Chapter 112 Sincerity

"Epidemic?" Zhao Yuanrong sat up straight.

"I'll take Madam Mu to pick him up right away."

She certainly hadn't considered it.

The journey back to Beijing is long and will pass through many places, so it is indeed possible to contract an epidemic disease.

"Bring more soldiers." Qu Ling said quickly.

Once you leave Beijing, the Song family will probably do everything they can to strangle you.

Suddenly a crossbow arrow shot in from outside the window, brushed against Zhao Yuanrong's hair and hit the screen behind him.

"careful!"

Zhao Yuanrong immediately protected Qu Ling behind him.

Almost at the same time, the door of the private room was kicked open.

Three men disguised as waiters broke in with knives.

One of them was the one who served wine to Zhao Yuanrong.

"The princess has a good alcohol tolerance," the man glanced at the teacup on the table, "but there's a lot of stuff added to the wine."

Zhao Yuanrong drew out the soft sword from his waist with his backhand.

"How can you be sure that I'm drinking the wine you gave me?"

She, Hou Xu and the prince had all been instructed by General Hou.

Pei Jingming said that her kung fu was not weak.

Not only is she not weak, the Crown Prince is not as good as her, and Hou Xu, the commander of the imperial guards, is only on par with her.

Zhao Yuanrong quickly dealt with the three people who came in.

But more footsteps came from the stairs.

"These assassins trained by the Song family are nothing special." Zhao Yuanrong could still joke.

There are so many people who want her dead.

But she insisted on living a good life.

A figure suddenly flashed in from the street-facing window.

Before Qu Ling could see clearly, the man had already swung his sword continuously, and the two assassins who were closest to him fell to the ground.

"Master Chi," Zhao Yuanrong exclaimed, "are you and A Ling so destined to be together?"

She can kill people and make jokes at the same time.

She acted swiftly and ruthlessly, completely different from the unruly and headstrong princess we usually see.

Blood was dripping from the tip of Chi Yuan's sword. He was taught by the old Marquis Jingwei. Although he was a civil servant, he also had the solemnity of a military general.

His usually gentle features were now as cold as ice.

This is the second time.

Chi Yuan looked solemn.

This was the second time Qu Ling had been assassinated.

He knew who did it.

The last time, after being caught by the assassins on Long Street, they couldn't pry his mouth open, and he ended up dying in prison for unknown reasons.

He knew it was the instruction of the Dali Temple Minister.

That Wu Sanniang insisted that it was the Song family who captured her husband, and even when her confession was handed over to the Dali Temple Minister, it came to nothing.

It was not until a few days later that her husband came to the Dali Temple and said that he was lost and not kidnapped to threaten her.

Wu Sanniang was convicted of the assassination.

Before he had time to ask more questions, the Dali Temple Minister ordered him to be strangled.

Chi Yuan went to the Dali Temple Minister, but the answer he received was, "The assassination of the princess has been explained, so why delve into it?"

Those so-called evidences could never be delivered to the emperor.

Chi Yuan was a little confused.

So what if it’s delivered?

Sue the Song family to their members?

The dynasty collapsed, the king was no longer the king, and the ministers were no longer ministers.

Just like now, the two princesses of the current dynasty were assassinated again in broad daylight.

In the chaos, Zhao Yuanrong caught a glimpse of the assassin who was stabbed first struggling to crawl towards the window.

She took a quick step forward, holding her sword to the man's throat. "Where are you hiding?"

The assassin grinned, revealing bloody teeth.

"careful."

A crossbow arrow went straight to Zhao Yuanrong's heart.

At the critical moment, someone pulled Zhao Yuanrong into his arms and avoided the fatal arrow.

"Zhao Xuanyi?" Zhao Yuanrong called him by his name.

Cui Yanzhi's long sword behind him was dripping with blood. Not only were all the assassins outside eliminated, but the assassins in the house also fell.

It was too late for Zhao Yuanrong to stop it, and he could only watch everyone die.

