Taking advantage of the situation
In the misty rain, in the sparsely populated streets, three people stood facing each other.
My sleeves were stained with raindrops, and my hair stuck to my cheeks, which was quite uncomfortable.
Qi Qinghe looked up and down at the person in front of him.
The emerald green brocade robe is as delicate as bamboo and jade, the smiling face is friendly and gentle, the figure is tall, and she is holding an ink-painted oil-paper umbrella.
She vaguely remembered that she had seen this person in the prince's study in the past. Except that he had nothing in his hands, he was not like before, waving a folding fan, and he looked exactly the same.
However, although we met once, I didn't even know his name.
"Thank you for telling me, sir," Qi Qinghe smiled, glanced at Qin Song, walked past him slowly, and looked particularly relaxed.
He didn't look like he had just captured a relative, nor did he seem worried about his hurried little sister.
Qi Qingyu was just soft-hearted for the moment and didn't want to give up. If Qi Lin refused to repent, she would probably give up the idea.
Qin Song took half a step away and followed the empress out.
The moment they passed each other, Fu Jingxuan smiled suddenly, and her voice suddenly turned cold, "Since you are here, why are you in such a hurry to leave, Your Majesty?"
As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of black-clothed and masked assassins holding sharp weapons suddenly rushed out from both sides of the deserted streets.
The clothes and sleeve patterns were exactly the same as those of the assassins who rescued the prisoners when they returned to Beijing.
Qin Song secretly thought that something was wrong. He quickly stepped forward, drew his sword, and blocked the Empress. He frowned and said, "In the capital, under the feet of the Emperor, you actually want to assassinate me?"
Qi Qinghe stepped back slightly, his eyes sweeping over these assassins. His face was ashen, his teeth chattering, as if he was completely panicked by this sudden change. "His Highness has treated you well, yet you colluded with these people and attempted to murder the Crown Prince. How can you be worthy of His Highness?"
Fu Jingxuan was silent for a moment, his eyes as cold as frost, without a trace of affection, "Ayuan is gone."
"I don't understand. Your Majesty clearly knows about this, yet she acts as if nothing happened, showing no mercy at all."
Fu Jingxuan's questioning echoed in the streets where the drizzle was falling.
Qin Song had a solemn expression, holding his sword across his chest. He remained motionless despite the beating of the rain, facing the swords of these men in black.
The sharp swords gleamed in the rain, and the atmosphere was as tense as a string.
Qi Qinghe looked at him through the heavy rain and chuckled, "Why should I have pity?"
"Fu Jingyuan committed suicide. It was her own fault. It has nothing to do with me."
"I was married into the Eastern Palace by the Crown Prince's own choice. The Emperor sent the betrothal gifts and I was formally married to the Eastern Palace. How could you blame me?"
"Not to mention, she conspired with the Queen and repeatedly attempted to murder me. I was already magnanimous in not bothering her. Why should I be blamed for her suicide when she became depressed?"
After returning to the capital and living a life of luxury for more than a month, the stubbornness and unwillingness to be bullied that he had in the palace now ran rampant in his body, clamoring to deny it.
Qi Qinghe turned a deaf ear to him. Seeing that he was surrounded by enemies, he sneered, "How can you say that now?"
When she first heard that Miss Fu had committed suicide, she was indeed saddened by it, and was particularly indignant about the fabrication of Miss Fu's story. She gave some change to the storyteller in the restaurant, asking him to respect the deceased and say more nice words of praise.
Until this moment, that little bit of mercy has been exhausted.
She looked at Fu Jingxuan coldly, her eyes sweeping over these assassins one by one, "Do you think you are redressing her injustice?"
Qi Qinghe's merciless words hit Fu Jingxuan's heart. His chest heaved violently, and the fierce hatred and hostility in his eyes were particularly terrifying.
He naturally knew that the person he should blame the most was himself. If he had not indulged in pleasure and had no ambition, how could Fu Jingyuan be forced to commit suicide at home?
