Chapter 91 Fingers tightly grasped the quilt, and the single clothes were unconsciously soaked with cold sweat. Wu Qining looked up at...
Her fingers tightly grasped the quilt, and her single clothes were unconsciously soaked with cold sweat. Wu Qining raised her eyes and looked at the dark figure who was standing in front of her bed. The cold sword was hovering beside her face, reflecting her frightened eyes.
She quickly went through all the strategies in her mind several times, but still couldn't figure out where the flaw was.
Wu Qining calmed down inexplicably. She shrank her neck in fear and moved a little further away from the sword.
Then, as if he had thought of something, he asked anxiously, "I heard that there was a fire in the Heavenly Prison. Did those people attack Lord Wang? Is Lord Wang still... alive?"
What a great acting! If she didn't know the truth, she would have been fooled by her ignorant and cowardly expression.
Song Shiwei chuckled, and the sharp sword moved away from her face and slashed at the neck of the secret guard who was tied up tightly and still unconscious at her feet.
Her breathing stopped for a moment, and Wu Qining's pupils suddenly contracted. Her body acted before her mind. She caught the sword blade that was pressing down with her hand.
The blood flowed down her palm and dripped onto the ground. Wu Qining seemed to realize what she was doing, and her face turned frighteningly pale. Even so, she did not retreat a step and stood in front of them.
Song Shiwei was surprised for a moment, and she slightly exerted force on the hilt of the sword, pressing it down a little. With a suppressed groan, she said with interest:
"Your Majesty, when the prison caught fire, I found a few interesting people. Now it seems that they are your Majesty's men. Your Majesty is really brave." With a mocking voice, the narrow sword lightly tapped her cheek.
Seeing that her behavior could not be explained, Wu Qining nodded and decisively admitted: "They are my people."
Then, she obediently explained the whole story: "I thought those noble families would not let Lord Wang be investigated alive, so I sent a few guards to secretly protect her safety. Unexpectedly, she was still discovered by the Grand Tutor."
"If you want to punish them, then punish me. They are just following my orders." Wu Qining's cold eyes were pleading. Her trembling hands tightly grasped the bloody blade, and the warm blood soaked her right arm. She trembled in pain, but she did not stop.
"You are still dishonest, Your Majesty. If you plead guilty, you must admit all the guilt. The people who assassinated me are also your people, or we should call them the Royal Secret Guards." The sword slapped her face again. Then, Song Shi slightly relaxed his strength and threw away the long sword.
"Can covering your face and suppressing your murderous aura change the martial arts moves of the Royal Guards?"
Wu Qining didn't care about the humiliation. She stared blankly at the determined Song Shiwei. Her whole body felt as if she had fallen into an ice cave, freezing cold.
How could she know about the Royal Secret Guards and be familiar with their methods?
Why did the Queen Mother tell her this? If so, why didn’t she pass the throne to her! Why did she establish her as the emperor!! She was not interested in the throne in the first place!!!
She should have been traveling in the mountains and rivers, in the vast seas and skies, instead of being imprisoned in this small palace, like a bird in a cage, with spies everywhere around her, eating, drinking, defecating and urinating, all recorded in the books and appearing on the documents of those people. If she looked at her for a little longer today, she would be interrogated and laughed at by them the next day.
She couldn't sleep well all night, and would be awakened by the slightest noise. She was afraid every night, afraid that their people would sneak into the palace and kill her in one move. She was afraid that the food was poisoned, that they would lead troops to force her to abdicate, and even more afraid that people around her would die.
The thick darkness dragged her into the abyss, and the bloodstained white clothes pulled her sleeves tightly, questioning her over and over again. Some had their heads chopped off, leaving only bloody necks, some were torn apart by five horses, leaving only broken torsos, and some were so bloody that they could not be seen clearly.
Why didn't she save them? Wasn't she the emperor? Why couldn't she even save them and caused them to die so tragically.
With shrill cries, Wu Qining fled in panic, but was torn to pieces by them in the blink of an eye.
She couldn't save anyone, not even herself.
Big tears rolled down her cheeks to the ground. Wu Qining's eyes were frighteningly red. She bit her lips tightly and stared at Song Shiwei without blinking.
Song Shiwei looked at her expression and frowned. She hadn't come to settle the score with her yet, so why was she crying? She still looked like she was being bullied by her.
"Why should you save her? If my guess is correct, you only have a few secret guards left, and each one is extremely valuable. Saving her will do more harm than good, and you won't get any benefit."
"Taifu, you have been fighting for power for so long that you only see the pros and cons. Lady Wang has devoted her life to the country and the people, and she is honest and dedicated to her work. She should not have died so hastily in an assassination. Anyone can remain indifferent, but I cannot, even though I am a puppet without any real power. Now that I have been caught, I admit it. Taifu, you can kill me or chop me up, it is all up to you."
"They are very capable and only obey the king's orders. The master can also control them in the future, so there is no need to get rid of them."
Wu Qining wiped away the tears on her face, and her usually timid eyes faded away the dust and brightened up. Just like the first ray of dawn that penetrates the clouds at dawn, dazzling and firm. She picked up the long sword on the ground, pointed the sword towards herself with her neck stiff, and handed the hilt to Song Shiwei.
