Chu Changning returned to her room, washed up, and changed into a light blue dress that resembled a veil of mist.
She stood by the window, gazing at the rain outside, slightly lost in thought.
The rain pattered softly outside the window, pooling and swirling under the pear tree, while pear blossoms fluttered down from the branches, scattering and falling.
"Princess, the Marquis killed His Majesty's men. His Majesty must know about it and will definitely blame us. Will he send someone to kill us?"
Since hearing about the massacre of Yinlouge, Taozhi had been kneeling on the ground, her face deathly pale.
Chu Changning turned around. "So, are you willing to leave with me?"
"leave?"
Tao Zhi trembled, her face turning even paler.
"All land under heaven belongs to the king; where can a princess go?"
She had taken the poison pill given to her by her father-in-law; if she dared to betray His Majesty, she would die.
Chu Changning said calmly, “His Majesty comes from a humble background and is extremely cunning and ruthless. We are just a decoy for him. He doesn’t expect us to actually find the Dragon Talisman for him.”
"His real purpose might be to get Yan Beimo to kill me."
The Yinlou Pavilion was destroyed, but there was no movement in the capital. There was also the letter that Yan Beimo intercepted in the bathroom that day. When she put all these things together, she suddenly realized what had happened.
She suspected that everything before was an act.
Shen Yan's true purpose was to use someone else to do his dirty work.
In this world, clans are powerful and kings are vying for supremacy. He came from a humble background and plotted to usurp the throne, which is already unacceptable to the world. Sparing the life of the eldest princess is to show the new emperor's benevolence.
But she was a princess of the old dynasty and could not live, so Shen Yan wanted Yan Bei Mo to believe that she was a spy and to kill her with his own hands.
With this move, he could use the pretext of the aristocratic families killing her to launch a campaign against Yanbei Mo, inciting all the princes to attack it, and also take back the 100,000 troops that his father had given to the aristocratic families to the court.
That's some serious scheming.
Chu Changning's head was starting to ache from thinking so much. She rubbed her forehead and frowned.
She's not dead now, and Shen Yan must know. He definitely won't let her live, and might even send someone to kill her. She has to leave this hellish place.
Moreover, Yan Beimo was no pushover either, and perhaps he had known Shen Yan's purpose all along. From beginning to end, she was just a pawn, a knife on the chessboard between the two.
Thinking about it this way, Chu Changning's head ached even more, and she asked.
"Peach Blossom, do you know Penglai?"
"Princess wants to go to Penglai?" Taozhi snapped out of her daze, a hint of envy flashing in her eyes. "I've heard that Penglai is a fairyland, and very few people can find the entrance."
"But I was poisoned by a eunuch in the palace and dare not leave."
Upon hearing this, Chu Changning paused for a moment before speaking.
“If it is poison, there must be an antidote. We can seek help from a doctor.”
Taozhi had been raised with great care since childhood and had never been so bold before. She hesitated and remained silent.
"If you are unwilling, I can give you money, and you can go wherever you want, no matter how far you want to go."
At this point, Chu Changning paused, his gaze turning cold as he looked over.
"But if you dare to leak the information, I will kill you first."
She didn't want to have a burden on her, but she was so badly injured back then, almost dying, and this little girl took care of her the whole time. She couldn't bear to see her die.
Tao Zhi bit her lip, and after a moment, as if she had made up her mind, she looked at her earnestly and asked.
"Then how should we proceed? The Lord refuses to release the divorce papers."
Chu Changning felt annoyed whenever he thought about it.
For some reason, Yan Beimo refused to divorce.
Just then, there was a sudden knocking sound at the door.
"Madam, the Lord requests your presence."
Chu Changning frowned. "What is it?"
Since their marriage, the two have rarely seen each other. This is the first time he has contacted her, so it can't be anything good.
"This servant does not know."
Chu Changning "---"
She pursed her lips slightly, helped the peach branch up, and walked outside.
The lamp niches under the eaves illuminated the surrounding path, and the drizzling rain fell on the corridor, wetting the tender flower buds on both sides.
The maidservant, carrying a lantern, led the way, guiding her into a pavilion.
Under the moonlight, the man stood in the pavilion, dressed in neat white robes, his brows and eyes as clear as water and as cold as ink, exuding an air of otherworldly elegance, like a noble young master.
Chu Changning stood under the pavilion, holding an umbrella, and spoke.
What brings you here, my lord?
Yan Beimo glanced at her from above, looking down at her with a condescending gaze.
"I've heard you're skilled at playing music. I have a headache today, so please play a piece for me."
Chu Changning was startled. She glanced at him, then looked at the Jiao Wei Qin set up in the garden, her palms turning white as she clenched her fists.
Revenge, a vengeful, madman.
Forcing her to play the piano in the rainy night was clearly revenge for the embarrassment he had just caused at the main house.
She was about to refuse when she caught a glimpse of his gaze, which was cold and indifferent, yet carried a sinister and ruthless undertone.
The words that were not yet spoken got stuck in my throat, unable to come up or down.
Yan Beimo glanced at the guards around him, and someone stepped forward and snatched her umbrella.
Chu Changning knew that if she moved any slower, she would be forced to sit there and play.
She wiped the rain off her face, ignoring her clothes that were soaked by the heavy rain, and obediently sat down.
That unpredictable madman, one second he's smiling at her, the next he's giving her a murderous look, he's a master of changing his expression.
The guards and maids around them all lowered their heads and stood respectfully in place, no one daring to look.
The wind blows, the rain beats against the withered lotus leaves, and the water splashes and bubbles in the pond.
The clear and melodious sound of the zither, like a gentle drizzle, poured out and filled the garden.
Yan Beimo sat on the bench, looking at her calmly.
Immaculate fingers lightly pluck the strings; with each rise and fall of the fingertips, the music flows like a gentle stream through layers of mountains, accompanied by the melodious chirping of birds and the clear, melodious warbling of orioles.
He played with the black bead in his hand, looking into her deep, dark eyes, which shone with a faint, eerie light.
Chu Changning naturally noticed his gaze, but she was too lazy to guess what this madman was thinking.
Having just recovered from her previous injuries, and after standing in the rain for so long, her body gradually began to feel weak.
The hatred hidden deep in her heart burned like a blazing fire in her veins; she wished she could perish with him regardless of the consequences.
But she knew she couldn't kill him; she would only lose her own life.
The wound on my shoulder is throbbing slightly.
Chu Changning's fingers, which were playing the zither, curled slightly, and his face turned pale.
She struggled to lift her eyes and looked in the man's direction, where she met his gaze.
Under the misty rain, his gaze toward her was indifferent, yet behind his dark eyes seemed to lie the excitement of hunting.
A chill ran down her spine.
What kind of look is that?!
"My lord, Yoruichi has returned."
"Bring it up."
Yoruichi respectfully approached, carrying a magnificent brocade box.
Yan Beimo took it, glanced at it, and suddenly looked at her sideways.
When Chu Changning was caught red-handed, he calmly lowered his head, concealing his inner shock.
The intricately carved brocade box was covered in blood; what was inside?
The thought had barely crossed her mind when suddenly, Yan Beimo casually tossed the brocade box towards her.
The bloody ear rolled out of the brocade box with a gurgling sound.
With a sharp "clang," the music abruptly stopped.
Chu Changning stared at the severed ear, his face turning deathly pale. Every pore on his body seemed to scream and roar, and he nearly cried out in alarm.
The black mole below the earlobe was extremely noticeable in the rain.
Her body trembled uncontrollably as she sat on the stool.
Yan Liangyu's ears.
It is Yan Liangyu.
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