Chapter 105 Returning to the City. Where is Zhao Liangxu? Where is Zhao Liangxu? Where is Zhao Liangxu? ...

Zhao Liangxu had too little information; it was just a casual question and a thought. If she wanted to investigate seriously, she needed to learn more.

You can ask Anhe about these things and information.

Zhao Liangxu stood up, dusted off the hem of her skirt, and said, "Alright, if we stay any longer, we might not get home before sunset. Let's go."

*

At the post station, inside the carriage that came from the post station, "Zhao Liangxu" sat upright, watching the deliberately inconspicuous carriage leave from the shadows.

The man mentioned by the post station official was also in the carriage.

Zhao Liangxu straightened her clothes. Although she had already dressed before leaving the room, it was just an unconscious action, as she was trying to maintain her image.

Or rather, to maintain the image of the person she is supposed to play.

The man sat next to Zhao Liangxu, nervously but unable to suppress his gaze towards her.

"What? You haven't had enough?"

That voice also belonged to Zhao Liangxu.

Even the loose, casual tone of her voice was very similar to Zhao Liangxu's, with a light and indifferent tone.

Zhao Liangxu looked the man up and down a few times, then coldly rolled her eyes.

She gave a disdainful laugh; it was no longer Zhao Liangxu's voice.

"The people of Southern Zhou, apart from your master who has some semblance of dignity, none of the others have the spirit of the people of Northern Zhou."

After saying that, he glanced at a certain spot with a very subtle look.

She dipped her finger in the tea and gently smeared it on her chin and the sides of her face near her hairline.

"You're now in Southern Zhou, even working for us, and you're still so arrogant?"

The man seemed to have been hit where it hurt, and retorted angrily.

“This is not arrogance, it is the truth. After all, I had to make some noise just now to provoke that eunuch. Your master sent you here, but you are really useless.”

She gently lifted the skin, and the face fell off like a thin sheet.

He revealed an even more dashing face.

She frowned at the man several times with that face, and then emphasized again: "...Not only is he useless, but he also keeps nagging on and on."

"Lu Ming, you!"

The man blushed at what was said.

The person who removed her mask was none other than Lu Ming, who had been under surveillance for a long time.

Zhao Liangxu is right. Lu Ming has many ways to deceive people, and disguise is naturally her forte.

She also used disguise to forcibly "invite" Zhao Liangxu to Zhao Chengxin's presence.

"What do you mean, are you trying to threaten me? I took such a big risk to leave the city, it was a risky move. That eunuch's men are so clingy, I've shaken them off several times but they still catch up. If I stay here any longer, he'll definitely find out I've left the city and I'll have to go back."

“Just accept what I say. Although I’m living under someone else’s roof, I’m far more useful to your master than you are. Threatening me won’t work.”

Clearly, Lu Ming's words made sense. Before the man could develop any strange feelings towards Lu Ming because of their interaction, they were extinguished by Lu Ming's contempt.

Remembering Lu Ming's importance to his master, the man could only suppress his displeasure and drive the carriage back to the city.

Lu Ming looked down on this person.

In other words, she looked down on everyone at Southern Weekly.

They were fugitives from Northern Zhou, yet people from Southern Zhou dared to negotiate with His Highness; it was tantamount to asking a tiger for its skin.

Your Highness's wisdom surpasses that person's.

Although the officials of the Southern Zhou Dynasty cooperated with them out of personal desire and regarded them as useful tools.

They thought they were inanimate objects, unable to stir up any trouble, and that their situation allowed those officials to completely control her and Zhao Chengxin.

But who knows?

His Highness didn't bring her out just to be a tool for this group.

She acted for His Highness's plan to restore the kingdom.

*

Anhe felt a deep, dull pain in his heart. After spitting out that mouthful of blood, he leaned against the carriage wall to rest, his mind filled with chaotic memories. Memories that should have brought him comfort now felt like needles, pricking him and churning in his mind.

He frowned, seemingly awake, yet also as if in a nightmare.

As the carriage gradually moved onto a smoother road and passed through the crowds of the capital, the cacophony of voices surprisingly drowned out the buzzing in his head. After all, even the loudest sounds sounded like heavenly music entering Anhe's mind, at least enough to drown out his painful and angry thoughts.

As the noise gradually subsided and disappeared, the carriage was almost at the exceptionally quiet street in Anfu.

The noise of the crowd disappeared, and the area around the carriage became quiet.

Those hateful memories came rushing back.

Anhe suddenly woke up with a start.

When Zhang Sheng saw that An He had woken up, he anxiously went to his side and said, "Godfather, Godfather, you're finally awake! You were spitting blood, please don't get angry again, it'll hurt your health!"

Anhe pressed his forehead and cursed, "Shut up, I've been hearing you howling like a banshee, it's so noisy."

He could vaguely hear Zhang Sheng urging the driver to go faster along the way.

"Godfather, you're in such a state, I can't not be anxious. We'll be at the An residence soon, let the An family's doctor take a look at you quickly, your health can't wait."

An He swallowed the metallic taste in his throat, recovering from the dull pain of Fang Xing's sudden awakening. He then asked Zhang Sheng, "Where is Zhao Liangxu?"

Zhang Sheng was stunned.

He didn't know how to answer.

