Chapter 2: Counterattack and Reunion with Old Friends
How much trouble this name will bring is still unknown, but Shang Yuwan wants to let those who framed her father behind the scenes know, and also want to let the person sitting on the throne know - not everyone believes that Shang Junhu is a traitor!
Of course, Shang Yuwan is not reckless. The Shang Mingqi she protected in her previous life was her uncle's child. He was currently learning martial arts in Baijia Building. If his crime was ever exposed one day, she could use this name to help him shield himself from more attacks.
"Hehe..." A dull chuckle entered Shang Yuwan's ears.
"What a coincidence! I actually have such a connection with Princess Qi."
Shang Yuwan was stunned for a moment, then reacted.
Yes, she almost forgot that she and King Qi had worshipped heaven and earth in her previous life.
The incident happened suddenly at that time. She only had time to stuff the divorce letter she had written in advance into Prince Qi's arms and rushed to the palace to ask for an audience with the emperor. However, according to rumors outside... Why didn't Prince Qi tell the world about their divorce?
"Calculating the time, they should be back by the time we finish this game of chess."
The poster changed the subject, but Shang Yuwan was not going to let him off easily after repeated attempts.
"Why do you insist on letting the Fifth Princess take that seat? From what I know, the Fifth Princess has traveled throughout Dayu since she was a child. Although she has some concern for the people, she has absolutely no ambition to rule the country, let alone usurp her father's throne. Furthermore, she is a woman."
Shang Yuwan asked casually, raised his head and looked at the poster.
"I have no objection to our deal, but I don't know why you insist on that outcome. I'm also very curious."
"In the more than two hundred years since the founding of Dayu, there has never been a royal woman who ascended the throne."
The throne of Dayu was always inherited by the eldest son, but Emperor Chengming was short-lived, having only two sons and one daughter. The eldest prince, Xiao Qingxu, was disfigured and blinded in his left eye during a hunting competition at the age of eleven, and was thus deprived of the throne. He was eventually granted the title of Prince of Qi. Emperor Chengming, having suffered a serious illness during his youth fighting wars, was unable to have children, and the throne thus fell to the second prince, Xiao Qingji, who entered the Eastern Palace.
Shang Yuwan tilted his head to the left with a calm expression.
"The fifth princess, Xiao Qinggu's biological mother, was only a noblewoman, and her maternal family wasn't of high status either. Emperor Chengming certainly didn't value his only daughter, otherwise he wouldn't have ignored her while she spent every day outside with the common people, carrying a hoe and learning to grow vegetables."
The white chess piece in her hand also stopped, and she supported her chin with one hand.
"Owner, why are you so optimistic about the Fifth Princess?"
The host said nothing, but just signaled her to make the next move.
The two men were in a stalemate for a while, and finally he was defeated and was outmaneuvered.
"I spoke too much, I owe you an apology."
As he was about to stand up, Shang Yuwan stopped him: "No need."
"If someone sees me later, won't Ji Suxian accuse me of bullying a patient?"
Shang Yuwan gestured for him to sit down, and the man sat down obediently.
"Your men can't find out my background, so you can only try to deal with me and test me yourself. I understand."
Shang Yuwan reached out and picked up the teapot to pour himself a cup of tea. His mouth was almost dry and chapped from talking so much.
After taking a sip of tea to moisten her throat, she continued, "I was just asking casually, don't be nervous. You help me overturn the Shang family's case, and I'll help you secretly assist the Fifth Princess in ascending the throne. We each get what we need. I'm not interested in Baijialou, and I won't do anything unnecessary or ask unnecessary questions."
When the words "not interested" entered his ears, the host's movements became a little slow.
"I won't ask anymore."
Shang Yuwan didn't care. No matter how many questions she asked, she only had one explanation: she forgot, she was repaying a favor, it was a coincidence.
She raised her hand and placed the white chess piece, then opened a crack in the curtain and looked out the window.
"You're right. Judging by the time, they should be here soon."
There was a loud thunder in the night sky, deep and muffled, not much noise, but it made the rain even heavier.
She frowned unconsciously.
Twelve was her personal maid in her previous life. They grew up together and were as close as sisters.
She knew that Twelve was quite capable, but she was also worried about other accidents. Moreover, she had not revealed her identity to Twelve, and in Twelve's heart, she was still a dead person... After her death, Twelve became more taciturn than before.
At this time, in Zhenxi Mansion, Zhang Jiuquan was drunk with a red face and had just been carried back to the bedroom.
Zhang Jiuquan was at the peak of his career, with many people rushing to treat him to drinks and give him beautiful concubines. He had a very smooth life over the past six months.
The servant helped him take off his shoes, socks and outer clothes, helped him lie down, extinguished the lamp, and quietly left.
Zhang Jiuquan smacked his lips, twisted his body unconsciously, and finally lay crookedly, falling asleep in an extremely funny posture.
“Boom!”
A loud thunder woke Zhang Jiuquan from his sleep.
…It turned out to be just thunder. Is it still raining?
Before Zhang Jiuquan could fully come to his senses, he reached out and touched his face.
Sweating profusely, all cold sweat.
Zhang Jiuquan took a deep breath.
He has hated thunderstorms since last June.
When a thunderstorm comes, it is impossible to sleep!
“Boom!”
There was another thunder, and Zhang Jiuquan suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
Thunder roared continuously, a flash of light suddenly appeared, and a figure flickered in and out. Who was that figure?!
He turned his head suddenly, and saw a familiar figure and a face that frightened him immensely!
The man was soaked all over and stood quietly ten steps away from Zhang Jiuquan. He was five feet eight inches tall and dressed in the uniform of the Zhenxi Army. He held a long sword in each hand and had three shallow scratch scars on his right temple.
Zhang Jiuquan's pupils shrank into two points, and the voice of shouting was stuck in his throat and couldn't come out.
"Long time no see, Brother Zhang."
What a drunkard! He made them wait for so long!
The man's voice was very low and hoarse, as if he had cried heart-wrenchingly not long ago. The raindrops from the long knife in his hand slid down the blade, and it was icy cold and bone-chilling.
The cold light from the blade reflected on Zhang Jiuquan's pale face, and his expression of fear and trepidation was clearly visible.
He's still alive? Alive! What's the difference between this and the evil spirits from the underworld crawling up to take my life!
He tilted his head, grinning as he always did, "Aren't you happy to see an old friend again, Brother Zhang?"
Zhang Jiuquan's attention was focused on the "old friend" who was not sure whether he was a human or a ghost. He was completely unaware that there were dozens of pairs of eyes outside secretly watching everything that happened in the bedroom.
After three breaths, the corners of that person's mouth gradually drooped, and he seemed very disappointed.
"It seems that Brother Zhang doesn't want to see me."
“…Come, come…” Zhang Jiuquan’s voice finally loosened.
"Someone come quickly! Aa ...
It's time.
Seeing a large number of soldiers rushing here with torches, Twelve, who was hiding outside, made gestures with her hands behind her back, and several men in black followed her straight to the study. The rest of the people continued to stay where they were and monitor, waiting for Twelve to get hold of them and then help "Yang Qianmo" escape.
Twelve was guarding outside. Bai Xiaoye, as Shang Mingqi's master, followed him into the study to search. Watching the child's familiar movements, he fell silent.
Although Twelve was most familiar with Zhenxi Mansion and informed Qi'er of the furnishings in his study before the action, wasn't this a bit too familiar?
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