Win
The next morning, Lin Yan'an got up very early, went outside to practice sword for half an hour, and then sat by the bed and waited for another hour.
Fu Huaiying half-opened her eyes in a daze, closed them again, and soon sat up quickly, patted Lin Yan'an's face, and breathed a sigh of relief.
Lin Yan'an felt a pang of pain in his chest and kissed her forehead gently. "Da Hu said he asked them to make fish porridge today. Would you like to have some when you get up?"
Fu Huaiying half-closed her eyes and nodded, looking like she hadn't woken up yet.
Lin Yan'an smiled, put clothes on her, and fetched water for her to wash.
Fu Huaiying sat in front of the bronze mirror, unable to open her eyes.
Lin Yan'an stood behind her, leaned over to take the lip balm he gave her last night, and gently applied it on her lips.
Fu Huaiying opened her eyes and looked back at him. Lin Yan'an only saw her bright red lips close at hand. He looked at them for a long time, lowered his head and touched them lightly, then held her face and deepened the kiss.
Fu Huaiying panted and gently pushed him away, "Go, you're almost late."
Lin Yan'an nodded, and when he walked to the door, he was stopped by Fu Huaiying again.
She frowned, thinking of King Huan, "When you enter the palace in the near future, be careful and bring someone with you."
"Don't worry, they are all stationed outside the city, and the soldiers guarding the city are Wen Chuyan's men."
Fu Huaiying looked at him and said softly, "Please give my regards to the Fourth Prince. It will only take a few days."
Lin Yanan opened the door and looked back at her, "Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."
Lin Yan'an had been gone for almost a whole day and had not returned. Fu Huaiying couldn't help but feel a little worried. After hesitating for a moment, she decided to go into the palace to take a look.
Unexpectedly, the men with knives formed a circle outside and surrounded the mansion. Da Hu ran in panting, "Girl! We're surrounded!"
Fu Huaiying stood up suddenly. She understood that it was Huan Li who had taken action.
The person who came was Ji Yuan. He entered the house with a knife in his hand and waited for someone outside the courtyard. When he saw Fu Huaiying coming out, he just smiled and said, "Huaiying, come with me?"
"Who wants to see me?"
He sighed, "Who else could it be? We are the Imperial Guards."
Fu Huaiying smiled and said, "Your Majesty, do you want to see me? Or do you want to kill me?"
"...I can only make a decision after I see you."
Fu Huaiying didn't say anything else. She patted Dahu's shoulder gently, indicating that she should stay and look after the house. She turned around and followed him into the palace quietly.
The palace was heavily guarded. Fu Huaiying turned around and saw a familiar figure. The man was holding a knife and lowering his head, but she immediately recognized that it was Wen Chuyan's man.
The man raised his hand slightly, and Fu Huaiying saw him make the number four. She breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the gesture.
Although she was brought in by Ji Yuan, there was no fighting in the palace as she had expected.
When they arrived at the door of Emperor Huanyu's bedroom, Ji Yuan didn't seem to want to go in. He just raised his hand and gestured to her, "Go in."
Fu Huaiying took a deep breath before pushing the door open and going in. There were no palace servants serving inside. The hall was a little dark and there was no one inside.
Suddenly, a sword was placed across her neck. Fu Huaiying subconsciously wanted to dodge, but she stopped when she heard the sound and did not dare to move.
“You’re here…”
After not seeing each other for a few days, Emperor Huanyu had aged a lot. He didn't have his hair tied up and looked less majestic. Fu Huaiying glanced sideways at the two pairs of eyes reflected in the sword light, calmness and anger confronting each other.
Finally, Emperor Huanyu put down his sword, clutching his chest and coughing. Fu Huaiying stepped forward, took some tea from the table and handed it to him, "Your Majesty, take care of yourself."
Emperor Huanyu looked at her and suddenly laughed, "What? Is Fu Zhibi sure of victory?"
Fu Huaiying shook his head. "No matter what, I am your Majesty's subject. How can I talk about victory or defeat?"
