Chapter 120
Before Fan Changyu could answer, he chuckled to himself, "Li Huaian, right?"
He cut off one of the ears of the eunuch who announced the imperial edict, so that the eunuch could not even open the imperial edict and fled back to the capital in panic.
The little emperor has to save face, so he will definitely suppress this matter.
Before the imperial edict was announced, the so-called arranged marriage between him and the eldest princess was just a rumor. It had not spread in the capital yet. She was far away in the northwest, but the only way she knew about his arranged marriage was through Li Huaian.
Fan Changyu was stunned by his viciousness for a moment, then looked him in the eye and said, "It has nothing to do with who told me this. You are already engaged, so you shouldn't say such things to me. What do you think of me? And what do you think of the past you mentioned?"
She has always been a slow-witted person in terms of emotions, but when she said the last sentence, she felt her heart sharp and sad, and the sadness was so strong that it hurt her eyes.
In her heart, he has always been a very good person. Even if the two of them have to go their separate ways in the future because of the feud between their fathers, she hopes that he will have a smooth life, continue to be admired by thousands of people, and be the Marquis of Wu'an who has made great military achievements and is feared by the world.
Even though things and people have changed, she doesn't want anyone to destroy the beauty that once existed.
Not even him!
Xie Zheng listened to Fan Changyu's questioning, and his anger froze, and he was distracted for a moment.
The sun rose higher, and where he was standing, a beam of morning light slanted in through the window, casting a layer of warm light on half of his jade-carved face. His thick and long black eyelashes were half-drooped, and for a moment, he seemed as pure as a child.
After a long while, he raised his head and looked at Fan Changyu again, his eyes were bloodshot from staying up all night. Although his face looked calm, his calmness at this moment made people more frightened.
As he took a step forward, Fan Changyu subconsciously took a step back, but she was standing in front of the bed, and when she stepped back, her back hit the bedpost.
All the panic and momentary confusion in her eyes were seen by the person walking against the light.
Xie Zheng's face still showed no emotion. He just held Fan Changyu's face with his bloodstained hands, lowered his head slightly to her eye level, and looked at her quietly with his eyes that seemed to be crawling with blood-red spider webs: "Did Li Huaian tell you that I cut off the ear of the eunuch who announced the decree, so that he went back to the capital without even announcing the decree?"
Fan Changyu was stunned.
The other person gently stroked her cheek with his bloody fingers and asked softly, "Goodbye, Lu Cheng. You are so distant from me because of what Li Huaian told you, right?"
Fan Changyu was so choked up in his throat that he couldn't utter a word, only tears as big as beans rolled down his cheeks.
Xie Zheng wiped her tears with his thumb and whispered, "Don't cry."
He is as gentle as ever.
Fan Changyu was so distressed that he couldn't breathe. Tears rolled down his cheeks. He looked at Xie Zheng and said almost pleadingly, "Don't be like this... Xie Zheng, don't be like this..."
Her heart was not made of stone. It took her a long time to heal the wound in her heart so that when she saw him again, she would not be so sad that her heart would be torn apart.
She didn't want to open again those wounds in his tenderness that were so painful that made her shiver at night.
If the two of them were destined not to have a result, the other person would carry the misery in his life while she would carry the injustice, and she would definitely move forward.
Even if her bones were broken, she would crawl towards the truth step by step.
Seeing her like this, the redness in Xie Zheng's eyes became even darker.
He held her shoulders, lowered his head and gently rested it on her forehead, and asked stubbornly: "Fan Changyu, can we still be the same as before?"
Same as before.
These words jumped into Fan Changyu's ears again. Apart from sadness, she was left with a feeling of powerlessness as if she was trapped by fate.
She tried her best to control her emotions: "Don't you care about the truth of the Jinzhou case?"
After that, the two of them fell into deathly silence again.
Fan Changyu could feel that the hand he was holding on his shoulder had become stronger, and the blood oozing from his fingertips dyed his robe red.
They were too close, and the smell of blood could not cover up his refreshing breath mixed with a light scent of soapberry.
This was probably the closest she could ever be to him.
Fan Changyu closed his eyes somewhat sadly, and tried to control his trembling breathing in the overwhelming aura.
But I heard a hoarse voice from my ear: "I don't care."
Tired and broken, it seemed like the decision was made with blood dripping from it, and the desperate determination in it was chilling.
Fan Changyu's pupils trembled, and the water in front of her eyes made her vision blurry. She tried to open her eyes wide to see the person in front of her clearly, and asked with a sob, "Do you know what you are saying?"
Xie Zheng's bloodshot eyes were also filled with pain. He suddenly grabbed her into his arms, resting his chin against her temples, and said hoarsely, "What do you want me to do?"
"Fan Changyu, tell me, what can I do?"
He questioned her fiercely and fiercely out of control, showing her his wound-ridden self like a trapped beast cornered.
The water that rolled down from his chin wet the corners of Fan Changyu's temples, burning his skin and causing it to hurt.
"I've tried to let you go. I've tried everything I can. I'm really at my wits' end..."
He held her so tightly that he couldn't stop shaking all over.
It's like a drowning person grabbing a life-saving piece of driftwood.
"Whether you are Fan Changyu or Meng Changyu, it doesn't matter. Let's just be together, okay?"
Fan Changyu only felt that her eyes were blurred by tears, and her heart was gripped by another kind of heart-wrenching pain, forcing her to breathe in big gulps to catch her breath. She couldn't help but let out a cry in her throat.
Two months and seven days later, she once again allowed herself to cry unrestrainedly in this embrace.
