More than a month later, when Zhao Moyan woke up again, he was in the palace of the Meng Kingdom, surrounded by maids. When he tried to get up and see his surroundings, he found that his hands and feet were bound by iron chains. He did not know that Marquis Zhao Moyan of Zhenbei was dead and his funeral was being held in the capital. Tian Yu was also unconscious.
For several days in a row, Zhao Moyan was tied to the bed and served by others, but he had no strength at all. Whenever he woke up and tried to break free, he would be drugged again, and the same thing would happen when he woke up again. With his injuries, he could only be manipulated by others and had no power to fight back.
Two years have passed in the blink of an eye. Zhao Moyan has recovered and gets along well with them. He is much freer in his movements, but he is still being watched. His martial arts skills have not recovered. Here, he is a guest and everyone is very polite to him, but at the same time, he is a prisoner and cannot go anywhere.
On this day, the King of Mongolia came to visit him again. The king was a burly and strong man who came with a thin minister named Hash. The king looked at Zhao Moyan without saying anything. Hash said, "You are just a marquis of Wu Kingdom. As long as you are willing to surrender, Mongolia will be your second home, and you will be a meritorious official of my Mongolia Kingdom."
Zhao Moyan glanced at him but didn't say anything.
Hash said angrily, "It's been two years already, and look who has come to see you. None of them care about you. They all wish you were dead sooner. But it's different in Mongolia. As long as you are willing, we will love and respect you forever."
"I will not agree. You can leave!" Zhao Moyan said impatiently. Even after two years, they still haven't given up.
"I've heard that the Emperor of Wu Kingdom abducted your wife, and their son is already two years old. How can you not hate them for treating you like this? Are you prepared to die on the battlefield for them?!"
"So what? That's our business, it's none of your concern!"
"Everyone thinks you're dead now. If you surrender, I can help you fight your way back to the capital and take back your wife. What do you say?" Hash was still trying to persuade him to submit to them. The King of Mongolia kept nodding and speaking in Mongolian to Zhao Moyan, telling him that he would have everything if he submitted.
"Thank you, but no need!" Zhao Moyan said, then closed her eyes and stopped looking at them. The king and Hash spoke in their own language for a while before angrily leaving. Zhao Moyan was very troubled. They all thought she was dead. Would Tian Yu be sad? Probably not, right? After all, she was already the Crown Princess, and they even had a child. Thinking of this, she felt a little lost.
Hash angrily left with his servants, still unwilling to give up. He would come to inquire every few days, earnestly advising Zhao Moyan. Instead of interrogating him, he provided him with good food and drink. When the king learned of his situation, he sent all the beautiful women of Mongolia to him, even promising to marry him the most beautiful princess if he submitted. But Zhao Moyan remained observant, secretly observing and waiting for an opportunity to escape, because someone was waiting for him. Due to the effects of the medication, his martial arts skills hadn't recovered, so Zhao Moyan could only secretly practice to expel the drugs from his body.
That day, Hash came again and said happily to Zhao Moyan, "I have good news! I wonder if the Marquis of Zhenbei, or the Prince of Zhenbei, would like to hear it?"
Zhao Moyan merely glanced at him, and Hash, seeing that he wasn't angry at all but rather even happier, said, "When your cenotaph was transported to the capital, didn't you want to know how your former wife, the current empress, would react?"
Zhao Moyan appeared indifferent and didn't want to know, but he couldn't help but wonder if Tian Yu would be sad. It was better if she wasn't.
"On the day the news of your death reached the capital two years ago, the Empress also did something big!"
Zhao Moyan looked at Hash, wanting to know what Tian Yu had done. Hash, sensing Zhao Moyan's curiosity, deliberately kept him in suspense, saying, "As long as you submit to my Mongol Kingdom, you can enjoy all the riches and honors you desire. I'll even send someone to snatch your wife back. How about it?"
Zhao Moyan remained silent, looking at Hash. Hash, somewhat annoyed by his reaction, said, "Alright, I heard that the Empress blew up the palace and led a group of people out of the capital. What do you think she was trying to do? Was she trying to escape? What a waste of such a good opportunity! She had already escaped the capital, but upon hearing that you had died in battle, she obediently went back. What was she thinking? If it were me, I would have left long ago!"
Hash continued talking to himself, unaware that Zhao Moyan, sitting on the bed, had listened to him and then lowered his head in deep thought.
After finishing his sentence, Hash looked at the dejected Zhao Moyan and continued, "The best part is yet to come. On the day of your funeral, she was heavily pregnant and attended in person with the Emperor. I also heard that the Emperor doted on her, and she was always surrounded by a group of people serving her wherever she went. It seems that the Emperor really liked her. I really want to meet this Empress and see what kind of beauty she is that could captivate both the Emperor and the Prince of Wu."
Zhao Moyan still didn't react, her mind racing with thoughts of what Tian Yu was up to. Why was she doing this? Wasn't she already the Empress?
"When the young emperor of the Wu Kingdom found out you were dead, he immediately bestowed upon you the title of Prince of Zhenbei. What's even more interesting is..." Hash stopped talking.
Zhao Moyan looked up at him, and Hash smiled and said, "Want to know? It's about which of your ex-wives."
“Speak!” Zhao Moyan said.
"Want to know? Not so easy. Hand over the border map first, and I'll tell you!"
"Speak!" Zhao Moyan stepped forward, grabbed his neck, and glared at him.
Hash was startled. He had originally intended to probe for connections, but instead, he was terrified by this man's terrifying presence. He stammered, "You...you...well, it's alright to tell you. She gave birth at your funeral, a little prince. Isn't that interesting? Giving birth to the emperor's son in her ex-husband's hall! Ha! Ha! Ha!"
Upon hearing this, Zhao Moyan's pupils dilated, and he gripped Hash even tighter. Seeing this, Hash quickly ordered his men to stop Zhao Moyan. Zhao Moyan was restrained by several guards, and only then did he slowly calm down. However, more and more doubts arose in his mind. No, he had to find a way to escape. He had to ask Tian Yu in person why she did this and how she was doing now.
Hash continued to try to persuade Zhao Moyan to submit every day, but Zhao Moyan remained unmoved. Finally, the king lost his patience and angrily ordered his men to lock Zhao Moyan in a cell, tie him to a wooden stake, and begin to torture him severely. No matter how he was tortured, Zhao Moyan remained unyielding. This courage and perseverance impressed the king of Mongolia, who became even more determined to subdue Zhao Moyan.
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