Aunt Lin couldn't bear the successive blows and was finally carried back to the Song Mansion.
Rumors were spreading in the capital city, and there was no shortage of people in taverns and teahouses talking about the fact that he had murdered his wife. Their tone was filled with fear and anger, and there were always disagreements when discussing the matter.
Some people think that there is nothing wrong with Zhao Nanyu's behavior. After all, Song Luan had cheated on him and humiliated him many times in the past. She was an unfaithful woman with vicious thoughts and methods, so he should just kill her.
Only a faint voice spoke for Song Luan, criticizing Zhao Nanyu for being too cruel. After all, she was his wife with whom he had slept for many years. If she was unfaithful to his husband, he could just divorce her. Why take her life? After all, she was a beautiful woman who gave birth to a son for him. She was so heartless that she didn't acknowledge any old feelings.
Furthermore, if this matter gets out, no matter how good-looking his child is, who would dare to marry their daughter to him as a second wife in the future?
I don’t know how much Zhao Nanyu hated his deceased wife for ruining his own future to this extent.
Zhao Nanyu was quite favored by the new emperor. In just a few months, he eliminated many dissidents, cleared out snobs, and killed them all in the court. Many people want to make an article about this incident.
There were many courageous civil servants who were authorized to hand over the memorial about his wife's murder to the new emperor. The new emperor just smiled slightly after reading it, put the memorial aside, and lazily replied with a few words, "I know."
At noon that day, Zhao Nanyu was urgently summoned into the palace.
All the spectators were waiting to see the show.
Zhao Nanyu's face was a sickly pale color, and there was no trace of blood on his lips. The court robes looked much more empty on him.
The new emperor pointed at the memorial on the table with a smile on his face and told him as if it were a joke, "These old bastards really want you dead. But what you did was too blatant."
He smiled and continued, "It's not good to have a reputation of killing your wife, whether it's now or in the past."
Moreover, didn’t he remember that Zhao Nanyu liked his wife very much? I have been very concerned about it in the past six months.
The new emperor remembered that Zhao Nanyu had taken great care of his wife in the past few months, and even he rarely kept him in the palace for a long time. The new emperor also heard that Song Luan was in poor health and seemed to be sick, but after seeing many imperial doctors, he was still helpless.
He patted Zhao Nanyu on the shoulder and sighed, "You have never been an impatient person, why are you so reckless this time?"
It was obvious that Song Luan would not live long, so why did he insist on doing this? If you don't like her, just watch her die. There are inconsistencies and I can't understand it.
Zhao Nanyu's hand rested lightly on his chest. He seemed to be injured as well. He looked very weak. His eyes were dark and empty. "She is in so much pain. I can't bear to see her continue to suffer."
I couldn't sleep all night. I fainted from the pain in the middle of the night and woke up from the pain again.
Song Luan was crying in her dreams.
The new emperor was surprised. "It's a pity that such a healthy person fell ill like this."
An unintentional word was like a sharp knife, stabbing Zhao Nanyu's heart accurately.
It wasn't someone else who wanted to harm Song Luan, he was the one who wanted her dead in the beginning.
The new emperor had never seen Zhao Nanyu in such a sorrowful state. He was so weak that he seemed like he would collapse at any time. It was as if he was in so much grief that his voice was hoarse and it was difficult to hear what he said.
The new emperor didn't know how to comfort him. He originally called him over to remind him not to go too far. It was easy to take a person's life, but he must remember to keep a low profile. He couldn't let the whole capital know about it.
But seeing Zhao Nanyu's current state, he couldn't say anything more.
The palace servant bowed and entered from the side hall, whispering a few words in the new emperor's ear. The new emperor sneered a few times, his face fierce, "She doesn't want to eat? Then don't send her food for the next three days. If she is very hungry, she will naturally be willing to eat."
The palace servants received the order and immediately retreated.
The new emperor still had a lot of messy things to deal with. He was in a bad mood and full of anger. He asked, "Would you like to drink?"
Zhao Nanyu shook his head gently, "I still have to go back and teach Shige'er his lessons."
