Whose fault is it?
Unable to persuade her, Lin Yan'an had to take off his coat and hug her in the quilt.
Fu Huaiying casually pinched Lin Yan'an's hand, which was across his waist, lowered her eyes to look at his rough and mottled palm lines, and asked softly: "Yan'an, after my death...will you have a hard time?"
Lin Yan'an was silent for a moment, then held her tighter, his breath hitting her neck. His voice was muffled, "It was very difficult, but he died very quickly, so I didn't feel sad for long. I saw you again."
When Huaiying just left, he really wanted to drag Fu Liusong out and whip him, but unfortunately, he was burned to ashes, and there was not even a complete body, so he had to give up this idea.
Huaiying's arson and murder of her father caused a huge uproar in the otherwise peaceful capital. People talked about her every day, saying that she was so vicious that she could even kill her own father...
He had beaten up all those foul-mouthed people in the middle of the night, but he wouldn't tell her.
Fu Huaiying had her back to him, enveloped by the familiar scent, feeling a little sleepy. The moment she closed her eyes, she heard Lin Yan'an whisper in her ear, "Wherever you are, I'll be there, even if it's the Naihe Bridge or the Palace of Hell."
Fu Huaiying didn't say anything, but just turned around, rested her head gently on his chest, and fell asleep listening to his heartbeat.
The rain was still falling outside. Lin Yan'an listened to her steady breathing and suddenly felt reluctant to go to sleep.
When they first got married in their previous life, Huaiying and he were not familiar with each other and slept in separate beds. It was only half a year after their marriage that they slept in the same bed. But at that time, he was often at the border and most of the time on the battlefield. There were not many days like today when they slept in each other's arms.
The sound of breathing hit his chest. Lin Yan'an lowered his eyes to look at the person in his arms. He had fallen asleep. He curled his lips, hugged Fu Huaiying tightly, and closed his eyes.
When Da Hu pushed open the door, he saw two coats on the screen. He paused for a moment, then stepped out and closed the door for them.
…
Suning returned home and opened the door, only to find an uninvited guest in the house. He paused, turned around and closed the door.
"Your Highness, you should reflect on your mistakes in your residence now, instead of appearing here."
King Huan turned around and sneered, "You should know what you did in your heart."
Su Ning poured him a cup of tea and said, "Your Highness, I just don't want you to lose your composure..."
"So, you revealed my plan to Wen Chuyan in its entirety? I thought about it for a long time, and finally, I found that, besides the death squad, only three people knew the plan. Among these three people, only you are the variable."
"Your Highness, murdering the prince is a capital crime, and murdering an official in the imperial court will also cost you a life. When the time comes, you will have to hand over that position to someone else."
King Huan looked at the tea he offered and didn't take it. "Third brother, I don't have such thoughts."
Su Ning smiled, "The Third Prince doesn't have such thoughts, but the Crown Prince is already dead. If His Majesty knew that the Fourth Prince and Fu Zhibi died at your hands... he would have to think about it even if he didn't want to..."
King Huan's expression changed slightly. "You threaten me? Just for Fu Huaiying, you even disregard your great cause?"
"Your Highness, she is my savior."
"Savior?" King Huan sneered, "She's just a venomous snake, and she knows how to save people? How come I don't know that she saved you?"
Su Ning drank the tea in his hand and said, "Your Highness, there are still many things you don't know."
"She is the fourth child's teacher. I originally thought that she and the fourth child were from the Eastern Palace, but later I found out that she wanted to be the emperor's teacher."
Prince Huan stared at Su Ning sideways. "She used me to get rid of the Crown Prince, and then used a trick to make my father dislike me. What a good plan, what a good method. Suning, you must know that as long as she is not dead, I will never be at peace."
"As long as he's alive, I'll be in danger," Fu Huaiying leaned against Lin Yan'an. She had just woken up, and her voice was still a little hoarse. "Before, when the crown prince was still here, he thought I had chosen him. Now he must have realized what was happening, so he attacked us."
Lin Yan'an rubbed her hair, smelled her pleasant scent, and put his arms around her chest, refusing to let go, as if only in this way could he feel her by his side.
Fu Huaiying noticed his emotions and raised her hand to touch his forearm across his chest. "I will live well and will not repeat the same mistakes. I will not exchange my life for theirs. When Huanli ascends the throne, I will not let any of them go."
Lin Yan'an lowered his head and nuzzled her neck. "I've finally figured out what you asked me to investigate about Su Ning. The servants and maids in his courtyard were replaced a few years ago. All the previous ones are dead. Only his wet nurse managed to survive."
Fu Huaiying glanced at him sideways, "But, because of a verbal dispute in the teahouse, he also lost his life?"
Lin Yan'an nodded. "When that family died earlier, I felt something was amiss. No matter what, I wouldn't risk killing an entire family just because of a quarrel. Even though this incident turned out to have nothing to do with him, because of all these complicated past events, I feel like he's definitely involved."
Fu Huaiying rubbed his brows. "Let's put his affairs aside for now. Where's Huanli? Has he returned to the palace?"
"Um."
Fu Huaiying pushed him away and got out of bed. "I'm almost well now, but I still look a little pale. Now is the perfect time to go to the palace and see His Majesty. This matter concerns the prince, so it must be thoroughly investigated."
Seeing that she was determined to enter the palace, Lin Yan'an didn't dare to stop her, so he had to obediently take the official uniform and help her change clothes.
