(This is a story about a female lead focused on survival and a manipulative, utterly dark male lead. It's a happy ending with some self-indulgent elements from the author. If you find anything ...
Chapter 110 What!? All dead?
"What?! All dead?" Upon hearing this, Gu Xun threw the wine glass in his hand and stood up suddenly.
He gritted his teeth in hatred at these useless trash!
Gu Xun felt aggrieved, and he smashed a lot of objects before stopping.
"Your Highness, he is always accompanied by secret guards. Even if we launch a surprise attack, we may not be able to gain any benefits." said the attendant beside him.
"If that's the case again, can you guys try something different? After all these years, you haven't even touched the edge of his clothes! What a bunch of good-for-nothings!"
Gu Xun was really tired of hearing these words. He firmly believed that it was his subordinates who were fooling him.
The follower looked at the debris scattered on the ground and shrank his neck. What could they do? Over the years, the brothers had followed him to the imperial mausoleum, and sometimes they didn't even have enough to eat...
Under such circumstances, it is normal to fail repeatedly.
If it weren't for the death contract, they might have surrendered to the Eastern Palace long ago...
But he naturally couldn't say it directly, so he could only smile apologetically.
Gu Xun became more and more angry after seeing this. He picked up the teacup and threw it out. Gu Yan was shocked when she saw the broken pieces on the ground.
"Brother, what's wrong with you?"
"Why be so euphemistic? Why not just tell me that I'm crazy?" Gu Xun squinted at his sister with a sarcastic tone.
"Then why did you go crazy?" Gu Yan changed the subject immediately.
Gu Xun was almost pissed off after hearing this. He looked at Gu Yan and said, "Why are you coming to my place if you don't want to flatter Gu Qingheng and the others?"
When Gu Yan heard this, she knew that he must have failed in what he wanted to do.
Typical post-failure rage.
"Royal brother, that's not called flattery, that's called seeing the situation clearly and knowing oneself." Gu Yan picked a clean place and sat down.
What Gu Xun hated the most was hearing this kind of words: everyone was praising Gu Qingheng, everyone said he was outstanding, and he could never compare to him from childhood to adulthood!
Even my father was the same. After returning to Beijing for so long, he still had to think twice before even joining the Ministry of Revenue. I heard that he even asked Gu Qingheng for his opinion.
Is he going to live under Gu Qingheng's shadow for the rest of his life?
"well."
Gu Yan saw that his face was like a dye vat, with blue, white and red appearing one after another.
"Royal brother, what can you do if you refuse to accept your fate? The Crown Prince has had the best opportunities since childhood. His mother is the Emperor's favorite woman, unlike our mother, who was neglected. He has been able to read and study since childhood and has excelled in all aspects. You can only hand over your position as Crown Prince to him."
Gu Xun is really not blessed by God. He is mediocre in everything, but his ambition is inflated.
Gu Yan often sighed about this. Under Gu Xun's murderous gaze, she continued:
"Royal brother, let's accept our fate. You will be a rich prince, and I will be a mascot princess. We both have a bright future."
"Shut up!"
Gu Xun's eyes were red, and he wanted to strangle this spineless sister to death:
"So what?! Even if I'm inferior to him in every way, don't even think of making me submit to him!"
Gu Yan curled her lips: "Even if you are not convinced, it doesn't matter. Father will not stand on your side, not to mention that you can't have an heir."
In response, a teacup flew towards her. Gu Yan dodged it with a cry of surprise and complained:
"Why are you so angry? I haven't cultivated any good temper at all in these years in the imperial mausoleum..."
She was mumbling, but her voice was still audible. When Gu Xun heard the word "imperial mausoleum", he felt his heart boiling with anger, and he wished he could fight to the death with Gu Qingheng right now!
It's all his fault. Everything is his and that bitch his mother's fault!
Seeing this, Gu Yan felt that she could not stay any longer, lest the other party would not even let her own sister go, so she quickly ran away.
But before leaving, she turned back and said, "Brother, it's nothing. If you really want to be a father in the future, why not find a child and raise him under your knees?"
After she finished speaking, she left.
Gu Xun was left facing the mess on the ground, gasping for breath.
"Your Majesty."
Gu Yan's last words actually reminded the attendant, and he excitedly said, "You really don't have to worry. Why not do as the princess said?"
"I'm raising someone else's child?" Gu Xun's eyes twitched.
"How could this be someone else's child? It's reasonable to say the child's mother gave birth to the child many years ago and only found out about it later and claimed it as her own."
There are many men in this world who have affairs outside and give birth to illegitimate children.
If we say that the most uncompetitive aspect of Gu Xun and Gu Qingheng is his infertility, it is that the country cannot be inherited by a person without descendants.
But if this problem is solved, then at least they can compete!
Gu Xun thought about it after hearing this, but he was still rational:
"How could it be that easy? Even if we bring the child back, the royal bloodline cannot be mixed up. How can we resolve the blood test? How can we make sense of this child's origins?"
The followers also thought this made sense, but nothing in this world is difficult as long as one is determined.
"Your Majesty, now that things have come to this, we might as well give it a try."
To be honest, he felt that even if Gu Xun could give birth to a child, he could not compete with the one in the East Palace.
For so many years, anyone who went to the Eastern Palace never returned, and the only ones left alive were the Crown Princess and Gu Xun and his sister.
The former also died.
the latter.
The followers suddenly thought that they had fought with the people from the East Palace countless times over the years, but had never been retaliated against. They only defended and did not attack.
And Gu Xun and his sister actually came out of the imperial mausoleum safely?
In Guoqing Temple.
Gu Qingheng came to the Buddha and looked up at the Buddha who had compassion for all living beings.
Until Zhao Mingzhu appeared, Gu Qingheng would have just laughed it off if anyone had said that there were ghosts and gods in this world.
So what if I have it, so what if I don’t have it.
Even gods and Buddhas cannot stop him from doing things, much less change his thoughts.
But now, Gu Qingheng took the fragrance and bent his knees reverently.
After a while, he also saw the place where the amulet was prayed for, but there was no monk guarding it.
Changshu thought he wanted to ask for a new amulet, and looked around:
"There was an old monk here last time, why isn't he here today?"
Gu Qingheng looked at the Sanskrit on the table and saw a reflection at the corner of the table. It was a copper coin.
"Amitabha, the donor has a connection with my Buddha. Would you like to take refuge in my Buddha?"
The old monk clasped his hands together and said to Gu Qingheng with a faint smile.
Gu Qingheng picked up the copper coin and said, "I am afraid I can't do this since I still have worldly desires."
After hearing this, the old monk said cheerfully, "Your Highness, what brings you here this time?"
Gu Qingheng stroked the lines on the copper coin and said, "Master Yuantong, you are truly as wise as a god."
Master Yuantong also asked, "How did His Royal Highness recognize that I am Yuantong?"
"Just a wild guess." Gu Qingheng spread out his hands: "Is this left by my wife?"
Master Yuantong looked at the copper coin in his hand and couldn't help but sigh at the deeply intertwined destinies of the two.
The copper coin fell under the table. Although there were pilgrims coming and going every day, no one noticed it. In the end, it fell back into Gu Qingheng's hand.
The appearance of Zhao Mingzhu was inevitable.
"yes."
"Now I am returning the property to its original owner."