After Anhe vomited blood, he couldn't care less about anything else, and he didn't know...

An He's voice was chilling as he asked again, "Where is Zhao Liangxu?"

She betrayed herself like that. He treated Zhao Liangxu so sincerely, yet she betrayed him like that.

He still believed in Zhao Liangxu, trusting her like a fool.

Anhe had no idea how many other despicable things Zhao Liangxu had done behind his back.

Just because he was a eunuch.

He should have known.

The blood in his throat made his shallow breaths taste metallic. An He swallowed hard, then said with suppressed anger, with a rage that could grind his teeth, "Go, go find Zhao Liangxu. We can't let her get away... She doesn't know we saw her. If she still covets our things, she won't run away. Find someone to keep an eye on her, watch her every moment."

Anhe seemed to have thought of something else: "No, don't lock her in the yard. Just watch her from behind, see where she goes, see which man she meets in secret, and report everything to me in detail..."

How could Zhao Liangxu possibly want to stay by his side while also looking for someone else?

Chen Qinglie, Lu Xuan, and that person at the post station...

Every man she met was suspicious.

Who else? Who else will there be?

He wanted to find and kill everyone Zhao Liangxu had ever been in contact with, everyone she had met in secret.

Then let Zhao Liangxu know that those people are dead, so that she knows she can never escape.

His voice was hoarse, his tone was urgent, and he unconsciously repeated the words he spoke.

Anhe lowered his head and coughed twice, coughing up blood.

"We're not going to the An residence, we're going to the palace."

Anhe then gave further instructions.

He leaned back against the car wall, panting, as the dizziness washed over him again.

At least the dizziness would make him think less about those things.

......

When Anhe arrived at the palace, her consciousness was still hazy.

He only regained his senses slightly when he was about to arrive at Anfu, and then he angrily issued the order.

Zhang Sheng invited the imperial physician to diagnose Anhe.

The imperial physician said, "It's due to a sudden surge of anger and stress. His Highness has suffered a great shock, which is why he's like this. Eunuch Zhang, what exactly is wrong with His Highness...?"

Zhang Sheng, unlike his usual amiable self, said, "Sir, just tell me how to use the medicine; it's best to know as little as possible."

The imperial physician composed himself and said:

"Getting angry too soon will take a toll on your health. Your Highness will be weak for a few days after this incident. If you're not careful, it could damage your very foundation. You'll need some warm medicine to nourish and calm your mind. But if you want to recover quickly, ultimately it depends on Your Highness being able to calm your mind. Eunuch Zhang, please advise him to at least not get so angry again like today."

After seeing the imperial physician off, Zhang Sheng heard An He get up.

Anhe woke up again.

"Zhang Sheng."

Zhang Sheng quickly replied, "Godfather, I'm here."

Anhe looked a little better than before, but her voice was still weak.

Anhe's voice drifted, carrying a strange emotion as she asked, "Where is Zhao Liangxu?"

This is the third time he has said this today.

"Has she returned by now? If not, send someone to check on her..."

"Godfather, Princess Zhao has returned to the manor."

Zhang Sheng whispered a reminder to An He: "You instructed us earlier to have someone secretly keep an eye on her."

Anhe remained silent for a moment. He was so angry that he had lost his mind. He realized that he had already given the order.

Zhang Sheng tried to distract An He: "Godfather, why don't you drink some water to soothe your throat? I've already asked someone to make some medicinal cuisine."

An He listened to Zhang Sheng's arrangements with his eyes down, when he suddenly interrupted Zhang Sheng.

“You just called Zhao Liangxu… Princess Zhao? Who gave you permission to call her that?”

Anhe's breathing was exceptionally clear; he was breathing more forcefully than usual.

“If she didn’t run away, she can never escape now. As long as she’s alive, she’s your godmother, Zhang Sheng.”

Anhe's emotions were much more stable when she woke up this time.

He was speaking calmly.

But the more he did this, the more afraid Zhang Sheng became.

Anhe said, "You can't change how you address me."

Does she like other people?

I wonder what bad things she was thinking when Zhang Sheng called her godmother all day long.

Zhao Liangxu was too good at pretending in front of him.

If he hadn't seen it...

Since she's faking it, she might as well go all the way and just play the role of a eunuch's woman.

Zhang Sheng was alarmed.

"Yes, my godmother is already at her house, and... she even sent someone to ask when you're going back."

go back?

Anhe felt he should go back and ask Zhao Liangxu: Did you have a happy and comfortable day?

Or should we directly call her out on it and ask her: "You've been out of town for two days, sharing a bed with someone else. Were you happy?"

Then look at how that smiling mask she wore was torn off, and how Zhao Liangxu's eyes were now filled with the same disgust and hatred that a normal person would have for a eunuch.

Anhe should do this.

But thinking about this, he felt a sense of resistance.

He didn't want to go back and personally tear off all those fig leaves.

Zhao Liangxu really ruined him.

Anhe had never been so timid, cowering like a fool.

Anhe said, "Keep an eye on her and find out who she's meeting in secret."

Yes, it's so that he can better expose her true colors later. If he were to return to the An residence now, he would probably lose control of his emotions even more.

Anhe pressed his hand against his chest, which was filled with pent-up frustration.

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Author's Note: Eunuch An endures pain with forbearance.