallen into your hands, you may kill or mutilate me at your discretion," Qing Li was silent, and regarding the rest, he had nothing to say.

"Qing Li, I have always regarded you as a brother," Sikong Mo said, his expression finally showing some emotion.

As the sole heir to the Sikong Royal Residence, too many people in this world wanted him dead.

From the moment he was born, it was destined that he would have many enemies, but very few true friends.

Qing Li was one of those rare friends.

Not only because of his medical skills but also because he had once saved his life.