A scrutinizing look fell on her face, and Song Shiwei grasped the hilt of the sword again and pressed it against her neck as she wished.
Wu Qining's tear-stained eyelashes trembled and she closed her eyes.
The turbulent wind blew towards her, and a burning red mark appeared on Wu Qining's face. The sword hit her face again.
She opened her eyes angrily and yelled at Song Shiwei:
"Song was in a low position, and scholars could be killed but not humiliated."
Song Shi curled his eyes slightly, and lifted Wu Qining's chin with the sharp edge of the sword. She stretched out her cold fingers and stroked the red marks on her face inch by inch.
The pungent pain and the chilling touch intertwined together, and the instantaneous sensation of ice and fire made Wu Qining shudder all over.
The strong smell of medicine wafted into her nose, and her drooped eyelids made it impossible for Wu Qining to see the look in her eyes.
"Your Majesty, you sent someone to assassinate me, and I beat you, so we are even."
Is this matter just exposed?
Wu Qining blinked, and another tear fell onto Song Shiwei's cold hand.
"You did a good job in making almost no disclosures about this scheme."
"Assassinating me in the street disrupts the situation and taking advantage of the chaos to break into the prison. Even if the prison break fails, when the Royal Guards seal off the city and search, the people of the aristocratic families will not dare to make any moves in a short period of time. Lord Wang's life is temporarily saved." Song Shiwei threw the sword to the ground, leaned on her bed, coughed a few times, and slowly analyzed what she had done.
"The only problem is that you misjudged the enemy's access to information. This is a fatal weakness. As a result, now everything is lost."
The bleak moonlight outside the palace shone through, casting light on Song Shiwei's pale face. With furrowed brows and stern eyes, she commented on Wu Qining's actions one by one.
At this moment, she was like an ordinary master, teaching her apprentice carefully.
"Master." Wu Qining looked dazed and murmured softly.
Song Shiwei waved at her, motioning her to come over.
Wu Qining was stunned for a moment, took two cautious steps forward, then stopped and looked at her warily.
Seeing that Song Shiwei didn't move, she took two more steps. It took her several minutes to cover a short distance of just a few steps. Finally, she came to her side.
He sat down at the other end of the bed, far away from her.
Song Shiwei looked at her again, her slightly immature face, her tense and alert body, her head down, silently blaming herself.
She is nothing like that child.
That child is a natural emperor, he is meticulous and always takes action after careful planning.
When she showed weakness, she would endure humiliation and be humble, and would never expose her accumulated strength for a useless minister. If she did, it would be 120 points of benefit.
Everything she does has a deep meaning, and she never does business at a loss.
Even if she hated her, she hated that heartless emperor.
She never worried about the dynasty after her. In order to consolidate her imperial power, she would get rid of those arrogant and domineering families. In order to be recorded in history books, she would clean up the bureaucracy and give the people a good future.
She had always been sure of this. He was the most outstanding wolf king she had ever raised, and she was just bitten back by herself.
But this child has a soft heart, not like an emperor.
After roughly testing her character, Song Shiwei walked out of the palace gate with his sword in hand, and said in a deep voice, "Take a good rest in Yongning Palace these days."
Song Shiwei glanced at Xuan Jian who was guarding the door, and said in a deep voice:
"She has a sword wound on her hand. Please help her take care of it and keep an eye on her these days."
"Yes, sir."
The slightly open door closed again. Wu Qining sat alone on the bed, looking at Song Shiwei's back quietly.
I wonder if the Master likes the traits she has created.
The low-key sedan returned to the mansion under cover.
Song Lin solemnly helped Song Shiwei down from the sedan chair and placed her on the bed. She reached out and touched her forehead, which was frighteningly hot.
A steady stream of people were sent out from the Taifu mansion to recruit famous doctors from the mansions of various noble families in the capital. The lights were on for several nights.
Song Shiwei had a fever for several days, so he took a long leave. There was an endless stream of carriages outside the Taifu Mansion, all of them coming to visit.
The Prime Minister had just returned from the Grand Tutor's residence. He called the returning physician and asked in a deep voice, "How badly is the Grand Tutor injured?"
"There is a sword wound on the left shoulder, he was indeed stabbed. His pulse is rapid and fluctuating, he was frightened. He is indeed seriously injured."
The prime minister dismissed the physician and called in his confidants to discuss the matter in detail.
"It seems that this matter has nothing to do with her. Check which brainless person is trying to assassinate her again. Tell him to cut off the head of the person and send it to her. Run as far away as you can. When she reacts, her true identity will not be able to protect him."
The confidant nodded and said in a deep voice: "After putting out the fire in the prison, several charred corpses were dragged out. Some of them are our people. One of the charred corpses looks similar to Wang Yuqing. It should be her."
The Prime Minister nodded lazily.
Perhaps because the prison was heavily guarded, they were unable to kill him for the time being and had to set fire to him. However, they were discovered by the guards and could not escape.
For him, it didn't matter if a few assassins died, as long as his goal was achieved, and he had plenty of such people in his mansion.
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