Chapter 74: Weeping (2) [VIP]

Unexpectedly, upon hearing this, the Ninth Prince waved his sleeve in a forgiving gesture, showing no interest in her words. "My beauty, please return to your room and reflect for a while. I recently found a new girl outside the palace, and I haven't had enough of her yet."

His Highness has actually taken a fancy to another woman. He has lost interest in her and seems unwilling to touch her again after several assassination attempts.

"Your Highness is magnanimous, it is I who am ignorant," Chu Qingluo delicately stood up, accepting her punishment before leaving. "Then I will return to my room to reflect on my mistakes and will not disturb Your Highness any longer."

"Wait a minute," Chu Yanshuo's eyes darkened as he watched her take a half step away from him. He seemed to be testing her, but also seemed to be genuinely interested. He asked with a smile, "How about tonight... I'll go to your place and have your favor. Is that okay with you?"

She bowed her head and answered without missing a single word, her tone extremely shy: "As a concubine, I should serve Your Highness well."

"That beauty must be welcomed respectfully..."

After hearing His Highness's satisfied answer, she walked back to the ear room with a melancholy look and admired the autumn flowers in front of the window.

The dagger was still stained with Feng Yan's blood.

She clutched the dagger tightly in her sleeve, not daring to draw it out and look at it again.

She sat in silence until dusk, and then until midnight, but still no one summoned her from the Ninth Prince.

It seems that His Highness really said those words to test her...

The East Courtyard was freezing cold tonight. Chu Qingluo got on the bed wordlessly, buried herself in the quilt, and couldn't help sobbing.

The feeling of sorrow swept over her like a mountain rain, pouring into her empty heart, causing her to tremble and cry heart-wrenchingly.

Afraid that her crying would be heard by the maidservants guarding the house, she pressed the quilt tightly against her body, trying her best to prevent her sobs from being heard.

She closed her eyes and recalled Feng Xinlin's words.

"I have handed the account book to Ningzhu."

"To die at the hands of the princess, I...have no regrets..."

The madman lived up to the trust and stole the account book.

He was not just talking nonsense, but really took her request to heart, followed her orders and fulfilled her wishes.

Lingning Palace was filled with imperial shadow guards, yet Feng Yan was able to fight against a hundred of them alone and steal the incriminating item.

This Fu Zhao Zuo Shi had coveted her for many years, always talking about those unbearable things, letting her know his desires deeply, and he never concealed them at all.

He wanted to have her...even though she was the princess of Long State and even though she had deep hatred.

He was just... pleased.

The next day was as usual. A few dead leaves floated into the room through the long window, and her heart returned to peace.

The Ninth Prince did not come to visit her, and she really lost all his favor. She was like a bird imprisoned in a cage, just waiting for an opportunity to leave the palace and plan the next step.

A month passed like this, and it was already deep autumn. The leaves on the branches had turned yellow, the parasol trees were rustling, and the sky was full of autumn frost.

Chu Qingluo felt the bleak autumn wind and thought about the approaching Emperor Xuanlong's birthday banquet. She wondered what Ningzhu had planned, and what Fuzhao's situation was like...

As she was thinking this, a figure broke into the ear room that night. She looked intently and saw that although the person was a woman, she exuded heroic spirit.

It turned out to be the Ningzhu she wanted to see.

"My lord, it's me." He bowed respectfully as usual, clasped his fists and reported, his voice solemn and humble.

Ning Zhu didn't have Feng Yan's skills, so she must have thought twice before making this trip. Perhaps she had been planning for a long time before she was able to see her.

Having already lost a capable general, she didn't want to lose another. Chu Qingluo looked out the window carefully, then pretended to be indifferent and pulled the curtains shut: "You are surrounded by His Majesty the Ninth Prince's shadow guards. Leave as soon as possible."

The master was very worried. Ning Zhu saw the situation and whispered, "I know... I have been waiting for a whole month before finally meeting the master today."

"I have gathered all the people from Fuzhao," Ningzhu said seriously. Fearing that his master would not be able to leave Lingning Palace, he hurriedly reported the situation far outside the city. "As for the 20,000 elite soldiers from Long State who survived, I have also found them."

"If we can seize the military power from Xue Chen, we can capture Daning in one night."

It seemed that the right envoy of Fu Zhao had not finished speaking. He paused here imperceptibly and changed the subject.

"This is the smoke signal for sending troops. Princess must hide it well." Ning Zhu handed over something and said seriously.

"Once the incense of the letter is lit, the world will be in chaos."

To obtain the military power of Daning, she was not an official in the court, so it was almost impossible... However, she could not think too much at this time. She listened calmly and took the letter with understanding.

Chu Qingluo took advantage of the fact that no one around noticed and calmly sent him away: "You should retreat quickly. The rest can be done by following my orders."

Ningzhu turned his back and took slightly slower steps.

The figure that wanted to disappear into the night suddenly stopped, and the hands illuminated by the candlelight trembled.

Turning back hesitantly, Ning Zhu looked at her anxiously, her voice trembling as she asked, "Feng Yan...did he have any last words for the princess?"

She looked back calmly for a few moments, then replied indifferently, "Apart from telling me about the account book, there's nothing else."

"The rest, one

, Ningzhu asked again in a trembling voice.

His eyes were hazy in the moonlight, as if covered with mist.

