Chapter 59 The truth and revenge are finally over.
"The collaborator is someone else."
When Wen Ying heard this, she suddenly looked at Yan Jing. Looking at the raised corners of his lips, countless details surged in her mind.
Why did she subconsciously feel that the third prince was the real murderer?
Because Gao Xuan is closer to the third prince?
No, it's not just that...
Also, the rumors spread by the Third Prince, the countless crimes committed by Yan Jingjiao, and the assassins who attacked the Prince in the hunting ground all hinted that the Third Prince had a close relationship with Po.
She was deliberately misled.
Deliberately misled by Yan Jing.
Even if we say now that the Third Prince did not sell out his country, who would believe it?
With the complete downfall of the Third Prince, the positions of Yan Jing and the Crown Prince became as stable as a rock.
What a courage.
Who said that civil officials are all cowardly scholars? Every move Yan Jing made was like walking on a cliff. If he was not careful, he would be doomed.
The game was more exciting than her real hand-to-hand combat with guns and knives.
She was so shocked that she couldn't speak. After a while, she found her voice again: "But you and Wei Quan sued the Third Prince together. Isn't this considered deceiving the emperor?!"
Yan Jing couldn't help laughing when he saw Wen Ying's reaction. Just as he was about to explain, he saw a cold light piercing through the car curtain and speeding past!
"Enemy attack——!"
The well-trained soldiers immediately took a defensive stance and looked vigilantly in the direction where the arrow came from. They saw a black shadow flashing in the woods and going away into the distance.
A soldier walked quickly to the carriage and said in a deep voice, "General, Prime Minister, please give me your instructions."
"How dare you challenge me?" The female voice in the carriage sounded angry and she immediately ordered, "Send someone to chase him immediately. When they catch up, kill him on the spot and beat him to death with sticks."
The soldier was obviously stunned when he heard the order, and couldn't help but ask: "But..."
"Am I the general or are you the general? Why don't you do it?" Her tone left no room for doubt.
The soldier could not refute and could only nod and reply: "...Yes."
After saying that, he pointed a few people and quickly chased in the direction of the black shadow's escape, and wherever it passed, it turned into a wisp of breeze.
The sound of horse hooves gradually faded away, like the sound of drums. Wen Ying frowned, but she heard the man beside her still calmly: "Miss, do you want to guess?"
“Who is the real collaborator?”
"I guess I'll know soon." Wen Ying was alert to the movements around her, her hand already on the blade at her waist.
Just as he finished speaking, the rhythm of the swaying bamboo shadows suddenly went out of rhythm, and the birds among them seemed to be frightened by something and flew away in all directions, disarrayed and moving towards the dark sky.
Then countless ambush troops in tight uniforms appeared from all directions and surrounded the outnumbered army in an instant.
In order to achieve speed, Wen Ying only brought a few elite armored soldiers on this expedition, and sent another group of people to chase the illusory black shadow.
Faced with a number of people almost twice their own, the situation was overwhelmingly unfavorable.
"I didn't expect that you would be fooled so easily, and all my subsequent plans would fail."
Wen Ying's heart sank. She recognized the voice. It was the voice of the young man who sneaked into Gao's mansion that night and wanted to kill her without any explanation.
The bamboo forest was covered with frost, the wind was cold, and the heavy leaden clouds hung low, dyeing the sky a gloomy gray.
The horseshoes stepped on the bluestone slabs, the young man's hair fell down like a waterfall, his clothes were covered with frost that had not melted in the morning, and his face was as indifferent as his face.
Wherever he passed, the ambushers cleared a path for him until he reached the carriage, and said calmly:
"It's fine for a young girl who is inexperienced in worldly affairs to fall for a trick, but Yan Jing, would you also fall for such an obvious trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain?"
"Damn it." The woman in the carriage could not hide her impatience, "Who are you? I am the [General in Danger] appointed by His Majesty. You are blocking my way now. This is treason!"
"Treason?" The young man looked as if he had heard a great joke. He lowered his head and couldn't stop laughing. His shoulder blades rose and fell through his clothes like a butterfly fluttering its wings. "Does it matter whether I'm plotting a rebellion or not?"
"What do you mean? Who are you?" she asked again.
The young man's laughter gradually stopped, and his cheeks, which had turned red due to his emotional ups and downs, returned to their initial indifference.
