Jiang Muyu hadn't slept yet. Perhaps she had gotten up too late today. She was not sleepy at all and just lay on the bed, staring at Liang Qingchen for more than an hour.

The sunlight from outside the window shone in, and through the curtains, the embroidery on the curtains was printed on his face, bright and dark, with an indescribable beauty.

He slept very quietly, with no other movement except for his light and steady breathing. Jiang Muyu knew that this kind of person actually slept very lightly, and would wake up immediately at the slightest movement, just like now, because she had been lying in the same position for a long time and her neck felt numb, and as soon as she moved, he woke up.

There was still some drowsiness in his eyes, and his voice was lazy and hoarse: "What time is it now?"

He rubbed against her neck like a big cat.

"I don't know either. It should have been about two hours."

"I slept that long?"

"It was indeed quite long. My neck was sore from hugging you." She stretched her muscles a little.

Liang Qingchen sat up, rubbed his sleepy eyes, opened the curtains, and called out, "Xu Lang."

Xu Lang immediately walked in quickly, "Prince, you are finally awake." He looked a little anxious.

"What happened?" Liang Qingchen frowned slightly.

"Mrs. Wu is dead!"

Jiang Muyu heard this and poked his head out from behind him: "What did you say? Who died?"

"Mrs. Wu, Wu Lianxu."

Liang Qingchen got off the bed and asked as he put on his clothes, "How did he die?"

Xu Lang said, "Just now, the prince ordered her to kneel outside the courtyard. She knelt quietly at first, but then she suddenly went crazy and snatched the guard's sword and slashed her throat on the spot."

"Where is her body?" Jiang Muyu also hurriedly got out of bed.

"He's still lying outside, bleeding all over the floor. We don't know what to do with him, and we don't dare disturb the prince and princess from resting. We can only wait."

The couple tidied themselves up a bit and went out.

At this time, a female corpse was lying straight on the floor outside Qingyu Courtyard, her eyes were wide open, and there was a deep cut on her neck, revealing the flesh and blood vessels inside. Blood was blooming under her body, spreading for several meters. The scene was extremely tragic and terrifying.

Liang Qingchen ordered her body to be dealt with and bought a coffin for it. The person could not be buried for the time being.

Soon someone from the palace came to summon him.

He was not surprised that the emperor knew the news so quickly. He was afraid that the news would spread throughout the capital within two days.

Jiang Muyu was waiting for him to come back in the palace. For some reason, she just felt empty in her heart, as if she could foresee that something was about to happen.

Later in the evening, Nanxing brought Tangtang to visit her and have dinner with her.

Tangtang could see that she was not in a good mood and thought she was just scared, so she immediately comforted her: "Don't be afraid, mother. Everyone will die sooner or later. That Mrs. Wu just died earlier."

Jiang Muyu was stunned for a moment, turned around and saw her innocent look. He really didn't know how she could say such words in such a cute tone.

I have to say, this aspect is really similar to Liang Qingchen.

"Tangtang, I guess you didn't see her like that today, did you?"

“Yes.”

Jiang Muyu was stunned again: "When did you see it?"

"Sister Nanxing took me to see her right after she died."

Jiang Muyu looked at Nanxing, who said awkwardly, "She was the one who insisted that I take her over to have a look. I wanted to cover her eyes when I saw her, but who knew she wasn't afraid at all."

Tangtang said, "Mom, don't blame Sister Nanxing. It was Tangtang who wanted to see it herself."

Jiang Muyu found it a little unbelievable. She was shocked when she saw the scene, but Tangtang, a four-year-old child, was not afraid at all.

No wonder Liang Jingtang was able to kill people without blinking an eye in the original text. It was not entirely acquired, but she was inherently stubborn and indifferent.

"Mom, mom, what's wrong with you?" Tangtang stretched out her little hand and waved it in front of her eyes.

Jiang Muyu suddenly hugged her into his arms and said in a gentle but serious voice: "Tangtang, you must think more about what you do in the future. Don't be stubborn and don't act recklessly. Do you understand?"

Tangtang didn't know why she said that, so she just nodded in confusion: "I understand."

"From now on, even if your parents are not around, you must listen to your brother and don't always go against him or disobey him."

"Why does Tangtang want to go against her brother?" She was a little puzzled. She and her brother had always gotten along well since they were young.

Jiang Muyu couldn't explain it to her, so he just said, "Don't ask why. Just keep it in mind."

"Oh, Tangtang will be very obedient."

"Well, our Tangtang is the best." She hugged Tangtang and kissed him.

Liang Qingchen did not come back that night.

The next day, people from the Wu family came and carried Wu Lianxu's coffin out of the palace crying. Jiang Muyu did not stop them.

Wu Lianxuan loved Liang Qingchen for two years, but only stayed in the palace for two days. From then on, she died alone. It was a tragic ending for all her efforts.

Word soon spread in the capital that Wu Lianxu was forced to death by Princess Rui because the prince stayed in her room overnight. The next day, the princess took revenge and forced her to commit suicide.

Some people also said that Prince Rui never consummated his marriage with Wu Lianxu, and that he stayed in the princess' courtyard that night. Wu Lianxu committed suicide because he could not bear the humiliation after being defiled by Prince Rui's men.

In the eyes of the people, the King of Rui became synonymous with cruelty and excessive doting on his wife. And the reputation of the King's wife as jealous was completely established.

Jiang Muyu never took the rumors outside to heart. He just ate, drank and slept.

It's just that Liang Qingchen has been in the palace for three days, and she is a little worried. But after asking around for a while, there is no news at all, so Xu Lang just tells her to be patient.

On the fourth day, war reports came from the border - a conflict broke out between Tian Gan and Xuan Cang's border garrisons. They accidentally killed a soldier of Xuan Cang, and the war was about to break out.

On the fifth day, Liang Qingchen returned, bringing with him an imperial decree from the emperor sending him to lead troops to the front for support.

In the original text she had read, Liang Qingchen also went to the battlefield, but she did not expect that this day would come nearly three years earlier.

King Rui hasn't been to the battlefield for five years. Everyone almost forgot that he was known as the God of War of Tiangan Kingdom when he was still a prince. He led troops to fight in battles since he was young and achieved great military exploits. Not only did he conquer small border countries, but he also forced the two big countries of Tiangan and Dongxu to fight and lose.

Now he put on his armor again, sitting on his tall horse, his handsome face showed a vigor and vitality that had not been seen in many years.

The first time Jiang Muyu saw him like this, it was as if she had traveled through the long river of history to have a conversation with the young general, and her eyes inexplicably became red.

On the day of the expedition, the people lined the streets to see him off, as if they had completely forgotten that a few days ago they had been talking about what happened in Prince Rui's palace after dinner.

Jiang Muyu sent him to the city gate.

He got off his horse and hugged her, but he didn't dare to use force for fear that his armor would hurt her.

"Zhao Zhao, please take good care of the palace for me and wait for me to come back."

She nodded gently in his arms: "Okay."

He added: "If I hadn't come back..."

She covered his mouth, smiled, and said, "Have a safe journey."

Liang Qingchen pursed his lips and smiled faintly: "Okay."

Then he let her go, stepped on the stirrups, and pulled the reins, "Drive!"

The horse walked to the front of the team, and the black cloak behind him was blown up by the wind into a graceful and elegant arc.

Jiang Muyu stood there, watching the army disappear from his sight little by little, with an indescribable feeling of bitterness spreading in his heart.