Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder’s Record of Counterattacks

Chapter 3225: When Are We Going to Renovate the Ancestral Hall?

Ning Shu had offered up a gun packed with bullets, which was brought into the palace through the spies Marquis Xuanping had planted there.

After a series of twists and turns, the gun eventually ended up in the crown prince’s hands. Marquis Xuanping had placed all his bets on the crown prince. After all, he was the legitimate heir to the throne.

Even if the crown prince ultimately failed, no one would know that Marquis Xuanping’s household had delivered anything to him.

Marquis Xuanping tapped his fingers on the table as he listened to the hidden guard’s report.

Once the report was finished, Ning Shu asked, “Father, when are we going to renovate the ancestral hall?

“If Cousin Gu had discovered the issue with the hall back then, then our household might not even exist right now.”

Marquis Xuanping looked exhausted. He pressed the bridge of his nose hard enough that it turned red.

“Is this really the time to talk about that?”

“Then, when would be the right time?” Ning Shu shot back.

Everyone’s attention was now focused on the imperial palace. Wouldn’t it be the perfect time to pry up the golden floor tiles and replace them with plain ones? What was so difficult about doing it quietly?

“I can do it at night,” Ning Shu offered generously.

Marquis Xuanping almost rolled his eyes. “Are you the kind of person who does this kind of thing?”

“Whoever does it, it should be someone we trust,” Ning Shu replied.

“Enough. I’m aware of the situation. You don’t need to worry about it.”

The marquis was starting to get annoyed with his daughter. Her constant nagging about the ancestral hall was what was most likely to raise suspicion.

It was like taking a direct hit to the chest. Ning Shu clutched her heart. “You think I want to deal with this? That thing sitting there in the marquis’ residence is just too dangerous.”

She was like an old woman, nagging nonstop and making herself an eyesore.

Still, Ning Shu had to say, “Father, Grandmother’s birthday is coming up soon. We’ll have to open the ancestral hall to offer incense.

“When the new emperor takes the throne, he’ll need to make an example of someone. What if we end up being the ones he targets?”

No matter how rich one was, one still had to keep a low profile, especially in ancient times, when imperial authority reigned supreme. The emperor had the right to own the best things in the world.

But anything the emperor didn’t have, you definitely couldn’t have it either.

Marquis Xuanping nodded. “I’ll keep it in mind. That’s enough. You may go now.”

Events were shifting rapidly. Everyone’s eyes were on the palace, just waiting to see how it would all play out.

The tension was suffocating. Ning Shu didn’t even feel like doing embroidery anymore, especially with Lianqiao constantly circling around her, making her dizzy.

Lianqiao murmured prayers under her breath with her hands clasped in front of her.

Ning Shu asked, “What are you praying about?”

“I’m praying the prince’s heir won’t become emperor. If he does, Miss, you’ll never have happiness in this lifetime,” Lianqiao said earnestly.

Ning Shu couldn’t help but laugh. “Do prayers even work?”

“I don’t know. But praying has to be better than not praying,” Lianqiao answered.

Even by nightfall, there was still no definitive news from the palace.

Early the next morning, the news finally broke. Zhuo Cheran had been killed, along with the crown prince and three other imperial princes.

Only the fifth prince was left. He was the only adult son of the late emperor left.

It was an absolute shocker. No one expected this result.

Even Marquis Xuanping was stunned when he heard the news. He asked repeatedly, “Who? The fifth prince?”

What the hell? This had to be a joke.

Didn’t they give the gun to the crown prince? How had he ended up getting killed?

Ning Shu searched her memory for anything about the fifth prince.

He had always kept a low profile and was hardly noticeable most of the time.

His mother’s status had been lowly, and she had no powerful family backing her. Neither did he have a strong wife’s family to support him.

MTL Editor: Ran