He seemed to have lost his patience. He slowly raised his hand and pointed forward lazily: "Do it."
Only the sound of iron armor rubbing against metal could be heard, and the army's cavalry were on full alert, watching the enemy's movements.
But soon, everyone's faces turned dull.
The young man didn't see the people behind him following the order to attack, and he couldn't help but frowned and wanted to turn around to see what was going on, but a sharp weapon pressed against his waist: "Don't move, Your Highness the Fifth Prince, be careful of the sword's blindness, and hurt your precious body."
The cold light of the sharp blade reflected on the man's left eye, making the deep black pupil look like obsidian. Yan Jing rode on his horse and pointed his sword at the royal family in front of him. Half of the nearly one hundred ambushes behind him took off their veils and pointed their weapons at their "comrades-in-arms" from the previous moment.
It turned out that it was Yan Jing's undercover agent who was planted in the fifth prince's team.
The Fifth Prince Hua Yangping's identity was exposed, but he was not as excited as the Third Prince. He still said calmly: "When did you insert your people in?"
"It happened much earlier than you thought." Yan Jing used a little more force, and the blade of the sword slightly pierced into the young man's brocade clothes. "I never thought that you would be fooled so easily, and you didn't realize it until now, which made my subsequent plans fall through."
Familiar words coming out of other people's mouths are full of irony.
Hua Yangping was not annoyed, and asked another question: "Since you already knew it, why did you hand in the blood letter saying that the collaborator was Hua Chengce? Isn't this deceiving the emperor?"
Unexpectedly, Yan Jing was not panicked when he heard this. Instead, he curled up the corners of his lips and said with a smile: "Your Highness has the answer in your mind, why do you want to humiliate yourself?"
After he finished speaking, Hua Yangping fell silent, as if he had nothing to say.
By putting the blame of treason on the Third Prince, the biggest threat to the Crown Prince could be eliminated.
And the fifth prince had never been expected.
To put it bluntly, the benefits of exposing the truth are not as valuable as throwing mud.
What's more, the third prince himself was happy to use the strategy of "throwing dirty water" to give others a taste of their own medicine, which can be said to be a worthy death.
Just when Yan Jing was about to step forward to tie up Hua Yangping and take him back, something strange happened!
Hua Yangping exerted force on his legs and jumped up from the horse's back, allowing the sword blade that was too close to draw a long bloody mark on his lower back. He drew the long knife at his waist and cut towards the carriage.
The powerful sword energy ran across the carriage, cutting a crack in the middle!
Everything happened in a flash, and everyone was stunned. They never thought that the Fifth Prince, who was known for his mediocrity, had such martial arts skills.
Perhaps, this martial art did not originally belong to him.
After Hua Yangping used all his strength to make this cut, he immediately spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground with a pale face.
Once you take the [Tongxue Pill] made by the Goddess, you can unleash your potential and break through the limits of martial arts by practicing it, but it will then temporarily paralyze the user's nerves.
The effect varies from person to person, and generally lasts for an hour.
To be on the safe side, Hua Yangping took the pill before entering the bamboo forest.
But at this moment, using all his strength to swing this earth-shattering sword is already the limit.
Talent is truly an insurmountable mountain.
But it was enough. No one in the carriage could dodge this sword, and if they didn't die, they would be seriously injured.
The time it takes for Wen Ying to recover from his injuries and re-elect generals is enough for Qi Po to break through the border.
Thinking of this, Hua Yangping couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips.
Yan Jing, a child of destiny, so what? He still won this round...
"Chun Tao?!" Wen Ying's voice sounded from behind, causing Hua Yangping's pupils to shrink suddenly.
The girl galloped to the front of the carriage, jumped down and ran into the curtain, instantly destroying all his hopes.
"You are so stubborn. Can't you just stay where you are?" Yan Jing's sigh came from far away. Hua Yangping looked up blankly and saw the faint smile at the corner of his mouth and the bright light in his eyes.
"Your Highness, will you fall for such an obvious trick?"
From the very beginning, Yan Jing and Wen Ying did not get into the carriage.
Hua Yangping's attack with all his strength did not reach Wen Ying, and this time he lost everything.
"Talent and luck... Yan Jing, how can you have everything?" Hua Yangping wanted to laugh at himself, but the blood and phlegm stuck in his throat made him cough continuously.
