"Noble Lord found out about what happened in front of the palace gate, and as expected, he couldn't bear it. He plans to send someone to assassinate Duanhui at the Crown Princess's coronation ceremony tomorrow."
"He wants to assassinate her again?"
Lin Qingluo's heart sank, "I hope it doesn't cause more trouble."
"There's a high chance it will."
Little Kingfisher guessed secretly: "The Prime Minister is cunning. He won't allow anyone to ruin the coronation ceremony. He must have planned carefully. Anyone who tries to assassinate will be like walking into a trap."
"There's something fishy about this."
Lin Qingluo had a sudden bad feeling: "Could it be that Duanhui's humiliating Yixuan in front of the hall was premeditated? Maybe she's one of the Prime Minister's people, setting a trap for Noble Lord to fall into?"
"It's possible."
