Chapter 141 The emperor is dying!

The old servant sighed, "The old lady was involved in a murder many years ago, and she also planned to seize half of the princess's dowry. Now she has been captured. The second young master... the second young master has never returned since he went out that morning, and no one knows where he is."

Lu Yanxiu's mind was buzzing, and he only heard the words "grandmother was captured, Lu Zhili did not see".

He grabbed the old servant's collar and asked, "Who is here to capture? Who is it?"

"It's... the government office."

Lu Yanxiu let go of his hand in a daze, looking at the empty cellar and the barren mansion, and was at a loss for a moment.

After a moment, he asked the old servant to lend him a hand.

The old servant didn't know why, and agreed in a daze.

The princess's mansion.

Lu Zhiping was reburied in Shangqing Temple. Zhaoyang only took one look at him and then lay on his sickbed due to excessive grief.

Su He waited by the bed without taking off her clothes, and did not leave the room until Zhaoyang fell asleep peacefully.

Not far away, the sky was full of flames, like a sunset glow.

Su He remembered that it was the direction of Lu's mansion.

"Madam, the Lu family is on fire. I heard that the eldest young master Lu is inside."

"Lu Yanxiu? Isn't he in the East Palace?"

Qingyun said, "The prince allowed him to go home for a visit, but an accident happened."

The fire over there was so big that half of the sky was red.

Su He stood in the corridor and watched, the temperature of the hand warmer in his palm was boiling.

"Madam, do you want to send someone to put out the fire?" Pei Xia asked.

"No. If he can die in the fire, it will be his blessing."

This is definitely not just an ordinary fire.

Lu Yanxiu has no other skills, but he is definitely good at cherishing his life.

Besides, the Lu Mansion has been emptied and sold, where can there be anything that can burn?

Lu Yanxiu, Lu Yanxiu, you are too self-righteous.

Su He walked down the steps and returned to Tingxue Garden. In the night, the figure gradually merged with the night.

The day when Liu Qiuqiu and Liu Shi set out on the road.

It was the day with the heaviest snow in the capital.

The two of them sat in the prison car in prison clothes, and the people pointed at them.

One is a concubine who has an affair with someone else.

The other is the murderer's wife who murdered the eldest princess' husband.

In the wind and snow, no one can straighten their backs.

Su He sat on the viewing platform. The room was warm and the fragrance of tea filled the air.

There was a small slit in the window, and she could just see the execution ground.

After a sip of hot tea,

Su He thought of Lu Zhili.

"Qingyun, take Liu's head to see Lu Zhili later."

"...Isn't this a bit bad?"

It would be enough for the person to die, why bother with a corpse like this?

Su He looked at the execution ground. The figure kneeling on the ground looked very much like the scene in her previous life when she begged Lu Yanxiu and Lu Zhili to save the Su family.

Her lips moved slightly, and her tone was flat: "They are guilty of heinous crimes, so I am here for revenge."

Qingyun wanted to ask something else.

Pei Xia grabbed the corner of his clothes and signaled him to stop talking.

Qingyun thought about it carefully. If you are not in the game, how can you know the hardship of the game?

In the courtyard.

The cold wind was blowing.

Lu Zhili huddled in a corner with his arms folded.

Suddenly, there was a sound of locking outside the door. He got up excitedly and walked over, only to find that his legs were frozen and numb.

"Who? Who is it?"

He couldn't leave for the past half month since he was locked up.

When it was late at night and everyone was asleep, he kept thinking about who kidnapped him. At

this moment, he heard a noise outside and thought someone was rescuing him.

Lu Zhili dragged his frozen body to stand in front of the door, and the next second, the door opened.

The cold wind suddenly blew.

Lu Zhili couldn't help but cover his face, but there was no one outside the door.

He looked around vigilantly and found a bag on the stairs.

After making sure that there was no one around and no danger, Lu Zhili moved and held the bag in front of him.

Wait!

The touch in my hand is wrong!

It's like a... human head!

Lu Zhili smelled a hint of blood, he panicked, opened it in a hurry, and suddenly Liu's head appeared in front of him!

"Grandma... Grandmother?"

He was so scared that he knelt on the ground, holding Liu's head in his hands with bloodshot eyes!

"Grandson, Grandson will definitely take revenge, definitely!"

The blood was quickly buried in the wind and snow.

It was almost New Year. There

was still no news of Lu Huaihe's return to Beijing.

There was no reply to the letter sent by Su He.

In the past, Zhaoyang always spent the New Year alone. Besides having a reunion dinner with Lu Huaihe, she would go to the theater and listen to music with her sisters.

But today was different.

With Su He at home, and a new life about to arrive, the atmosphere at home was much more lively.

Early in the morning, Nanny Tang sent Xiu Niang to tailor new clothes. Su He was half asleep, so she let them lay out the cloth. When they finally finished measuring and cutting, it was already noon.

"Young Madam, will you have lunch with the Princess at noon?"

Su He nodded, "Okay."

Nanny Tang helped her get dressed and said with a smile, "This year is really lively. In the past, the Princess would not have asked the servants to hang red lanterns. This year, the Young Madam is here, for good luck!"

Pei Xia was packing clothes on the side and subconsciously thought, "It would be great if the Master was here too! The Young Madam is already three months pregnant, and the Master has not heard any news."

Nanny Tang said, "Pei Xia!"

Pei Xia realized that she shouldn't have said that, fearing that the young lady would hurt herself by thinking too much.

But she was just complaining for Su He. As a husband, she hadn't seen him for several months. What would he look like?

Su He frowned: "As long as he is safe and sound, I am willing to be separated for a long time."

"Yes, yes! The master will definitely return to Beijing safely!"

After washing up, the group hurried to the carved hall for dinner.

Zhao Yang had been waiting for a while. When he saw Su He coming, he hurriedly sent someone to serve her a bowl of the boiled pigeon soup.

"Isn't it delicious? This pigeon was sent from the palace."

Su He took a sip and praised: "Not bad, mother is thoughtful."

Zhao Yang said: "You and I, stop saying these polite words. Let's eat."

"Okay."

Today's lunch is very rich.

Su He has been hungry recently, so she started to eat seriously.

Zhao Yang looked at her and always thought of his youth.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart, old, old!

If Concubine Rong was still here...

"Princess! Princess! Something terrible has happened!"

Butler Lin rushed from the gate to the dining room. Seeing how he was in a hurry, Zhaoyang put down his chopsticks and frowned, asking, "What happened? Why are you so flustered? Don't scare Ah He."

Butler Lin ran into the dining room, bowed hastily, swallowed his dry lips and reported, "Your Majesty! Your Majesty is dying!"

"What did you say?"

Zhaoyang stood up in shock.

Su He also paused, his heart surging.

Is Your Majesty... finally going to die?

"Hurry up and follow me to see what's going on!"

Su He stood up and said, "Mother, I..."

"You stay at home and don't go anywhere! Nanny Tang, stay with the young lady!"

After saying this, Zhao Yang quickly left the restaurant, followed closely by Steward Lin.

Even though they are members of the royal family, at this critical moment, the relationship between siblings is more important than the imperial power.