Warm sunlight leaked into the room through the carved window lattices, and floating dust danced in the light and shadow.
The woman, with her back against the bed frame, asked the man in front of her to hold her waist, grab her chin and kiss her deeply, inch by inch. The curtain with lotus pattern hanging on the golden hook was torn apart, and all her struggles were in vain. She couldn't even cry properly anymore.
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An autumn rain came suddenly, and bean-like raindrops fell cracklingly, soaking the yellow soil on the official road into mud.
A caravan was struggling to move forward in the heavy rain. Seeing a ruined temple ahead where they could take shelter from the rain, the caravan headed hurriedly towards the temple.
The servants lit a fire with the broken door panels of the temple and cleaned an area. Not caring about drying their wet clothes, they took out stools from the carriage and placed them on the ground. Then someone went forward and carefully welcomed the people in the carriage out.
The wide edge of the oil-paper umbrella obscured the man's face, but his dark blue brocade robe with cloud patterns looked very luxurious. However, in the September weather, he looked like he had a thick cloak draped over his shoulders, and he seemed to be weak.
A man got out of a carriage behind him. He was wearing a snow-blue Confucian robe, which was elegant and warm. Before entering the ruined temple to avoid the rain, he stopped and looked at the way he came for a while before he walked into the ruined temple.
The servants and guards were all standing outside the door. By the fire in the ruined temple, there was only the man in the cloak and a deaf-mute servant who served him personally.
Li Huaian said, "Your Highness, please take a short break. When the rain stops, we will have to continue on our journey. The Li family's warriors have been killed or wounded, and we have only managed to get rid of the blood-stained cavalry under Marquis Wu'an. If they catch up with us again, we will be in trouble."
Qi Min looked at the elegant young man in front of him with a gloomy face and said, "You must bring my people back to me."
He has been pretending to be Sui Yuanhuai for more than ten years. Now that the golden insect has shed its shell, he is no longer the waste who had to huddle in the backyard of the Changxin Palace after his face was destroyed by a fire. Soon he will be the master of this world.
Li Huaian bowed respectfully and said, "The Li family will definitely do their best to rescue the emperor's grandson and his biological mother, but the most important thing right now is your highness' safety."
The deaf-mute servant made some hot tea on the fire, and after brewing it for Qi Min, he asked Qi Min to throw the tea heavily to the ground.
Broken porcelain flew everywhere, boiling tea spilled everywhere, and even a few tea stains splashed onto Li Huaian's shoes.
The commotion alerted the guards outside, but Qi Min's royal shadow guards firmly guarded the entrance to the ruined temple. Even though the Li family's guards were worried about Li Huaian, they did not dare to act rashly.
Li Huai'an knelt quietly on the dusty ground: "Your Highness, please calm down."
Qi Min stared at him coldly: "It was your Li family who sent me a message, saying that Xie Zheng had asked you to lead them to Bieyue Villa, and asked me to leave for the capital as soon as possible. But what was waiting for me on the road? It was the hundreds of blood-clothed cavalrymen under Xie Zheng and that madman Sui Yuanqing!"
The Blood-Cloaked Cavalry is already a feared cavalry unit in the entire Dayin. Following Yuan Qing in order to avenge the murder of his mother, they are like possessed by the god of death, vowing to take his head.
Half of the royal guards around Qi Min were killed, and the masters sent by the Li family were almost wiped out. He was the only one who managed to break out of the siege, while Yu Qianqian and Yu Baoer fell into the hands of the Blood-Clothed Riders.
After learning that Xie Zheng had not fallen into the trap, Li Huaian left Lucheng that night.
Marquis Wu'an has the power to mobilize all the military forces in the northwest. Once the Blood-Cloaked Riders take Huang Zhongsun and his mother back, he will never have a chance to leave again.
Listening to Qi Min's reprimand, Li Huai'an was so calm that he almost numbly bowed and said, "This is my fault. I failed to realize that Marquis Wu'an was playing tricks on you, causing Your Highness to fall into danger."
The game has progressed to this point. Every decision he makes from now on will be implemented according to the Li family's original plan. He has become so numb that he is unwilling to think about the right and wrong.
The more he looked like this, the angrier Qi Min became. He suddenly leaned over and grabbed Li Huaian by the collar.
He was obviously a person who had been ill for a long time, and his five fingers were as pale as those of ordinary people, but the strength in his hands was no less than that of a normal adult man.
Perhaps only the royal guards knew that Qi Min had been secretly studying martial arts with them in order to get rid of his illness.
Apart from the royal guards, he didn't trust anyone, including the Lan mother and son who had served him for many years.
Qi Min's voice was terribly cold: "Do you think that as long as I can enter the capital safely, the Li family will have won? Xie Zheng himself dared not to rebel in the northwest, and he has the child in his hands. Do you think he dares to do so?"
Other emotions finally emerged from Li Huai'an's calm eyes.
Qi Min released his hand that was grabbing his collar and ordered in a cold voice: "I don't care what methods you Li family use, either bring my people back unharmed, or... kill the child and bring back his biological mother."
Just then, a thunderclap was heard outside the ruined temple. The white light of lightning flashed across the temple. The smiling Buddha statue in front of the niche looked a bit cold and weird.
Li Huaian's heart was shocked. The cold wind blew in from the broken doorway, and he was shocked to feel his whole body was cold.
He bowed his head slowly and said, "I obey your command."
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This is the second update I owed yesterday. If I can't finish today's update, I'll put it aside for tomorrow. My dears, don't stay up late waiting. I dare not stay up too late now. I have a basic heart disease, and it really costs money to go to the hospital once QAQ
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