Yan Jing knelt on one knee and nodded gracefully. He looked at the Fifth Prince lying on the ground in a mess and chuckled, "Luck? I don't have any luck. Your Highness, the so-called luck is nothing more than hard work that no one knows about."
"What are you talking about? You, a bastard, have the resources and status you have today because..." Hua Yangping paused, and then he smiled. "I see, the bright and clear 'unparalleled gentleman' huh?"
Yan Jing said nothing, but just looked up at the carriage. The curtains blown up by the breeze revealed the girl's stunning profile, which made him curl the corners of his lips involuntarily.
He had indeed seen a person who was as bright as the moon and as brilliant as the sun.
It's not him, but he's so close.
After Wen Ying lifted the car curtain, the first thing she saw was the dark red color that had seeped through the car carpet. Her heart suddenly sank, and she slowly looked inside the car, but did not see the expected figure.
The girl who looked exactly like Wen Ying was wearing silver armor, holding a green stick in her left hand and covering the wound on her waist that was bleeding with her right hand. The moment she saw Wen Ying, she just smiled palely and said with a weak breath: "Sister Wen, is this considered... an agreement..."
Before the last sound faded away, she fell straight forward, but fell into the arms of someone who came forward in time to catch her.
"Forgive...me."
Wen Ying looked at the girl in her arms and was speechless for a long time.
Why you? Why are you here? Why are you wearing her face and getting hurt for her?
Did you know that she played a role in your father's death?
But in the end, all the words were stuck in my throat and turned into one sentence: "I will help you heal your wounds."
The snow that had not fallen for a long time finally fell.
"Take me back and detain me." Hua Yangping finally admitted defeat and lay on the ground motionless.
He knew his fate. Although the emperor was guilty of the same crime as the common people, his fate would be the same as Hua Chengce, who would be detained, imprisoned and tried. At worst, he would be demoted to a commoner and exiled to Lingnan.
"Detained? Your Highness seems to be unclear about his own outcome." Pure white snowflakes fell in Yan Jing's eyes. He slowly lowered his eyes and looked back at Hua Yangping.
Hua Yangping was stunned and slowly raised his eyes: "What do you mean?"
"Didn't you ask me about the blood letter?" Yan Jing smiled, but his eyes were unusually cold. "Your Highness, a loyal minister will not deceive the king."
Hua Yangping froze, looking at Yan Jing in disbelief, his voice trembling: "What do you mean? No, this is impossible!"
Could it be that...his name was on the blood letter that Father received? Was it just a show that Yan Jing staged to get him to let down his guard?
It takes so much trouble, but they don’t confiscate it.
Then his ending...will only be more miserable than exile.
"Your Highness, only those who work hard for their country's people can be kings." Yan Jing slowly stood up and said condescendingly, "Pass the order down, the leader of the traitors who colluded with the enemy has been executed."
"No! You can't do this to me! I'm the fifth prince of Dahua! I'm the emperor's child!" Hua Yangping wanted to struggle, but because of the effect of the drug, his whole body was paralyzed and he couldn't move, and his hands and feet were easily grabbed by the soldiers.
"Fifth Prince? That's strange."
The silver-white sword blade seemed to be made of falling snow, and the cold light dyed the frosty black eyes into a light color. Yan Jing's lips moved, and his tone was flat: "Your Highness the Fifth Prince, hasn't he been staying in the palace to recuperate?"
This sentence blocked all of Hua Yangping's arguments.
Looking at Yan Jing's back as he turned and left, he suddenly understood why he had not been discovered to be collaborating with the enemy for so many years.
He thought that Yan Jing's civil officials were incompetent, but it turned out that they had already known what he had done and were just waiting to exploit all his value and then hand him over at the best time.
He thought he was stirring up trouble and had everyone in his control.
In reality, he was a pawn who knew nothing, a small link in their party struggle, and a complete clown.
His layout and calculations were all within the expectations of Hua Chengce and Yan Jing, and they even used him to achieve their own goals.
From beginning to end, he was the only one who was kept in the dark.
The knife flashed by, bright colors splashed, and landed on the corner of Yan Jing's silver-white clothes.
He frowned slightly, swung his sword to cut off the stained corner of his clothes, and threw it casually into the snow.
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