Xie Shizhu came out of the bath, quickly put on his inner clothes, and let his black hair hang down to his waist.
Qi Zian's smile was very strange. He looked Xie Shizhu up and down, his eyes moved to the kiss marks on the woman's neck, and the mocking smile on his face became more intense.
Xie Shizhu took a few steps back and held the dagger hidden behind the curtain in his palm.
Qi Zian said, "Queen, you make love with the Emperor every night. But when he holds you in his arms, all he thinks about is how to attack the Northern Desert. How is this any different from a traitor?"
As he spoke, he admired Xie Shizhu's expression.
Wanted to see the pain on her face.
What a pity, Xie Shizhu had a blank expression on his face, without any fluctuation at all.
This surprised Qi Zian very much.
He waited quietly for the woman to speak. After a few seconds, Xie Shizhu suddenly asked, "When the Minister of Revenue was paraded through the streets, was it you who killed him?"
Qi Zian didn't expect that she would ask such a question at such a desperate moment.
"Yes," Qi Zian did not deny it, and laughed sarcastically, "That old man actually wanted to drag me into this..."
Qi Zian paused and continued, "However, what surprised me was that the Crown Prince actually concealed your identity. If I hadn't overheard him revealing your identity as a spy, I probably wouldn't have noticed."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Shizhu immediately understood that it was he who had informed on the secret.
Xie Shizhu remained silent and stared at him quietly.
Qi Zian sneered coldly: "Song Yan is more cruel than me. You don't think he loves you, do you? What he loves is always Jiangshan."
Suddenly, there was a commotion outside, and dense crowds of guards rushed in from the windows and doors and surrounded him.
Song Yan, wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, walked in slowly. His gaze stayed on Xie Shizhu's face for a few seconds, then moved to Qi Zian.
The corners of his lips curled slightly, and his extremely gentle voice uttered the cruelest words: "The Left Censor-in-Chief, as a fugitive, assassinated the Left Prime Minister. I now order the execution of the Left Censor-in-Chief."
After he finished speaking, he stretched out his slender arms, pulled Xie Shizhu into his arms, and calmly carried her out of the bathtub.
Xie Shizhu quickly threw the dagger in his hand aside.
Qi Zian's desperate and angry voice came from behind: "Xie Shizhu, he can destroy the bridge after crossing the river and kill the people who helped him ascend the throne, let alone you."
Finally, the guards held Qi Zian down and sent him on his final journey without hesitation.
When Qi Zian's voice fell, the man's hand on Xie Shizhu's waist froze slightly.
*
Back in the hall, Song Yan's heart was beating fast, as if he was afraid that she would hear or know something.
He hugged Xie Shizhu with greater force than ever before, strangling Xie Shizhu so that he couldn't breathe.
Xie Shizhu smiled lightly and said, "What's wrong with you?"
Seeing that she was fine, Song Yan's tense body relaxed instantly, and he held her face and kissed her.
After a moment, Xie Shizhu pushed him away and asked with a smile: "Your Majesty, didn't you promise me that you would obey me in everything?"
Song Yan was slightly startled, then nodded under the woman's gaze, "Yeah."
Xie Shizhu smiled and said, "Then let me go."
Song Yan's eyes darkened, and his breathing seemed to stagnate: "What did you say?"
Xie Shizhu repeated: "Let me go back to Beimo."
Song Yan smiled and asked gently, "Shi Jin, do you want to go back? I'll take you back to Beimo in a few days."
Xie Shizhu took a deep breath and said, "After the divorce, there will be no involvement between Beimo and Yanguo. If nothing unexpected happens, we will meet again."
She paused, "But on the battlefield, Your Majesty, didn't you say you would listen to me?"
Song Yan suppressed his smile, his eyes and brows turned frighteningly cold.
After a long while, he said, "Okay."
Just as Xie Shizhu was about to turn around, Song Yan hugged her from behind and said in a trembling voice, "Shi Jin, can you promise me one thing?"
"I promise." She nodded almost without hesitation.
Song Yan pulled her body in front of him, lowered his eyes to gaze at her face, and whispered, "Can we dance Bei Mo's dance again?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Shizhu was stunned, as if he couldn't believe that he would make this request.
Song Yan held her waist tightly and said, "Just dance for me this time."
As if afraid that she would not agree, Song Yan stared at her closely, and his usually gentle eyes now seemed to be filled with only begging.
Xie Shizhu stood on tiptoe and gently kissed the corner of his lips, whispering, "Okay, wait for me a moment."
After saying this, she rummaged through her dowry in a small room in the hall.
There was a piece of clothing inside, a red gauze skirt, which was exactly the same clothing she wore when she came to Yanguo.
This was sewn by my mother herself stitch by stitch.
When the marriage was made, her mother hugged her and said, "My daughter, as long as you can find happiness, don't give up a marriage just because of Beimo."
However, for the original owner, the safety of Beimo is her happiness.
She liked Song Yan, but compared to Bei Mo, it was just liking him.
Just like Song Yan, in his heart, the country is more important than anything else.
She wasn't uncomfortable.
I thought I didn’t feel bad, but my eyes suddenly became wet and tears fell down.
The system pondered for a moment, then asked curiously, "Host, after experiencing so many worlds, have you only ever liked Song Yan?"
Xie Shizhu stopped crying and said, "Not really, I like them all."
The system rolled its eyes.
Xie Shizhu changed into a red gauze dress while communicating with the system: "Although I pay close attention to each of them, I feel that they are all very similar. I have an inexplicable feeling that they may be the same person."
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