But no matter how many words were spoken, the intense resentment needed to be vented. Fu Jingxuan said coldly: "You are the high and mighty Crown Princess. What do we mean by that?"
Qi Qinghe remained silent, the sarcasm on the corner of his mouth was extremely glaring.
Fu Jingxuan was too lazy to say anything more. He waved his hand and the black-clad warriors, holding their breath and calming their minds, rushed forward.
Qi Qinghe retreated again and again, his back against the cold courtyard wall, only to realize that there was no way to retreat. His clothes were soaked and stuck to his body, feeling sticky and unbearable.
Qin Song faced these assassins and attacked them swiftly and without mercy. Amidst the flashes of swords and sabers, only the sound of sharp weapons clashing could be heard, and scarlet water splashed everywhere under his feet.
It was foggy and rainy, and Qi Qinghe's crow-feather eyelashes were covered with water droplets, blurring her vision. Even though she pricked up her ears, she could not make out the chaotic footsteps.
When she realized something was wrong and Fu Jingxuan stopped moving, she suddenly turned around and was suddenly blinded by Ling Han's sharp dagger.
A slight stinging pain hit her neck, and she shuddered. Her voice softened, "I'm also quite sorry about Miss Fu's passing. Since it was caused by the Crown Prince, I'm willing to do my part."
Her obedient and flattering intentions were particularly obvious, completely different from her earlier arrogance. Fu Jingxuan chuckled, "I thought your Majesty was so firm in her words just now, how could you be so easily shaken?"
"But isn't it a little late to talk about this now?" Fu Jingxuan said with a smile, "Your Majesty, if you have something to say, why not speak to His Highness in person?"
After saying this, he dragged Qi Qinghe around.
In the drizzling rain, a group of soldiers marched in neat steps, holding spears, and rushed towards them, surrounding them.
The one standing at the head is none other than the frequently mentioned Crown Prince.
Xiao Junbai didn't hold an umbrella, and raindrops slid down his face, soaking his clothes. Only when he got closer did he see the scene clearly. His brows were furrowed, and his deep eyes were full of impatience.
Without saying a word, he took the bow and arrow handed to him from the side, drew the bow and put the arrow on it in one go.
Fu Jingxuan originally thought of taking the opportunity to blackmail the prince and exchange his life for some benefits for his family, but he never expected that the prince would act without saying a word and show no mercy.
He gritted his teeth, gripped the dagger tightly in his hand, shackled Qi Qinghe, dragged her to him, and said coldly: "She is pregnant with the royal heir, are you going to kill her?"
Qi Qinghe looked at the prince, his face dark and gloomy, and thought to himself that something was wrong.
She went out today without informing the Crown Prince and the eldest princess. She never expected that the Crown Prince would come. She was frowning for a moment, and her fingers moved slightly. When Fu Jingxuan opened her mouth, she quietly pointed backwards.
The young man who secretly followed the empress and hid his figure in Yuxie in the dim sky and was hiding behind the eaves of a house suddenly jumped up, holding a short blade and arrived in an instant. He stabbed Fu Jingxuan's waist and abdomen from back to front and then pulled it out. He raised his arm to block and waved away the dagger that fell.
Yu Xie stood up and blocked the Empress. He was a young man of only seventeen years old, with a short blade across his body, which was still dripping with blood.
Drops of blood mixed with raindrops gathered into a stream, winding and twisting on the bluestone road.
The accident happened in just this instant. Xiao Junbai loosened his fingers, and the arrow pierced through the raindrops, broke through the wind, and went straight into the person's calf.
Fu Jingxuan stared blankly at the person who suddenly appeared. Severe pain in his waist, abdomen and legs swept through his body. He suddenly realized that this was his own blood.
He looked around blankly, his eyes swirling between Qi Qinghe and Xiao Junbai. When he stopped at Qi Qinghe, he suddenly laughed at himself, "I thought you would be as stupid as usual, but I never thought people would change."