"Wait for me at the mansion," Fu Huaiying extended her hand and let him put it on. "Huanli was assassinated, so His Majesty is naturally in a bad mood. If you go, you might get yourself into trouble again."
Lin Yanan nodded obediently, "I'll take you there."
Fu Huaiying shook her head. "No need. Dahu can just take me there. Ji Yuan should be at the palace gate, about to go in. Don't run into him."
Lin Yan'an followed to the front of the carriage and wanted to give a few more instructions, but when Dahu saw Fu Huaiying get on the carriage, he immediately pulled the reins and set off, not giving him a chance to speak.
Chongyang Hall
Fu Huaiying followed Ji Yuan into the palace. Emperor Huanyu was leaning on the dragon throne, pinching his brows.
Seeing her coming, he put down his hand, his brows full of fatigue, "Huaiying, are you feeling better?"
"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I'm feeling better now."
Fu Huaiying's pale face made this statement seem unconvincing.
"I've already sent people to investigate thoroughly, and I'll definitely give you an explanation. Xiao Si was terrified and couldn't sleep at night. When I occasionally passed by, the house was always lit."
Fu Huaiying didn't show it on her face, but she knew in her heart that Chen Huanli was going to force His Majesty to conduct a thorough investigation. But if she did that, he would always be a child in His Majesty's heart and would never be the heir.
"It's my fault. I thought the Fourth Prince had been reading about the only copy in the palace, so I planned to take him back with me to take a look and let him choose. But I didn't expect... Your Majesty, please punish me..."
Emperor Huanyu waved his hand, "I will not vent my anger on others. If anyone is to blame, blame those assassins. They dared to assassinate the prince and court officials in broad daylight. How audacious!"
He closed his eyes, his voice filled with desolation, "It's my fault..."
Fu Huaiying's heart couldn't help but tremble. He looked up at Emperor Huanyu's face which showed some traces of time, and sighed in his heart. He killed his brother, and his son made the same choice as him. This time, would he still think that the winner is the king and the loser is the bandit?
Emperor Huanyu was a little tired. Fu Huaiying had been away for the past two days, and he didn't dare to make decisions on important memorials from Qiliyuan. The memorials on the desk almost overwhelmed him.
He lowered his eyes to look at the people below and sighed softly. His teacher had once shown him memorials and taught him to read them. Now his granddaughter had also imitated him and was teaching his son...
Every time he looked at Fu Huaiying's face, he always felt a little dazed. Fu Liusong said that she looked like her mother, but he felt that she looked more like her grandfather. The Qiao family members all had clear and strong looks, and Fu Huaiying was even more like Qiao Shulin, like a bamboo standing out in the quiet mountains and forests...
"Huaiying, every time I look at you, I think of an old friend... What a pity, I will never see him again..."
Fu Huaiying glanced at the knife on Ji Yuan's waist and thought to himself, if he was willing to sacrifice his own life and kill his brother and father to seize the world, with one strike of the knife, he would be guaranteed to meet his old friend today.
She thought of her previous life, when the Emperor of the Universe missed her grandfather from a high position. If you didn't know, you would think it was a deep relationship between master and disciple.
The executioner who killed his father, brother, and teacher...
"Go see Xiao Si. After all, he is his only teacher. He will listen to you. Tell him that no one in the palace dares to touch him."
Fu Huaiying stood up, saluted, and turned to leave.
Emperor Huanyu stared blankly at her back. They looked so much alike, the same crimson official uniform, the same upright posture, even the way they walked was exactly the same. She had never even seen Qiao Shulin. If he had raised her, would they look even more alike?
He thought about it, then smiled and shook his head. If Qiao Shulin were alive, he would never let his daughter marry Fu Liusong, let alone let her become a concubine, and Fu Huaiying would not be born.
Fu Huaiying left the hall, stood for a moment, and looked back. It was the same hall, the same decoration, but her mood was completely different. In her previous life, she was the wife of Marquis Dingbei, and in this life, she was the writer of Qiliyuan.
Since she knew Emperor Huanyu's background and his intentions, she would not easily give up here. In her previous life, without Huanli, no matter who ascended the throne, it would be impossible for her to help. But now it is different...
"teacher!"
Chen Huanli appeared out of nowhere and jumped in front of her. "Why are you here? Is your injury healed? Are you still feeling unwell? Sister Fu Guang said you were sick. Are you feeling better? Why do you still look so grim?"
Fu Huaiying laughed, "You have so many questions, which one should I answer first?"
Chen Huanli blushed, "I'm sorry... Teacher, I... I..."
Fu Huaiying rubbed his hair. "Teacher is much better now. The fever has gone down. Some scrapes have healed after applying medicine. Don't worry. His Majesty said you were afraid to sleep these past few days? Why are you always afraid when you pass by with candles burning? Are you afraid?"
Chen Huanli shook his head, "I'm not afraid..."
Fu Huaiying looked at him and wanted to hold his hand, but suddenly found that he had grown taller and older. She raised her hand halfway and gently put it down without him noticing.
"Teacher, am I causing you trouble by doing this?"
Chen Huanli looked up at her quietly, cautiously.
Fu Huaiying was stunned and shook her head gently, "No, you have never caused me any trouble. I am just worried that His Majesty only treats you as a child, not an heir."
Chen Huanli nodded thoughtfully, "Teacher, I understand."
Fu Huaiying lowered her eyes, looked into his bright eyes, and smiled, "It's okay, it doesn't matter if you don't understand."
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