Chapter 130: Southern Expedition: The Slap in the Face Comes Too Quickly
“…Ah?” Yun Qingqing was puzzled.
"What else? If I make a bet with someone, is it appropriate to use them as the stakes?"
"Others?" Xiao Changheng stared at Yun Qingqing dimly.
"Then what happened next? The Seventh Princess changed the conditions and asked you to leave me. This was clearly your own business, so why didn't you agree?"
Yun Qingqing turned back to face him and said seriously:
"Of course that's not possible. We already had an agreement that I would heal your leg before we could divorce. I can't bet on something like this with anyone else."
"Is that all?" Xiao Changheng was not satisfied with her answer.
Yun Qingqing stared at him for a moment, then stroked his forehead and said:
"You seem a little strange today. What do you want to say?"
"You are obviously sure that you won't lose, so why bother worrying about the content of the bet after losing?" The man's eyes were deep, and his low voice was full of persuasion.
"Yun Qingqing, think carefully. She asked you to give up being my princess, and you clearly could win, yet you still refused to agree to this bet. Why?"
"So this is what you're asking." Yun Qingqing finally understood.
She said without hesitation:
"A bet is a promise the moment it's made. It represents my approval of the matter. My certainty of winning won't change the meaning of the promise."
"I cultivate the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth, and the most important thing is my Dao heart. If I use a false promise to win a bet that I'm sure to win, it may seem that the outcome remains the same, but it will destabilize my Dao heart, and will only lead to endless troubles."
"Now you understand? If there's nothing else to do, go to bed early. We have to set off early tomorrow."
After saying that, Yun Qingqing yawned loudly, pulled a blanket over her, lay down on the small couch and fell asleep.
Xiao Changheng looked at her quietly, without moving for a long time, with undercurrents surging in his dark eyes.
The Great Avenue of Heaven and Earth...
Why, when you uttered those words, did my heart feel heavy, as if... as if I had lost the most precious thing in the world...
Yun Qingqing, is it possible that the great way of heaven and earth that you mentioned has a place for me?
After a long time, he slowly exhaled and rubbed his eyebrows.
…
At ten o'clock in the middle of the night, Yun Qingqing opened her eyes.
She glanced at the man who was sleeping soundly on the bed, got up quietly, went behind the screen and took off a set of black clothes that made it easier to move.
When she turned around the screen again, she saw Xiao Changheng had already sat up and was looking straight at her:
"Where are you going?"
“…”
Yun Qingqing, who was caught, touched his nose and coughed lightly:
"There's something I'm concerned about, and it's not convenient during the day. So, I'll go investigate now. I'll be back soon, so don't worry."
"I'll go with you." Xiao Changheng propped himself up and sat on the wheelchair.
Yun Qingqing widened her eyes:
"No! Look at you like this. Are you afraid you won't be conspicuous enough?"
Xiao Changheng's expression froze, and he called Nan Zheng with a stern face.
"Then let Nanzheng go with you."
He then gave the order to Nanzheng in a deep voice:
"If anything goes wrong, Princess, I will hold you accountable!"
"No, I can do it myself." Yun Qingqing looked at Nan Zheng seriously, "Your Highness will be afraid of the dark if he stays alone. You stay here with Your Highness. I'll be back soon."
Southern Expedition: ...?
What? The prince is afraid of the dark? Princess, are you serious?
Xiao Changheng: ...
I forgot about the last time I tricked her into staying by saying she was afraid of the dark, but I didn't expect that I would shoot myself in the foot.
"I am not afraid now! Either you take me with you, or you take Nanzheng with you. It's your choice!"
Yun Qingqing listened to his gnashing teeth and nodded:
"Okay, okay, I'll take Nanzheng with me. You stay here and rest well."
She thought for a moment and then said:
"Where's the talisman I gave you during the day? Is it still intact?"
Seeing that she was quite obedient, Xiao Changheng's expression relaxed a little and he took out the talisman that she had thrown at him when she was attacked.
"Very complete." He said, looking at the talisman in his hand.
Yun Qingqing took it and took a look, but her expression changed.
The talisman was not damaged, which meant that he was not injured by sword or knife during the day.
But there were a few extra lines on the original pattern on the yellow paper, which were not made by her at all!
It was obvious that someone had secretly cast a curse on Xiao Changheng, but it was blocked by the disaster-warding talisman.
How dare he use such vicious means right under her nose!
Yun Qingqing suddenly lost her composure.
She shook her fingertips lightly, and the talisman turned into powder.
"What's wrong?" Xiao Changheng keenly noticed her abnormality and his expression became serious.
Yun Qingqing changed her mind.
Originally, she could set up a talisman array to ensure that Xiao Changheng would not be attacked by the dark curse when she left, but her spiritual energy was greatly consumed in the past few days, so she drew another blood talisman during the day.
Moreover, when returning, they would need to rely on the blessing of the talisman array to transport a large amount of food and grass, which would require even more spiritual power.
So she said to Nan Zheng:
"You carry the prince on your back, and you come with me!"
"Ah? This..." Nan Zheng was a little dumbfounded. When had the prince ever been carried on someone's back when traveling?
"Listen to the princess." Xiao Changheng didn't hesitate much.
Nan Zheng was slightly surprised, and quickly responded. He took out a black cloak and put it on him, then carried him over.
Yun Qingqing led the two of them out of the room quietly, counting on her fingers along the way, easily avoiding all the sentries and arriving at the courtyard wall.
Nan Zheng lowered his voice:
"I will escort the prince first and then come to pick up the princess."
As he said this, he jumped lightly onto the courtyard wall and landed outside the wall.
However, just as he was about to find a place to put the prince on his back, he saw a shadow suddenly appear on the wall.
Nan Zheng thought there was a stranger, and looked up with a start, only to see Yun Qingqing lightly jumping down and landing beside him.
"Let's go." Yun Qingqing pointed in a direction without changing her expression.
Inhale directly from the south:
"Princess, are you really that good at Qinggong?"
Yun Qingqing: "...It's okay."
It’s not that she has any special skills. With her spiritual power, she can do a lot of things.
It’s a pity that it’s so difficult to accumulate spiritual power in this world, and the extra spiritual power has to be spent because of the unknown mastermind.
The thought of this made her even angrier, and she was determined to investigate the matter.
She continued to choose a route that avoided all the night watchmen. After about an incense stick of time, she finally stopped at the back door of a house.
"Where...is this place?" Xiao Changheng asked.
Yun Qingqing put it succinctly:
"Yizhuang."
"Ah?" Nan Zheng took a breath.
No wonder he was frightened.
The charity cemetery is where corpses are kept.
Nan Zheng once again felt that his princess's courage was beyond his imagination.
This time, he made a decision secretly.
From now on, no matter how exaggerated the princess' actions were, he would no longer be surprised.
I am shocked by her every time. Doesn’t she have any dignity?
Anyway, no matter what the princess does, it's normal.
"What are you doing here?" Xiao Changheng had endured not asking all the way, but when he heard the word "Yizhuang", he finally felt that he could no longer remain silent.
Yun Qingqing pushed open the small door and said as she observed the situation inside:
"Find someone to ask who sent people to assassinate the prince."
Xiao Changheng opened his mouth and closed it again.
But Nan Zheng couldn't help but blurted out:
"Who can I ask? There's only..."
He paused and looked at her with his mouth open in disbelief.
"Yes, that's what you think."
Yun Qingqing remained calm and expressionless.
"Ask the dead."
Southern Expedition: ...
Please forgive him for thinking too simply, as he was slapped in the face so quickly.
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