This sorrow becomes more intense, spreading all over

She suddenly realized that the madman who left was secretly admired by someone.

He never knew, and perhaps didn't want to know, simply because he put all his thoughts on her.

"I never knew you had a lover." Chu Qingluo pursed her lips slightly and remained silent for a moment. After a moment, she softly replied, "Because you two were so incompatible before, I thought... you really hated each other."

Knowing this shameful thought, the master was afraid that he would blame him. After all, that person had fallen in love with the master. Ning Zhu knelt down in panic and replied, "Don't worry, master. He only has you in his heart and has never had any feelings for me."

She looked down at the beautiful figure.

This woman hid her feelings too deeply. Even if Feng Yan were still alive, he might never know about it.

"I don't blame you," Chu Qingluo calmly looked at the kneeling woman. She pondered over it, a hint of confusion in her eyes. Suddenly, she lowered her eyes and asked, "Ningzhu, what does it feel like to love someone?"

The word "emotion" was written lightly, but she didn't know where it came from and when it ended. She inexplicably wanted to ask the heartbroken Ningzhu.

Ningzhu moved her thin lips slightly, her eyes filled with dead silence. When she looked up, tears fell like broken strings, and she didn't stop for a long time.

"I didn't notice it when he was around, but when he left and I couldn't see him anymore, I suddenly realized... how hard it is to live alone."

"My heart is empty, but it can't hold anyone..."

Slowly recounting the grief she had endured over the past few days, the woman trembled violently and sobbed uncontrollably for a few moments before forcing herself to calm down: "I shouldn't have…"

In the years she had been with Ningzhu, she had never seen Ningzhu look so hurt.

I originally thought that the shadow guards who were protecting their masters were heartless, but I didn't expect that they just buried their emotions deep down.

It is so deep that no one can see it and no one can know it at all.

"Why don't you tell him about this affection?" Chu Qingluo asked softly, the doubts in her heart still not being resolved.

"I'm afraid..." The tears that were falling seemed to surge even more violently. Ning Zhu pursed her lips again and continued with tears in her eyes, "I'm afraid he'll laugh at me, and I'm also afraid that the master will blame me."

"There are always some words in this world that cannot be spoken..."

At this point, a scene seemed to appear before her eyes. After venting her feelings, the woman gently wiped away the remaining tears from the corners of her eyes, feeling melancholy.

Ning Zhu smiled sadly, and after a long while, she made up her mind to tell him, "The poison he presented to the Lord was his mother's legacy, and he used it to save his life."

That poison was actually the life-saving thing that Feng Yan always carried with him...but he had never told her about it.

Chu Qingluo froze when she heard this, thinking that the place where she rescued the madman was near the Medicine Valley on the outskirts of the city, and it was the time when a medicine king in the valley died of poison.

I think Feng Yan is the son of the King of Medicine, a little-known young master in Medicine Valley. He just lives in hiding and has never told anyone about his life story.

She was stunned after hearing this and said to herself in surprise: "He didn't mention a single word to me..."

Finally suppressing some of her sadness, Ning Zhu hid her thoughts again and responded, "He loves the master more than anything else, so he won't tell anyone."

"If he won't tell you, how can you know?" Chu Qingluo asked in a low voice, and a hint of heartache appeared on her thin and cold eyebrows.

Ning Zhu answered his master's question truthfully, his expression returning to a clear state. "He had a few drinks when he handed me the account book, so I didn't mean to ask...but I heard what he said after drinking."

Speaking of the account book of the Ninth Prince of Daning, Ning Zhu returned to the subject, his expression suddenly becoming serious: "I have handed the account book to Mr. Qu. Mr. Qu said he has his own plans."

Handed over to Mr....

Who allowed this woman to be handed over to you, sir?

She had already pushed her husband away from this path and did not want to involve that person anymore, so how could the account book fall into her husband's hands?

The best situation is that he lives his life of leisure and freedom, while she pursues her path of revenge for the loss of her country. The best situation is that they do not have any intersection.

"What are you doing to the master?" Chu Qingluo's brows suddenly flashed with displeasure. She suddenly asked in a stern voice. She had never been so angry with Ning Zhu in her life. "I pushed the master away, why did you drag him into this?"

Ning Zhu hurriedly replied in a solemn voice, revealing the master's obsession: "It was the master who found me and said he had a plan to save the master and avenge him."

She stumbled back unconsciously, then steadied herself and thought for a long time, but still couldn't figure out what the master intended.

She and her husband were destined to be together and part ways, so it was better to separate and reunite. What was he secretly planning?

"Then do you know what the master wants to do..." Chu Qingluo glanced at the candlelight in the room, his face solemn, and he murmured with a frown.

Ning Zhu shook her head slowly, but her eyes showed a hint of determination. Knowing the hardships her master had gone through, she wanted to trust him just once: "I don't know... but Mr. Qu is so confident, and given his deep affection for her master, I am willing to trust him just once."

Knowing that the woman was eager to protect her master, she no longer blamed Ning Zhu.

But she was quite confused and at a loss as to what her husband was planning.

The gentleman risked his life, walked into prison, and gave up his secluded life in Si Yuefu, and is willing to help again with all his strength.

She was both annoyed and happy, and fell into a peaceful sleep that night.

I am upset that the gentleman brought about his own destruction, but I am happy that...

She couldn't figure out why she was happy.