The road from the west city gate back to Prince Qiao's Mansion was not short. The scene of the noble lady in red carrying the scarred man on her back attracted many people to stop and watch.
Walking slowly and with difficulty.
The three of them, like an ordinary family of three, were just taking the most ordinary way home, but because of their identities they became the laughing stock.
There is a constant stream of gossip in my ears, all of which is sarcastic and has nothing to do with me.
Some may speak ill of them with disgust, some may sneer and mock them cruelly, or some may stand by and watch calmly...
How many people would give their meager sympathy?
Zhang You looked at the faces of the people around him expressionlessly, and his heart gradually became numb.
The capital city.
Greed makes people's hearts intoxicated.
Even people stink.
Why save them?
Why protect them?
Why give up everything for them?
They don’t deserve…
Never worthy...
"It's disgusting, carrying something like this around in public."
"It's really funny. Such a beautiful girl is carrying a stinky guy on her back. Hahaha."
"Stop laughing... Isn't this a bad idea? They look like noble people, and we won't survive if we offend them."
"What are you afraid of? Who isn't powerful? Only poor scholars like you are afraid of these things!"
"Keep your voice down, that's Prince Qiao's mansion!"
"How is that possible?"
"That old man's jade pendant has a Qiao carved on it. Are you blind?"
"Hey! Could the one on his back be the last son of the Qiao family?"
"Stop talking now."
"What are you afraid of? His whole family is going to die, hahahaha."
“Hahahahahahaha.”
"How can you laugh at other people's suffering?"
"It's not mine, why can't I laugh?"
"Cause and effect are intertwined, and there will be a day when you will regret it!"
"Oh, at this point, it's still unclear who will live and who will die."
"But the Qiao Palace is truly miserable. Prince Qiao's descendants are all dead, leaving only two daughters. The Qiao Palace has no successors."
…
The gossip in your ears irritates your eardrums and is annoying.
It makes people lose the last bit of goodwill...
Zhang You withdrew his gaze and looked at Qiao Si and the others a few meters in front of him, and his heart calmed down a little.
They didn't argue with the group.
But it's all in vain...
Qiao Si...
Everyone in Prince Qiao's Mansion...
Something should be done...
Zhang You looked at Qiao Si's distraught back. She just mechanically carried Qiao San back, as if she were a machine without emotions.
Zhang You followed behind them, and there was a voice in his body clamoring for "revenge, revenge".
She didn't know whether it was right or wrong, and she didn't want to think about it anymore.
People like them should pay the price.
As for the consequences...
There will be a day when the dust settles...
Qiao Si carefully carried Qiao San back home and laid him down, personally wiping the blood off his body with clean water. Prince Qiao personally changed his clothes and bandaged his wounds. However, his face was damaged, and it was difficult to restore it...
Qiao Si found a mask in his room and put it on him. It was a perfect fit. He looked so peaceful in the mask, as if he was just asleep.
Qiao San was placed in a coffin in the center of the mourning hall. Within a day, the Qiao Palace had hung white banners and decorated the mourning hall.
Qiao Si stood beside Qiao San's coffin, reluctant to close it. She just stared at him quietly, tears streaming down her face as memories flooded back.
"elder brother……"
I called out softly, but there was no response.
The heavy coffin lid closed with a creaking sound that was particularly deafening in the silent mourning hall.
The heavy sound seemed to knock on the hearts of everyone standing before the coffin.
That night, only Qiao Si, Chunhua and Zhang You were keeping vigil in the mourning hall.
Since Qiao San was put into the coffin, Qiao Si has been kneeling in front of the coffin. He didn't cry or get angry, and his calmness was heartbreaking.
Prince Qiao was in poor health and vomited blood in anger after returning. Qiao Si was afraid that something might happen to him again, so he watched him drink a calming soup and sent someone to take good care of him before he stayed in the mourning hall, unwilling to leave.
It was already midnight, and Zhang You and the others switched shifts with Qiuyue and Dongmei, and stayed here with Qiao Si.
In the spring when the weather is still cold, even the nights are particularly cold and desolate.
The white lanterns at the door were flickering in the wind, and the shadows of the banners in the hall swayed, rolling up the unburned paper money in the brazier, illuminating Qiao Si's calm face and his strong, straight back.
Qiao Si stared at the fire in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking about, and was extremely quiet.
Chunhua watched the wind rising outside, worried that it would rain tonight. She lowered her head and whispered to Zhang You, "I'll go get a cloak for the princess. You stay here and watch."
Zhang You nodded gently, afraid to disturb the silence.
A rustling sound was heard, and everything returned to silence again. It took Qiao Si a long time to come back to his senses. He asked blankly, "What's wrong?"
The stunned look made Zhang You's heart tighten for no reason, so tightly that she could hardly breathe.
She walked over to Qiao Si, her movements gentle, and she knelt on the futon beside her, whispering, "It's Chunhua. It's a cold night, so she went to get you a cloak."
Qiao Si slowly raised his eyes and looked at her, as if waiting for her to speak.
Zhang You met her deep black eyes, and his eyes suddenly softened. She boldly reached out and patted her shoulder.
Qiao Si did not react, but just let her do what she wanted quietly.
After Zhang You finished taking the photo, he took out a letter and handed it to her with a firm look in his eyes.
"This is what you've always wanted."
The slow-witted Qiao Si's eyes suddenly lit up for a moment. She looked at Zhang You with confusion in her eyes.
It was like a silent question: "Why you? Why give it to me?"
Zhang You met her gaze and chuckled self-deprecatingly, "I used to be afraid you'd use it to hurt innocent people, and I didn't want to become an accomplice to their evil..." Her voice suddenly choked. After a pause, she continued, "In the end, I realized someone needed it more. I only hope you can make good use of it and avoid such separations and deaths."
Qiao Si looked at Zhang You and nodded deeply.
"You don't have to worry about why I know this, or whether I will leak it to others. All I want is stability and peace. I also believe in you, and you will definitely not let me down."
Zhang You looked at her seriously. She saw determination and hope in Qiao Si's eyes.
Many years ago, the explosion in Ling Village, which was like a bolt from the blue, saved Dingzhou and Prince Qiao's Mansion.
Qiao Si and his men naturally had suspicions and sent people to investigate.
However, after years of investigation, the truth has not been found, nor has such a powerful weapon been replicated.
They need something like this so badly.
During the past two years of recuperation, they lacked weapons like this, which had forced them to endure humiliation in the capital.
With them, her plan could be implemented quickly.
It's all coming to an end.
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