Chapter 127 The So-called Truth (asking for monthly tickets)
Zhao Yuanxi's face darkened. He couldn't find the order in Zhao Ji's memory. The most likely possibility was that she didn't even look at it carefully and just stamped it directly.
She felt a headache and kept pressing her solar plexus.
Ying Zheng said sarcastically, "Since the Queen Mother asked, I guess she really doesn't remember. That's right! At that time, the Queen Mother was probably only thinking about those two newborn bastards. How could she care about these things?"
Ying Zheng didn't like to mention this matter, but the queen mother insisted on asking him, and he didn't mind tearing it apart.
This is another big pit that Zhao Ji has dug for herself, and Zhao Yuanxi's headache is even more painful!
Zhao Yuanxi's expression turned grim. "Did I send someone to kill Cheng Jiao?"
Ying Zheng moved his lips, lowered his head, and said indifferently, "Yes and no."
"Cheng Jiao was incited to rebellion, a capital crime. Even if you were unwilling to give the order, I would have made this decision. After the Qin soldiers surrounded him, Cheng Jiao committed suicide out of fear of the crime."
When Ying Zheng heard about Cheng Jiao's rebellion, he was indeed angry and wanted to kill him, but he had promised his father to protect Cheng Jiao, so even if Cheng Jiao committed treason, he only wanted to imprison Cheng Jiao.
Unfortunately, he brought about his own death.
Ying Zheng didn't feel that sad, but he couldn't help but call Cheng Jiao stupid.
If it were him, since he had done it, he should have done it to the end, instead of being timid and daring to do it but not daring to face it.
Since he can survive, why can't he live like Goujian who slept on firewood and tasted gall, and find an opportunity to give him a fatal blow, so that Ying Zheng may still think he is a man of great stature.
But he just did it in such a disgusting way.
Zhao Yuanxi didn't expect the truth to be like this.
"The person who instigated Cheng Jiao's rebellion, Queen Mother Xia, has passed away. Madam Han's relatives from the Han Dynasty have also been executed. The matter has long been concluded. I will not implicate anyone else. Your Majesty, rest assured."
Without waiting for Zhao Yuanxi to reply, Ying Zheng stood up and prepared to leave.
"Wait!" Zhao Yuanxi also stood up.
Ying Zheng turned around and asked, "Queen Dowager, is there anything else you want to ask?"
"I'm sorry, and thank you for telling me all this!" Zhao Yuanxi felt a little embarrassed. "I didn't do it right before. I wasn't a good queen mother, nor was I a good mother! You—are actually very good."
In the first part, Zhao Yuanxi apologized to Ying Zheng herself, and in the second part, she apologized to him on behalf of Zhao Ji.
Even if she didn't want to admit that she was Zhao Ji, but with the identity she used now and the body she had, she was actually inseparable from Zhao Ji.
Ying Zheng's eyes flashed, and he stared at Zhao Yuanxi for a long time, pursed his lower lip, and said nothing.
Zhao Yuanxi clenched his fist and coughed lightly, "Don't be silent, it's really embarrassing."
Ying Zheng chuckled, but only for a moment, and immediately returned to his previous cold expression, "I understand."
He turned and left without hesitation.
Zhao Yuanxi muttered, "Are you happy or unhappy?"
Ying Zheng left, but left Zhao Yuanxi with a big trouble. How should she explain this to Ziying?
Zhao Yuanxi couldn't help but sigh. She felt tired because she was asked to cultivate a hundred acres of land without even thinking about this matter.
She lay on the chair, covering her eyes with her hands. Two little heads suddenly popped up in the originally quiet surroundings.
Fusu and Ziying lay on the left and right of Zhao Yuanxi, shouting in unison: "Grandmother!"
This frightened Zhao Yuanxi so much that he almost jumped up from his chair. Seeing that it was the two of them, his face was full of helplessness. He picked them up and put them on the chair.
Zhao Yuanxi's expression was a little serious, which scared the two little guys.
Fusu thought it was his father who had angered his mother, so he tugged at the corner of Zhao Yuanxi's clothes and said softly, "Mother, my father has that temper. Don't be angry with him. I'll apologize to you on his behalf, okay?"
Zhao Yuanxi stroked Fusu's little head and said, "Your father didn't make me angry."
At least I didn't make her angry about Cheng Jiao!
Fusu blinked, very puzzled. Since it had nothing to do with his father, who else could make his grandmother look so sad?
"What's the matter? Can I help?" Fusu tilted his head.
Zhao Yuanxi looked at Ziying, sighed, and finally spoke, "Ziying, do you still remember your father?"
Ziying shook his head. He had never seen his father since he could remember, and his only impression of him was the image described by Zhongfu.
He seemed to have remembered something and asked nervously, "Mother, what did Uncle Qin tell you?"
"I'm sorry!" Zhao Yuanxi explained the whole story. "I'm not trying to excuse myself. I just think Ziying deserves to know this. It's okay if you want to blame Grandmother."
Ziying obviously hadn't digested all this yet. His brows were furrowed, his hands were tightly grasping the hem of Zhao Yuanxi's clothes, and his eyes were red.
He doesn't know what to do!
Zhao Yuanxi held him in his arms and patted his back, "It's okay, you can cry!"
Ziying burst into tears, but Zhao Yuanxi said nothing and just hugged him tighter.
The truth I have been pursuing turns out to be so cruel.
Why is it the eldest mother?
If it was his uncle, the King of Qin, he might still be angry with him, but his grandmother was so good to him, how should he face all this?
He didn't know how long he cried. When he spoke again, his voice was hoarse. "It's not Grandmother's fault. It was Grandfather who did something wrong. If you do something wrong, you should be punished."
But the price is too high.
Ziying sobbed and wiped his tears with his sleeves.
Zhao Yuanxi felt very upset, "I'm sorry."
No matter how much you say, it is useless. It is a fact that Ziying lost his father. Even if this was not Zhao Yuanxi's original intention, she cannot easily distinguish it from what Zhao Ji did.
Ziying shook his head, feeling a little tired of crying, and snuggled into Zhao Yuanxi's arms, "Grandmother, I'm sleepy!"
He didn't intend to talk about it anymore. If he had to choose between his father and his mother, he would choose his mother.
He is a little bad guy who only likes people who are nice to him.
If his father wanted to blame him, he could apologize to his father.
Zhao Yuanxi rubbed Ziying's head, nodded to Fusu, and carried him back to the bedroom.
After coaxing the person to sleep, Zhao Yuanxi asked the palace maids to watch over her and then walked out with a gloomy look on his face.
Fusu was squatting at the door. When he saw Zhao Yuanxi coming out, he immediately stood up with a look of worry on his face, "Is Ziying asleep?"
Zhao Yuanxi nodded. "Are you tired too? Do you want me to take you back to rest?"
Fusu shook his head and looked at her worriedly, "Grandmother, Ziying doesn't blame you."
Zhao Yuanxi pulled the corner of his mouth, his eyes slightly sore, "I know."
It was precisely because Ziying did not blame her that she felt even more uncomfortable. It was Ziying who was hurt, but he was afraid of hurting her, his mother.
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