The new emperor pondered for a while, then said, "Bring him in someday. I like this child very much, too."
Not that he likes it.
I just thought that Ayun liked it, and maybe when she saw Shi Ge'er, she would be in a good mood and would not be angry with him anymore.
He has always been rude in his actions. If she doesn't obey, she can't be forced to do so.
Zhao Nanyu didn't even blink, "Then go to the Zhao Mansion to see him yourself."
Zhao Nanyu is the only one in the world who dares to speak to him like this.
Song Luan's body was burned in a fire. No one knew how the fire started in her house. By the time everyone reacted, the fire was so fierce that the beams of the house were burned off.
Their faces turned pale and they hurried to get water. The fire burned Song Luan's bedroom completely and her body was burned to ashes.
The people below looked at Zhao Nanyu, not daring to breathe, fearing that they would be the next to die.
The timid maidservant sobbed softly, her whole body shaking uncontrollably, and the whimpering sound broke the silence.
Zhao Nanyu turned around and stared at her with a pair of dark eyes. "Why are you crying?"
The maidservant wiped her tears and hiccuped at the same time. She was so frightened that she couldn't speak a word and fell to her knees with a thud.
He was so terrifying at this moment, as gloomy as a demon that had just crawled out of hell.
Even a casual glance towards you is extremely terrifying.
Zhao Nanyu stared at the ruins in front of him with lifeless eyes. His chest was covered with wounds. He waved his hand and said, "Clean it up."
From then on, no one in the Zhao Mansion dared to mention Song Luan's name anymore, and her name seemed to have become a taboo.
Zhao Nanyu looked no different from before. Zhao Chao knew that his second brother's heart was dead, completely dead, just like that day when his second brother drank too much and asked him for the Tianqing poison like a madman.
He said, "I also want to experience what kind of pain it is."
I want to taste the punishment for my sins.
Of course Zhao Chao would not give it to him, and he advised: "Second brother, you still have Shi Ge'er. What will he do if you are like this? He is only five years old this year."
Zhao Nanyu smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't die." His voice was hoarse, "She will come back."
No one could take her away from him, no one.
After waking up, Zhao Nanyu returned to his cold and noble appearance, with an icy temperament that made it difficult to approach him.
A month later, Shi Ge'er fell ill.
This disease came on more violently and more rapidly than any other before.
Zhao Nanyu was worried about the others, so he stayed by his bed and held the child in his arms. Under the candlelight, he stared at Shigere intently. The child's appearance actually did not look like Song Luan, only his eyes could vaguely reveal her charm.
Zhao Nanyu's eyes became sore just by looking at him. She liked to look at him with innocent eyes the most, and every time she acted coquettishly, she would shake his sleeves with a charming look.
Shi Ge'er murmured a few words, but Zhao Nanyu couldn't hear clearly.
Zhao Nanyu knew how much this child depended on his mother. Shige'er had a cold personality, but he was as soft as a bun in front of his mother. He would listen to everything she said and was well-behaved and sensible.
In the second half of the night, the temperature on Shige'er's forehead finally dropped. Zhao Nanyu felt a little headache. He had not slept much in these days. Even though it was late at night, he was still not sleepy.
Song Luan loved Shi Ge'er very much. If he knew that the child was sick, he would definitely blame him for not taking good care of him.
As the sky brightened, Shige opened his eyes and said in a soft and affectionate voice, "Daddy."
Zhao Nanyu placed her palm on his forehead and said, "The fever is gone."
People who are sick are always more vulnerable. Shige threw himself into his arms, tears streaming down his eyes, falling onto his sleeves one by one. "I dreamed of my mother. I missed her so much."
Zhao Nanyu also missed her very much. He patted his head soothingly and said, "Then don't get sick easily. Your mother will be distressed when she comes back and sees you."
Zhao Nanyu had even made up his mind that when Song Luan came back, he would keep a close eye on her and never give her the chance to leave him, even if she died, she would lie by his side.
