When news of King Qi's death arrived, Jin Minghe was in the palace, ostensibly searching for medicine but actually spying. His purpose in coming here was to find a map of the Great Yan Kingdom's border defenses. He had gone to great lengths and spent a great deal of manpower and resources on this task, suffering heavy losses. To be on the safe side, he even disguised himself and went to the Great Yan Kingdom's palace.
You must know that he is a prince of the Great Jing Kingdom. If he were captured, he would likely become a prisoner, which would bring shame upon the Great Jing Kingdom and even force it to make concessions in the conflict between the two countries.
This essentially eliminated his chances of ascending the throne. After all, what right did a prince who was a prisoner of another country and whose reputation was ruined have to be qualified?
The greater the risk, the greater the reward. If he can obtain the border defense map of the Great Yan Kingdom, the Great Jing Kingdom will have an advantage in future wars, and conquering the world will not be a pipe dream, but a future within reach.
The ambitions of the ancestors of the Great Jing Kingdom over the past century will be realized in his hands. Compared to that, this danger is nothing.
Jin Minghe had been planning for a long time, considering almost every possible scenario and devising solutions for all sorts of situations. Yet, the current situation was still beyond his expectations, something he had never even considered.
"We have been ordered by the Queen to arrest Li Ning and his disciples." The tall and burly captain of the guard, clad in armor that gleamed coldly in the moonlight, had a grim expression on his face. The soldiers behind him immediately stepped forward to apprehend them.
"Run!" Jin Minghe's expression changed, thinking that his identity had been exposed. He quickly grabbed Helan Wuxia beside him, drew the soft sword from his waist, and rushed forward.
The imperial palace was not a place one could simply break into; its defenses were extremely tight. Even with Jin Ming's superior martial arts skills, he still suffered greatly from the sheer number of people, sustaining multiple stab wounds, the most serious being a penetrating wound to the abdomen, which was covered in blood and looked horrifying.
Even though Helan Wuxia was used to hunting and bloodshed, she was still terrified and cried so hard that her makeup was ruined, clutching Jin Minghe's stomach.
The guards dressed in black blocked the palace guards at the gate, and the two men helped each other escape from the palace. Jin Minghe knew that he would be relentlessly pursued unless he escaped the Great Yan Kingdom, otherwise he would face endless hunting.
"Let's...find a safe place first." Jin Minghe spoke intermittently, barely breathing. Time was of the essence, and his body was limited, so Jin Minghe didn't have time to explain much. He could only leave the rest to Helan Wuxia to handle herself, and then he drifted off to sleep.
In a foreign land, Helan Wuxia could only think of her own sister, Wuyou. She carried Jinminghe on her back and ran to the Qi Prince's mansion, only to see a large number of white sails flying and a chorus of weeping.
At this moment, a magnificent carriage arrived and stopped at the gate of the Prince's Mansion. A woman dressed in a snow-white white gown, with a haggard face and tears streaming down her face, stepped down from the carriage. Behind her was a tall man dressed in black. The two of them helped each other into the Prince's Mansion.
Could it be that King Qi of Yan is dead? Helan Wuxia was so frightened that his heart pounded. He pressed himself tightly against the cold wall to barely suppress his rapidly rising body temperature. He recognized the two people—the King and Queen of the Great Yan Kingdom. Looking at their sorrowful faces and recalling their previous actions, he could only think of the King of Qi.
How could that be? He had only used some drugs that prematurely depleted his mental energy. The effects would only appear after some time, and it wouldn't kill him. How could he have suddenly died?
Helan Wuxia could never understand why things had come to this. He had not only harmed his beloved, but also unintentionally killed his own brother-in-law, leaving his sister a widow.
Panic and confusion gripped her, and Helan Wuxia slowly slid down the corner of the wall, pressing herself against the cold surface. Her thoughts were in disarray, and she felt a pang of self-reproach.
He didn't do it on purpose, he really didn't do it on purpose. He only thought he would weaken the chess king for a while. He never intended to kill him or harm his own sister. He really didn't mean it.
It makes sense that the guards suddenly arrested the two of them. They were the culprits who killed the King of Qi, so of course they couldn't be let go. If they were caught, it wouldn't be much better than their identities being discovered.
"Cough cough..." The deep cough of the man next to her drifted into Helan Wuxia's ears on the night breeze, clearing her confused mind.
No, he can't leave Ahe here. He's seriously injured and can't afford to catch a cold. They're still being hunted by the Great Yan Kingdom; they absolutely can't be exposed. She not only harmed her sister but also Ahe. She absolutely cannot let anything happen to Ahe.
We'll talk about my sister's situation later. She needs to save both of their lives first before we can discuss the future and make amends to her sister.
Helan Wuxia's eyes shone brightly, outshining even the stars in the dark night sky, as she helped Jin Minghe disappear into the dark street.
Meanwhile, the Queen and her husband had already seen their son's body. Seeing his pale, cold face, the Queen wept even harder, almost fainting. The King remained calmer; perhaps women are naturally more emotional than men, and besides, the King had long harbored resentment towards Yan Qi and disliked his dissolute ways. He was saddened, but not as deeply.
"Mother, please accept my condolences. If the Prince knew in the afterlife, he would not be able to bear your grief." Dressed in white, Wuyou supported the Queen and kept comforting her, her face also showing a forced expression of sorrow, though her expression was not much better than the Queen's.
"I, the Queen, will tear the person who harmed Aqi to pieces. That Ziyan, drag her out and behead her!" The Queen fiercely tugged at the handkerchief in her hand, her eyes filled with undisguised ruthlessness, almost tangible. The pain of losing a child was beyond the comprehension of others; the agony of a parent outliving their child was something she would make that person pay tenfold.
"From now on, this vast Qi Prince's Mansion will only be able to be maintained by you, Wuyou." The King had more on his mind. His son was dead, so he couldn't take back the mansion. Wuyou was already the Princess Consort of Great Yan, so he couldn't send her back. Besides, she was supposed to remain chaste for his son.
It's a pity that his philandering son didn't leave any offspring; otherwise, he could have been registered under the princess's name as her legitimate son and inherited the throne of Qi in the future.
"Your Majesty, I will certainly guard the Prince Qi's residence well. However, I am worried that after Your Majesty's death, there will be no one to offer sacrifices and no one to inherit the residence." Wuyou bowed respectfully, her every word impeccable, her brows slightly furrowed, her face showing a conflicted expression.
“Wuyou, what you said is also true. Aqi can’t be left without anyone to support him in the future. You also need a child to keep you company.” The Queen was a woman and understood women’s thoughts better. Her words were indeed well said.
"In this way, since A-Ling's concubine recently gave birth to a son, we will adopt the child into your family so that you will have a son and the throne of King Qi will have an heir. What does Your Majesty think?" The Queen knew her son's inner quarters very well and came up with this idea after thinking for a while.
"That's excellent." The king thought it was very good and nodded in agreement.
"Thank you for your care, Mother." Thus, the child named Yanxia became Wuyou's son, and a bond of mother and son was formed.
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