She pushed Zhao Xuanyi away and asked, "Why don't you leave him alive?"

Zhao Xuanyi sighed, "These are all death warriors, what can we get out of them?"

He looked at Zhao Yuanrong, his voice suddenly softening, "Are you hurt?"

"Are you so afraid of what I might ask?" Zhao Yuanrong took two steps back. "That's why you came just in time."

A stinging pain flashed in Zhao Xuanyi's eyes. "I came here because I don't want you to get hurt."

He defended himself, "Yuanrong, that's not what I meant."

Zhao Yuanrong looked at the corpses on the ground and sneered, "It seems that the Song family doesn't take you seriously either."

"They are working for you under the guise of raising assassins."

"Do you really have to say that?" Zhao Xuanyi was helpless.

"Well, what can I say," Zhao Yuanrong sneered, "You don't want to marry Song Yuzhen, isn't it because you're afraid that if she gives birth to an heir, the Song family will kill you too?"

"Using me as an excuse," she said, "you'll get me killed."

These words were like a sharp blade, piercing Zhao Xuanyi's most painful soft spot accurately, and pain appeared in his eyes.

"Do you really like me, Your Highness?" Perhaps stimulated by the strong smell of blood, Zhao Yuanrong asked this question.

Zhao Xuanyi didn't evade and nodded seriously, "Yes."

"Okay," Zhao Yuanrong said seriously, "destroy the Song family, let my mother ascend the throne, and I don't want the throne. I will retire to the mountains with you. How about that?"

She didn't lie.

If Zhao Xuanyi could give up his kingdom for her, she would be willing to marry him for his sincerity.

After Niang ascends the throne, she can either appoint Aling as her heir or adopt someone from the royal family.

It doesn’t matter whether Zhao Yuanrong becomes the emperor or not, her mother must be one.

"Destroy the Song family, yes."

Zhao Xuanyi looked at her for a moment.

Then he said, "I will ascend the throne as emperor, you will be empress, and our child will be crown prince."

He likes Zhao Yuanrong.

Even my grandmother, who had always been against it, said before she died that marrying her was not a bad thing.

This is a win-win solution.

"Then there's nothing more to say between us." Zhao Yuanrong lowered his eyes.

"What are you so obsessed with?" Zhao Xuanyi was puzzled. "It's not necessarily that my aunt won't agree."

"I don't agree." Zhao Yuanrong met his gaze.

They grew up together and are familiar with each other, but they are also natural enemies.

The emperor protected her as she grew up and walked in the palace.

There is guilt towards the eldest princess, but also a desire to please her.

The Queen Mother Song was bound to die.

After his death, without the eldest princess, could the emperor survive in the hands of the Song family?

Empress Dowager Song must have thought about this question carefully before her death.

Did she give the eldest princess the antidote because she felt sorry for her daughter?

Zhao Yuanrong didn't think so.

She was afraid that her son would die at the hands of the Song family, whom she had supported.

So she has to ask her daughter, whom she has let down in every way, to protect her good-for-nothing son.

She was scared.

Then she asked Zhao Xuanyi to marry her.

The so-called win-win situation is nothing more than asking my mother to give in again.

Why?

"Listen carefully," Zhao Yuanrong said calmly, "I'm the one who doesn't agree."

"Because of Hou Xu?" The usually calm prince showed a hint of fragility.

"Zhao Xuanyi," she called him by his full name, "even without Hou Xu, we would never be able to treat each other sincerely."

She spoke word by word, "I know the calculations in your father and son's hearts better than anyone else."

Blood dripped onto the ground.

"Sister, you are injured." Qu Ling saw Zhao Yuanrong's arms trembling.

She rushed over and lifted up her sleeve, revealing a long wound that was shocking.

Zhao Xuanyi came back to his senses from what Zhao Yuanrong said.

He took a step forward, feeling the sting of her wound, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'll take you back."

"Okay," Zhao Yuanrong didn't refuse. "With you by my side, at least no one will dare to kill me on the way back to the Princess's Mansion."