Emperor Huanyu didn't believe her and didn't take the tea she offered him. "Xiao Si will leave after receiving the imperial edict. You have taught such a good student!"
Fu Huaiying was stunned for a long while, as if she was thinking about the meaning of his words. After a moment, she picked up the fallen sword from the ground, put it away, then opened the window and slowly poured the tea in her hand out of the window.
Emperor Huanyu sat on the ground, looking at her back, feeling inexplicably dazed and familiar.
"Your Majesty, if my grandfather could raise a good emperor, why can't I?"
Emperor Huanyu laughed out loud, but his eyes were a little distracted, "You really do know."
"Your Majesty, didn't you keep me here just to find out what I would do if I knew that my grandfather and father, whom I have respected since childhood, were the murderers of my mother?"
"Smart, but being too smart isn't a good thing. How can you be sure you won't become the next Qiao Shulin?"
Fu Huaiying looked back at him. It was the first time she lowered her eyes to look at the emperor. Suddenly, she felt that the almighty emperor was just a mortal.
"He won't."
Before Emperor Huanyu could refute her, he saw Chen Huanli panicking and pushing open the palace door and rushing in, "Teacher!"
Fu Huaiying did not respond to him, but just looked at Emperor Huanyu. Chen Huanli told him with his actions that he would not.
"Xiao Si, I'm not dead yet! How shameful!"
Chen Huanli looked at him with a cold expression, his head lowered. "I know I was wrong."
Although he said he admitted his mistake, his eyes were still filled with murderous intent.
Emperor Huanyu felt a little unsteady in his sitting position. He looked at Chen Huanli, and the more he looked at her, the more she looked like the woman he once loved the most. "You look like your mother."
Chen Huanli approached, "I'm not like anyone else."
The teacher said he looked like the late crown prince, Liushuang said he looked like Emperor Huanyu, and Emperor Huanyu said he looked like Concubine Yu, but he knew that he looked like no one.
Fu Huaiying stepped forward, walked to Chen Huanli's side, patted his shoulder, then squatted down and looked directly into his cloudy eyes. "Your Majesty, I have a report to make. Fu Liusong brought troops into the palace with the intention of rebellion. Please make a decision, Your Majesty."
Emperor Huanyu stared at her and said in a cold voice, "That's your biological father."
Fu Huaiying laughed, "Dad? What is that?"
Emperor Huanyu stared at her for a long time, then suddenly shook his head, "You don't look like Qiao Shulin."
"Your Majesty is getting old and confused. My last name is Fu, so how could I be like a member of the Qiao family?"
Chen Huanli suddenly lost his patience, "Father, don't hold on any longer."
Emperor Huanyu could no longer sit still. He slowly fell to the ground with his hair disheveled and his vision blurred.
As the emperor lay dying, his eyes were cloudy. He tilted his head to look at Fu Huaiying, looking through her familiar features at the person who had long since passed away. There was a trance, familiarity, a slight hatred, and a strong sense of nostalgia in his eyes...
He opened his mouth and uttered only one sentence: "Teacher..."
He hated Qiao Shulin. He hated that he had two students but only had eyes for his royal brother. He hated that he taught him with all his might but didn't let him compete with the prince. He hated that he was heartless to him, but also hated that he was gentle with him.
It is obvious that he is more suitable to be the emperor than his brother, but he occupies the longer position and is asked to give it up!
The teacher told the emperor that he should be a benevolent and wise ruler, but he wanted him to assist him.
Why! Why!
Fu Huaiying stood up, lowered her eyes, and looked down at the emperor struggling.
She closed her eyes. Everything was over. The prince was dead, the King of Huan was imprisoned, and the emperor was also dead. She won again.
"Teacher, Fu Liusong..."
Fu Liusong received the letter from Emperor Huanyu early in the morning, so he asked the patrol battalion to enter the palace immediately, but he didn't expect that Lin Yan'an and Wen Chuyan were already waiting for him.
