My mother never fought or vied for anything, yet in the end, she was still killed by Wen Changle. If only, if only I were a little older back then...
Would that protect my mother? Would my mother still be by my side, gently calling me "Yi'er"?
If Helian Nie had been willing to lend a helping hand and protect his mother back then, Wen Changle wouldn't have dared to harm her.
But, by some strange twist of fate, Helian Nie didn't have it, he didn't have it!
My mother was still murdered by Wen Changle, dying in that cold palace, on that freezing snowy night, under the pear blossom tree...
Beneath the cuffs of Helian Yi's long robe embroidered with pine and cloud patterns, his clenched hands grew increasingly white at the knuckles, his chest heaved, and a resolute glint appeared in his dark eyes.
"Mother, I will avenge you, I promise!"
**
Royal Palace
In the imperial study, Wenren Yu sat in a chair, leisurely fanning himself. He had given the remnants of the Dongchen faction a good thrashing in court that day.
He was in a very pleasant mood, and just as he was about to speak, he heard Changying's voice announcing something from outside the imperial study.
"Your Majesty, the princess requests an audience."
"Hmm? Princess." Speaking of the princess, it had been quite a while since he'd seen her, though that brat Helian You was always talking about her.
He heard about the princess every day, mostly about what picture books she looked at, what she daydreamed about, and what she liked to eat.
Behind the golden nanmu wood table, Helian Nie, who was reading the memorials submitted by his ministers, paused slightly, his thin lips parting slightly.
"Let her in."
At this hour, that ugly thing shouldn't be at the Imperial Academy; why would it be looking for me?
Helian Si strode in, with Di Ying following behind. Di Ying, head bowed, felt ashamed for failing to protect Helian Nie. Upon seeing Helian Nie, she silently lowered her head and knelt on one knee.
Wenren Yu raised an eyebrow, curiosity appearing on his handsome face, which resembled a painted painting. "Oh ho, isn't this one of the Emperor's Shadows? What big thing has happened?"
Helian Nie's handsome face furrowed, and before he could ask what had happened, Helian Si put his arm around his shoulder.
"Father, I almost died today."
Upon seeing Helian Nie, Helian Si's coldness vanished, replaced by a deep sense of grievance. He sniffed, his voice muffled.
Helian Nie's eyes turned cold as he pulled Helian Si in front of him, his long, narrow peach blossom eyes scanning Helian Si up and down.
Finding no injuries, the malevolence in his eyes softened slightly. He glanced coldly at the kneeling Emperor Ying and said in a deep voice,
"What happened?"
Emperor Ying recounted the events that had occurred at the Imperial Academy in detail, casting a shadow over Helian Nie's handsome face.
Wenren Yu also sat up straight, the playful look on his face disappeared, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and he regained his serious expression. If what the assassin said was true, then Xiling really had a lot of guts.
"Father, I left a guard to watch over the assassin, and I had the physician spare his life. Didn't Father intend to attack Xiling?"
I think we might as well use this famous assassin as a pretext to frame Nanli under the name of Xiling, and incite internal strife between the two countries..."
Helian Nie's face was gloomy, his narrow, peach-blossom eyes fixed on Helian Si. Helian Si spoke softer and softer, finally falling silent.
"Father, the tutor was poisoned by the Nightmare Poison while protecting me. The snow lotus in the imperial physician's storeroom..."
Thinking of the unconscious Nan Rong Jinghua, Helian Si still reached out and tugged at Helian Nie's dragon robe, speaking softly.
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