Chapter 141: Life Story (Script 11)
Xiao Ziche "woke up" at the right moment.
He pretended to open his eyes with difficulty. The nine-clawed golden dragon on the bright yellow tent ceiling gleamed brightly in the candlelight - the dragon bed in the emperor's bedroom was exactly where it was planned to be.
"woke up?"
There was a smile in Su Yanzhi's voice that only Xiao Ziche could hear.
He turned around and saw the young emperor sitting with his back to the candlelight, the short knife in his hand was twirling seven different ways between his fingers - this was the technique that Xiao Ziche had taught him personally when they were sparring in the warm room last winter night.
"His Majesty……"
Xiao Ziche pretended to stand up and salute Su Yanzhi.
"No need to be so polite, Your Majesty."
Su Yanzhi lifted Xiao Ziche's chin with a dagger.
The two smiled at each other.
Three partridge calls were heard outside the window.
Su Yanzhi then suppressed his smile and said in a calm voice, "Come in."
Before he finished speaking, Mo Ye was already kneeling in front of the couch like a ghost.
"Your Majesty, all six ministers have confessed."
The bamboo slips presented by Mo Ye were wrapped three times with red rope.
When Su Yanzhi took the bamboo slips, he tapped the specific position three times with his fingertips, and Mo Ye immediately nodded imperceptibly and retreated.
Su Yanzhi was just about to say something to Xiao Ziche when he suddenly heard hurried footsteps outside the bedroom.
Su Yanzhi's eyes were slightly stern.
The person who came in was Zhao Ran, the commander-in-chief of the imperial guards.
He looked at the Regent lying on the hospital bed and immediately knelt down and cried bitterly, his voice filled with sorrow: "This humble official deserves death. I failed to protect Your Majesty and the Regent..."
A hint of sarcasm flashed in Su Yanzhi's eyes.
"Damn it."
A sinister smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he looked at the kneeling man with a bad face: "In consideration of your many years of defending the country, white silk, poison, dagger, choose for yourself..."
Zhao Ran raised his head in disbelief: "Your Majesty!"
Su Yanzhi lightly threw down a booklet.
The book detailed the evidence of Zhao Ran's affair with the remnants of the previous dynasty. Zhao Ran saw many familiar names on the book, and his face became increasingly pale. "Your Majesty... I... I am innocent..."
Unjust?
Su Yanzhi didn't want to waste time talking to him, so he directly stabbed the dagger in his hand into Zhao Ran's chest.
"I'll choose for you."
Zhao Ran couldn't believe it until his death that he died at the hands of the third prince, who was once the least favored.
The bedroom became quiet.
"That snowy night ten years ago..."
Su Yanzhi gently untied the bandage on Xiao Ziche's chest: "When you said you would accompany me to act out this scene, you didn't say it would take this long."
…
On a snowy night ten years ago, Su Yanzhi was punished to kneel in the ancestral hall.
Xiao Ziche appeared in front of him with freshly baked dim sum and invited him with a smile, "Young Prince, would you like to cooperate with me?"
Su Yanzhi looked at Xiao Ziche warily.
Xiao Ziche did not urge Su Yanzhi. He just took out a sweet-scented osmanthus cake, put it in his mouth and tasted it, and said in a deliberately exaggerated tone: "It smells so good."
At that time, Su Yanzhi had been hungry for many days.
In the end, he couldn't resist the temptation of the osmanthus cake. He took the osmanthus cake from Xiao Ziche's hand, stuffed it into his mouth, and began to eat it voraciously.
When he ate the fourth sweet-scented osmanthus cake, Su Yanzhi's throat was accidentally stuck by the sweet-scented osmanthus cake. He desperately slapped his chest with his hands...
Xiao Ziche handed Su Yan a glass of water.
He looked at the thin Su Yanzhi, and a hint of pity flashed in his eyes.
Su Yanzhi did not miss the emotion in Xiao Ziche's eyes.
Perhaps because he had been treated coldly since childhood, Su Yanzhi had learned to "read people's expressions" early on. He could sense that Xiao Ziche had no ill will towards him, so his vigilance gradually subsided: "...What do you mean by cooperation?"
From that day on, the two reached a cooperation.
Su Yanzhi was responsible for playing the cowardly, timid, humble and unpopular third prince, allowing others to place their hopes of winning the throne on the eldest prince and the second prince, while Xiao Ziche was responsible for expanding his own power step by step and being Su Yanzhi's strongest backing.
…
Thinking of what happened in the past, Xiao Ziche chuckled and held Su Yanzhi's wrist: "Your Majesty did a good job."
Su Yanzhi rarely received praise from Xiao Ziche.
The young emperor's beautiful eyes curved, and he moved closer to Xiao Ziche: "Since I've done so well, can you tell me about my life story?"
When the eldest prince and the second prince called Su Yanzhi a "bastard" before, Xiao Ziche told him not to take their words to heart. Xiao Ziche said that his life experience was not that simple and he would tell him when the time was right.
Su Yanzhi has been waiting until today.
A hint of hesitation flashed across Xiao Ziche's face.
"Brother Ziche..."
Su Yanzhi pulled his wrist and acted coquettishly: "Just tell me."
Xiao Ziche's Adam's apple moved slightly.
He lowered his eyes and looked at Su Yanzhi, whose eyebrows and eyes had grown, and a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes.
Just when Su Yanzhi thought he had failed again, Xiao Ziche suddenly whispered, "Your biological father is Xiao Yan."
Hearing this familiar yet unfamiliar name, Su Yanzhi's pupils shrank slightly.
"...Prince of the previous dynasty?"
"Um."
Xiao Ziche tried his best to keep his tone calm, but his trembling hands still revealed his emotions: "The person I was paying homage to at the mass grave yesterday was also him."
Although letting Su Yanzhi follow him was part of the plan, Xiao Ziche's worship of Xiao Yan came from the heart.
Xiao Yan, Xiao Ziche...
"you……"
Su Yanzhi had doubts about Xiao Ziche's identity, but he had never found the time to verify it.
"He is my adopted brother."
Xiao Ziche's thoughts went back to twenty years ago.
When Xiao Yan saw Xiao Ziche being bullied by a beggar, he kindly took him back to the Prince's Mansion, gave him a name, and accepted him as his sworn brother.
They are called "sworn brothers", but there is a twenty-year age difference between them. Xiao Ziche is only five years younger than the baby in the Crown Princess's womb.
Xiao Ziche will never forget the look of Xiao Yan reaching out to him.
From that day on, Xiao Ziche silently swore in his heart that he would give everything for Xiao Yan.
…
Su Yanzhi's breathing was slightly stagnant.
"So... I... I am... the former dynasty..."
He tried his best to wipe out the remnants of the previous dynasty, but in the end...
"His Majesty."
Sensing the collapse in Su Yanzhi's words, Xiao Ziche held his fingers and gently soothed him, "Even if they knew your identity, they wouldn't help you from the bottom of their hearts."
Xiao Ziche had been dealing with that group of people for such a long time, so he naturally knew what the previous dynasty's imperial teacher was planning. They said they wanted to "restore the country", but in fact they were secretly coveting the throne.
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