Chapter 1085: Still so stubborn
Even if it is a bottomless abyss, he is willing to step into it as long as that person can return safely - the Qi Jue Powder left by Jiang Xiaoan is just suitable for this kind of situation, and the Phoenix Body is immune to all poisons anyway.
A bell suddenly rang from the direction of the imperial city.
The eunuch who was announcing the decree was going door to door, saying that the empress dowager wanted to fast and pray for the missing eldest princess, and ordered all officials to enter the palace immediately.
Jiang Heng stood on the steps with his hands behind his back, watching the startled birds flying over the nine-story palace.
If mercy cannot buy loyalty, then let the blood soak into the bricks and stones of the imperial prison - there will always be spineless people who will expose the whereabouts of my sister.
The damp and moldy smell of the dungeon, mixed with the smell of blood, wafted up.
Jiang Xue leaned against the wall, the chill of the blue bricks seeping into her bones.
Suddenly, there was a sound of iron chains falling to the ground, and the figure who rushed in against the light suddenly froze - the torch in Fudong's hand flickered, illuminating the dark red ground in a shocking way.
Under the blood-red moonlight, Jiang Xue sat leaning against the bluestone steps, her plain robe soaked in dark red.
The baby held her bloody fingertips and sucked hard. Not far away lay Jiang Xiaowei's already cold body, and the hideous wound on her abdomen looked like a grinning smile.
"Your Highness!" Fu Dong staggered and fell to his knees. The sound of armor colliding startled the crows on the eaves.
She stared at the coagulated blood on the swaddling clothes, and a taste of rust rose in her throat - Jiang Xiaowei, who was still talking and laughing three hours ago, now had only broken pieces of swaddling clothes entangled around the baby's feet.
Jiang Xue's fingertips brushed the blood stains on the baby's mouth, and her voice was filled with bone-chilling coldness: "Mobilize the Black Armor Army. I want to see the person alive or dead."
As she handed over the swaddling clothes, the silver bell hanging from her wrist suddenly rang, and the memories of last night came flooding back like a tide.
The moment the silver hairpin pierced her cold skin, she heard the trembling as if her bones were breaking.
The gentle woman who always loved to make tea under the plum tree, now had the fetus curled up in her belly crying in a pool of blood.
When the baby instinctively held her cut finger in her mouth, the hot tears finally broke into pieces on the solidified blood clot.
When Yun Zhen stepped into the courtyard, he saw the secret guards dragging the struggling Feng Ziqing.
He looked at Jiang Xue's blood-stained skirt leaving blood marks on the blue bricks, and suddenly remembered the prediction made by the Astrology Pavilion half a month ago - when the star of Tan Lang moves, the emperor's daughter will weep blood.
"Do you know what it means to have your heart ripped out?"
Jiang Xue's embroidered shoes rolled over Feng Ziqing's trembling fingertips, and the tip of the hairpin moved along her neck: "I want you to look at your loved ones every day, but never be able to touch them."
When she raised her hand to signal the secret guard to take the person away, the copper bells on the eaves suddenly rang in unison, as if the souls of the dead were sobbing.
The candlelight flickered on the jade table. Jiang Xue's fingertips brushed across the gilded armor, and her eyes pierced through the kneeling person like a knife:
"The blade of revenge should be dealt by Lan Feng himself. I just want to make sure that every day and night for the rest of your life will be like purgatory."
Blood oozed from Feng Ziqing's wrists which were worn by the black iron chains, but she lowered her head in panic when she felt the cold light.
The moonlight filtering through the carved window lattice cast the shadow of the Nine Phoenix Gold Hairpin on her face, as if it were a cage.
"I won't take your life." The sound of the gilded armor tapping on the table startled the candle flame.
"What did you say?"
Feng Ziqing looked up suddenly, and the pearl hairpin on her temples was tangled in her messy hair.
She suddenly realized that being alive might be more terrifying than poison.
Jiang Xue's sleeves billowed with ambergris mist, and every word she spoke was wrapped in the chill of winter: "Take it from all directions and disperse it."
Seeing Feng Ziqing's pupils shrink suddenly, she raised the corners of her lips cruelly: "Remember, ask for the Red Refining Pills that are tributed from the Western Regions."
"You vile woman!"
Feng Ziqing struggled and knocked over the bronze lantern, the flames licking the gilded carpet: "The late emperor should have killed you a thousand times back then..."
"It's just a tooth for a tooth."
