The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1459

Chapter 1459: 712 Super Weak!_3

"What’s wrong?" the monarch asked in a deep voice.

Zhang Dequan handed the redeemed gemstone to the monarch with trembling hands.

The monarch felt that the gemstone looked very familiar, "This is..."

Zhang Dequan said sheepishly, "It, it should be from the dragon column at the entrance of your Sleeping Palace... the Dragon’s Eye."

The monarch was so angry that he nearly fell over backward!

To gouge out the Dragon’s Eye of the emperor, Shangguan Yun, you’re seeking death!

Zhang Dequan shivered, "Should we, should we capture Shangguan Yun?"

The monarch restrained himself with great effort from the impulse to slap Shangguan Yun to death and said through gritted teeth, "Have them continue to follow. I want to see what kind of medicine she’s really selling in her gourd!"

What could Zhang Dequan do?

Just keep tracking.

Zhang Dequan silently clutched the fast-acting heart-saving pills from the National Master Hall in his hand.

The group continued tracking and before long, Shangguan Yun entered another auction house.

This was one of the most famous auction houses in Shengdu, where anything could be traded, and there was nothing they dared not to buy or sell, only what the customers could not afford.

This time Shangguan Yun stayed inside for a longer period, and when she emerged, there was a black-clad assassin by her side.

The monarch’s expression darkened, "She also bought an assassin?!"

Yan Country did not prohibit the trade of assassins. Yan Country’s excellent assassins were exported to the five countries, but the strongest ones remained in the country.

"What does she want with an assassin? Is she planning to murder me?"

That being said, an assassin was much more expensive than a horse.

The monarch snorted coldly, "Go and see what she used to buy this time?"

If he discovered that she had gouged out another Dragon’s Eye, he would kill her!

"Yes." Zhang Dequan braced himself to enter the auction house.

This time he stayed inside longer than at the carriage shop, and when he came out his expression was even more indescribable.

The monarch looked at him coldly, "Speak!"

Zhang Dequan took a deep breath, risking being beheaded, and with eyes closed, he pulled out a large piece of bright yellow fabric from behind him and spoke as if resigned to his fate, "Your... underwear!"

The monarch: "...!!"

A roar like the dragon’s growl from the monarch echoed through the deep night streets—