"Today's assassination attempt was my own idea and has nothing to do with others. Now that I have fallen into your hands, it is my fault for not thinking carefully. Whether I live or die is entirely up to you." Fu Jingxuan covered his wound, trembling constantly, his voice quite calm.
He was so angry that he even lost his mind and did something stupid. Now he was seriously injured in the heavy rain. His confused mind became a little clearer and he realized that he had become a stepping stone for exploration, or a discarded pawn.
Fu Jingxuan laughed at himself and offered no resistance.
Qin Song held the sword steady in his hand, breathing heavily as he watched the imperial guards take away all the assassins and Fu Jingxuan.
Xiao Junbai strode forward, pulled Qi Qinghe over, and looked him over carefully. He found that he was basically fine, except for a red mark on his slender neck, with traces of blood oozing out, which was particularly conspicuous on his fair skin.
Qi Qinghe watched the prince's face, hesitating but not daring to say anything. She caught a glimpse of Qin Song talking to Yu Xie, and bravely defended herself, "It was my idea. Your Highness, please don't blame them."
It was she who came up with this idea herself when she heard the prince mention the counter-attack that day. Even her younger sister Qi Qingyu informed her on the way and deliberately avoided her.
But no one had ever expected that the prince would come in person.
Qi Qinghe touched her nose, fearing that the prince would punish the two of them. She quickly cried out in pain and pulled the prince's sleeve, shaking it gently. "This matter is caused by me. If Your Highness wants to punish you, why not punish me too?"
Xiao Junbai looked at her in silence, feeling angry and annoyed. However, seeing her pitiful appearance, he couldn't say anything harsh. He sighed softly and said that they would go back to the palace first and discuss it later.
In Princess Fengshan's palace, under the wind and rain corridor, Qin Song and Yu Xie knelt side by side outside the bedroom, staring at each other, neither daring to say a word.
Just kneeling for a moment was considered a special favor from the prince, so I was quite grateful and had no complaints.
Qi Qinghe, who had vowed to take the punishment for these two people, couldn't even smile at this moment.
After asking a doctor to examine her carefully, Xiao Junbai put on a stern face, applied medicine with his fingertips, and gently applied it on her injured neck.
It felt cold and a little itchy. Qi Qinghe shrank for a moment, but was held down by the prince and could not move.
She wanted to speak several times, secretly glanced at the prince's face, but didn't dare to speak out loud, and muttered to herself quietly.
This time she was a bit reckless and impulsive. At least she caught the person, so it wasn't a complete failure. Why was he so harsh?
Xiao Junbai glanced at her and asked, "Aren't you afraid of being punished?"
Qi Qinghe immediately fell silent, smiled obediently, and her eyes and eyebrows were very pleasing.
"Why not copy some scriptures?" Xiao Junbai pondered for a moment before he felt that it was a good idea. If the punishment was too heavy, Qi Qinghe would be reluctant to do it. If the punishment was too light, Qi Qinghe would not learn his lesson, so copying scriptures would be very good.
"Father still has three days before he offers sacrifices to his ancestors." He said calmly, "How about punishing you by making you copy the sutra a hundred times?"
Copy the sutra a hundred times? Qi Qinghe's eyes widened as she looked at the prince in disbelief. She hadn't caused any trouble anyway, and she was safe and sound, so why a hundred times?
"Your Highness, I'm already injured, why is the punishment so severe?" She spoke softly, holding the prince's sleeve tightly. Her thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and her eyes were full of water, which made people feel pity. Her fingers gently stroked the wound on her neck.
Helplessly, Xiao Junbai made up his mind, calm and composed, and was about to say something.
There was a knock on the door, and Yuntao's voice was heard outside.
"Your Majesty, the Imperial Concubine has sent an invitation, asking you to come to the palace for a chat in three days."
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