Jiang Xue cut off her screams and crushed the falling Dongzhu with her brocade shoes: "When the drug takes effect, send her to Rouge Lane in the south of the city. Tell the madam that if she kills someone, I will demolish her thirty-six dens."
Feng Ziqing looked at the approaching jade-colored porcelain bottle and a chill instantly ran up her spine.
Those sisters who entertained customers in the dark alleys eventually became food for wild dogs in the mass graves.
She suddenly recalled how dazzling the Nine Phoenix Rising Sun Crown her father had given her at her coming-of-age ceremony when she was fifteen.
"I am the Queen Mother of Daliang!"
She bit her tongue fiercely, but her jaw was dislocated by the black iron chain.
Fu Dong slapped him loudly with his backhand, and blood foam mixed with broken teeth splashed onto the gilded beams.
When the red pill rolled into his throat, Feng Ziqing suddenly laughed crazily: "Jiang's daughter! Aren't you afraid that the historian will record what happened tonight in the history books? If Heng'er knew that her biological mother had become a military prostitute..."
"shut up!"
The cracks left by the gilded armor on the sandalwood table were thrilling: "When you pushed Lan Feng into the snake cave three years ago, did you ever think about the fetus in her belly?"
Jiang Xue tightly grasped the half dragon-patterned jade pendant on her waist. It was the relic that the late emperor had stuffed into her palm before his death. "Even if Heng'er hates me to the bone, today I will make you feel the pain of gnawing at my heart."
At the sound of the bell at Yin hour, Fu Dong put a sable cloak on Jiang Xue.
The palace lanterns stretched the shadows of the two people very long, and their reflections on the vermilion palace wall looked like a coiled dragon.
"Your Highness should return home to recuperate..."
"Go to Fengzao Palace."
Jiang Xue stroked the gold thread pattern on her cuffs, where the lotus flowers that Jiang Xiaowei had given her when she got married were embroidered. "The correspondence between the Northern Di envoys and the officials of the six ministries should be sent to the Censorate."
She paused, the ice in her eyes melting a little: "Lan Feng's child... should be able to call aunt now, right?"
In the twilight, Yun Zhen approached on the broken snow, and his black cloak swept across the bluestone steps, making a rustling sound.
"Your Highness's current Wu Qing is almost catching up with Yu Mo."
He stopped five steps away, his eyes sweeping over Jiang Xue's white knuckles as she gripped the jade hairpin.
Sparks suddenly flew out of the bronze beast incense burner, making her eyes red. "I want to see their blood dye Suzaku Street red."
"As expected, you are still so stubborn."
Yun Zhen took off the jade pendant from his waist and tapped the table lightly. The golden nanmu wood made an ethereal echo: "How about borrowing your palm?"
Seeing that the other party didn't move at all, he suddenly raised his chin to reveal the old scar on the side of his neck - that was the mark left by the fire in Yongning Palace.
Jiang Xue's pupils suddenly shrank. When her brother pushed her out of the sea of fire, the burning waves left the same scar on the boy's neck.
When she came to her senses, her fingertips had already touched his slightly cool palm.
The warm air flowed from the fingertips to every part of the body, and the dull pain in the temples dissipated like the tide.
She stared at the two people's overlapping sleeves, the embroidered cloud patterns were glowing with the flow of true energy.
"Is this... a secret technique from the Western Territory?"
Yun Zhen maintained his grip and stared at her: "Three days later at midnight, the three hundred death warriors in the East Market will be at your disposal."
He suddenly leaned forward and whispered in her ear: "But now..."
Before he finished speaking, a jackdaw was startled outside the window, and in the distance there was the muffled sound of a palace door being locked.
Jiang Xue stood up suddenly, and her gilded armor scratched a crack on the map: "Fudong! Send a message to the Nine Gates Admiral, and all the residences of officials above the third rank..."
She suddenly paused, looked at her bloodstained collar in the bronze mirror and sneered, "No need, the Queen Mother has prepared an urn for me."
That night, flames from the Vermillion Bird Gate shot up into the sky, and three hundred Golden Feathered Guards holding tiger talismans entered the Chengtian Gate directly.
In the corner tower where no one was paying attention, Yun Zhen was tying a blood-stained secret letter to the ankle of a carrier pigeon. Looking at the blood-red lanterns gradually lighting up in the imperial city, he stroked the old scar on his neck and whispered, "It's time to close the net, Miss Xiaowei."
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