The story of the little princess kept drilling into Song Luan's mind. She dreamed about it for five consecutive days. On the sixth day, she couldn't stand it anymore and rushed downstairs. The young man in Taoist robes was still sitting in that position.
The man was not at all surprised by her appearance. As expected, he asked, "Did you remember?"
She had no memory of it, really.
Every time I think about it, I feel sad for a long time.
Song Luan was a little angry, and she took out her awkward anger on the young man, "Why do you have to be a charlatan when you are so young?"
The man always looked compassionate, "You will come back."
This is a fate that cannot be stopped.
She would remember everything.
She would also fall in love with everyone except Zhao Nanyu, but she would never have feelings for him again. The young man felt that this was his gift to her.
Song Luan didn't want to talk to him anymore and turned away.
Suddenly, Song Luan felt a pain in the back of her head, her vision went dark, and she fainted.
When she opened her eyes again, Song Luan found herself lying in a back alley. She looked up and saw an antique house. Her eyes were blank and innocent, and she had no idea what was going on.
Having traveled through time once, she was able to remain calm this time. I took a look at the clothes she was wearing. They were nice, ancient costumes.
Song Luan slowly climbed up with the help of the wall, and ran to the river without thinking. A familiar face was reflected in the river. It was her own appearance, exactly the same as the face of the previous body.
Did she travel back in time again? Last time it was the soul that traveled through time, this time it was the body as well.
But this world is clearly a false world, a world that lives in the author's pen.
Song Luan walked on the street in a daze, not knowing where to go. Her appearance was very eye-catching on the street, so she couldn't help but quicken her pace.
Suddenly, a sedan chair rushed out from the corner. Song Luan retreated too hastily and fell to the ground. The servant carrying the sedan chair hurried forward, helped her up politely, and apologized in a low voice, "Miss, I'm really sorry."
When Song Luan raised his face, the servant screamed in fear, "Ah... ghost!"
He trembled as he crawled back. The man in the sedan chair said in an unhappy tone, "What are you talking about?"
"Master... yes, it's Miss Song... the ghost of the third Miss has come to visit..."
The third daughter of the Song family has been dead for several months. The Song and Zhao families have completely fallen out and no longer have any contact with each other. It seems that the Song family is not even willing to recognize their nephew. In short, the two families are like water and fire, and it's either you or me.
Zhao Wenyan rubbed his brows and said, "Nonsense, be careful with your mouth."
"Master, I really didn't say anything nonsense. If you don't believe me...if you don't believe me, come out and see...it's really her."
Song Luan also understood. Coincidentally, the person sitting in the sedan chair was Zhao Nanyu's younger brother, Zhao Wenyan.
She was a little at a loss. To be honest, she hadn't figured out how to explain it to him.
Zhao Wenyan opened the curtain, his eyebrows sharp, and when he saw the person in front of him, he was surprised and said in disbelief: "Second... Second sister-in-law!?"
Song Heqing felt a little dizzy, and pinched her shoulders. It took him a long time to calm down. His face was pale, and he stammered, "You...you are not..."
Isn't she dead? The bodies were not burned.
He had seen her corpse with his own eyes, so who was this person in front of him now? It's impossible that there is someone who looks exactly like his second sister-in-law, right?
Song Luan waved his hand away and ran away before he could react. She hadn't figured out what to do yet, but she was taken back to the Zhao family by Zhao Wenyan. What should she do if she was treated like a monster?
She can fool the rest.
But how could she fool Zhao Nanyu? She was stabbed to death by him! He knows best whether she is dead or not! As soon as he goes back, he will be exposed. Song Luan doesn't even think about it. If a person with such a bad temper as the male protagonist knows that he is just a character in a book, he will probably go crazy and destroy the world.
So Song Luan ran away.
Before Zhao Wenyan could chase her, she disappeared. The servant spoke cautiously and asked, "Master, let's go and tell the young master about this."
Zhao Wenyan thought for a moment and said, "No, I can't tell my brother."
He doesn't believe in resurrection.
Moreover, if this person was really his second sister-in-law, the way she fled showed that she didn't want to go back to the Zhao family.
He didn't want to go back to his brother.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
