"Oh, didn't the Marquis of Zhennan marry that county lady? Where is the county lady?"
"The county lady and Prince Heng's gang have escaped. The Qing Kingdom is looking for them. If they are caught, they will be sentenced to death."
The people watched the fun and chattered non-stop. King Heng's party was massacred, some were exiled, and some were beheaded.
Shangguan Xuan had heavy shackles on his shoulders and his expression was numb.
Behind him came the cries of the women. The one who cried the most sadly was Shangguan Qian. She had been spoiled since childhood and had never thought that she would be exiled.
She cried with tears streaming down her face and begged, "Brother, I don't want to go to Lingnan, wuwuwu, I haven't married yet...Damn Zhao Qing, she is the one who ruined our mansion, wuwuwu..."
Shangguan Xuan said nothing, like a walking corpse.
For ten thousand taels, he sent the entire Zhennan Marquis Mansion into the abyss. Prince Heng knew that he was doomed to fail and had already fled outside the Great Wall. Prince Yan used the Zhennan Marquisate as an example to warn court officials.
Why has it come to this?
Shangguan Xuan looked blankly at the gray sky in the distance. If he had not married Zhao Qing and treated Sun Qingmei better, with Sun Qingmei's generous dowry as a backup, he would not have been tempted by King Heng's money.
But he had no room for regret. The Zhennan Marquis Mansion collapsed and there was no chance of recovery.
As for Sun Qingmei... Shangguan Xuan thought with disdain that Sun Qingmei left Yanjing and seemed to have escaped the fate of exile by luck. But how can a weak woman survive in this cruel world?
I guess Sun Qingmei wouldn't have a very good life.
...
On the other side, Zhao Qing, who had luckily escaped exile, had his hands tied with ropes and was covered in wounds. Only two of his ten slender fingers were left.
The armored guards tied her to the horse's back and walked outside the pass with the team.
When it got dark, the team stopped.
A bonfire was lit in the mountains. The mountains of Nanchu could be seen not far away, and crows were circling in the sky. The guards patrolled everywhere, never letting their guard down.
Zhao Qing fell beside the campfire, and the warmth from the fire dispelled the coldness from her body. She was seizing every minute to warm herself up when she heard the sound of scattered footsteps. Zhao Qing trembled all over and looked up in horror.
The first thing you see is a pair of black boots embroidered with gold, and above that is a wide red robe fluttering in the night wind. In her hand she holds a white jade fan, and her black hair falls loosely on her shoulders. Prince Heng Li Yuanli always likes to wear red. He looks dandy and undisciplined, but no one dares to underestimate his power.
During this period of time, Zhao Qing has deeply experienced the terrifying nature of King Heng, and even the evil spirits in hell have to avoid him when they see him.
Li Yuanli squatted beside the bonfire, his delicate eyebrows and eyes showed a smile, and his voice was like a seductive voice: "Was "Taihua Notes" really burned?"
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