At this moment, he was trapped outside the temple like a stray dog.
Fu Huaiying didn't even want to look at him. "You have the imperial edict, which is legitimate, but there must be a reason to send troops today. Fu Liusong led his troops through the palace with the intention of rebellion. The Fu family was exiled, and Fu Liusong was sentenced to death. You will ascend the throne soon, so you must establish your authority."
Chen Huanli nodded and said, "I'll listen to you, teacher."
When leaving the hall, Fu Huaiying looked back and saw Emperor Huanyu staring at her with his eyes still open.
She only took one look and then closed the door.
Lin Yan'an stood outside the hall holding a sword, which was still dripping with blood.
When Wen Chuyan saw her come out, he subconsciously took a handkerchief to wipe the blood off the sword, but suddenly found that it was in vain, as the ground was already covered with blood.
Fu Huaiying stepped forward and hugged Lin Yan'an fiercely, "It's done."
Lin Yan'an threw away the sword and held her tightly in his arms. He closed his eyes and thought of the day when he was buried in the snow. Apart from wanting to see Huaiying, he had no other thoughts.
Many months ago
Lin Yan'an was buried in the snow. They were all waiting, waiting for an opportunity to turn defeat into victory. If he died, it would mean that he disobeyed military orders and was greedy for merit and reckless. If he returned alive, Emperor Huanyu would not forgive him easily, so he could only make meritorious deeds.
He had been in the snow for too long and could no longer see. He was smashed into the snow, and his body and face were covered with cold snowflakes. In the darkness, he felt his life gradually fading away.
Suddenly, he seemed to hear Fu Huaiying's voice. She seemed exhausted and called his name in a hoarse voice.
Lin Yan'an opened his eyes, and the blood surging in his mouth made him unable to respond. He struggled, supported his body, and slowly stood up. Relying on the memories of his previous life, he raided Cha Hanli's lair.
If I hadn't heard Huaiying's voice that day, I wouldn't be able to hug her today.
…
Chen Huanli had the imperial edict of succession in his hand, and there were people left for him by the late crown prince in the palace. Fu Huaiying was not too worried about him and prepared to leave the palace to find Liushuang to resolve the doubts in her heart.
"teacher!"
Chen Huanli chased out and called her.
Fu Huaiying turned around and looked at him. After waiting for a long time, he didn't say anything. "What's wrong?"
"Teacher...I...I..."
"Um?"
"I have something to confess to you..."
Fu Huaiying had no choice but to go back with him.
Chen Huanli closed the palace door tightly and did not allow anyone to be outside.
Fu Huaiying was really puzzled. Emperor Huanyu was dead, so what else could he not do openly?
"Lost?"
"Teacher," Chen Huanli's voice was so soft that it was inaudible if one didn't listen carefully. "If...if I wasn't the Fourth Prince...and the grandson of the late Crown Prince...would you still..."
Fu Huaiying's face darkened, "Shut up."
"There's no one outside..."
Fu Huaiying rubbed his brows and said, "No matter if there is anyone around or not, you can't say such words."
"But I really am not."
Fu Huaiying stared at him, "Did you deceive Liu Shuang, or... did you deceive me?"
Chen Huanli stammered and hesitated for a long time without being able to utter a word.
Fu Huaiying guessed the truth almost instantly, "Liushuang is really crazy."
But now that things have come to this, there is nothing to be done but to make the best of a bad situation and let Chen Huanli ascend the throne. At least it is much better than letting King Huan, who wants her dead every day, ascend the throne.
"Just keep this to yourself. I'll pretend I didn't hear anything today."
"I……"
"Did you hear that?" Fu Huaiying grabbed his hand. "Huanli, we've come this far, and there can't be any more complications. Any wrong step will push you into the abyss. We will die together. Do you understand?"
"Teacher, I understand..."
Chen Huanli held her hand and gently rubbed it on his face, "Teacher, I will listen to you."
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