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Chapter 123

Xie Zheng apparently had no intention of letting Tang Peiyi and the others learn that a descendant of Crown Prince Chengde was still alive.

To prevent any leaks, he temporarily hid Yu Qianqian and her son in a secluded estate outside the city.

When Changning heard that Bao’er was in Jizhou, she immediately insisted on seeing him. Thinking it would be good for the two children to have each other as companions, Fan Changyu informed Xie Zheng and then brought Changning to the estate.

To Fan Changyu’s surprise, the two children did not immediately run off to play together after reuniting.

Instead, both stood there with red-rimmed eyes, neither saying a word.

Fan Changyu teased Changning.

“Didn’t you keep insisting on coming to see Bao’er? Why aren’t you saying anything now that you’ve seen him?”

Changning tugged on a corner of Fan Changyu’s sleeve. After pressing her lips together for a moment, she finally looked at Yu Bao’er, who was standing beside Yu Qianqian.

“I didn’t lie to you. I said my sister and brother-in-law would come save you, didn’t I?”

Both Fan Changyu and Yu Qianqian smiled.

Only Yu Bao’er nodded quietly.

“I know.”

Yu Qianqian turned to Fan Changyu.

“It’s been a long time since they’ve seen each other. They seem a little awkward. Let them play by themselves for a while. They’ll be back to normal soon enough.”

She invited Fan Changyu inside for tea, leaving the two children to themselves in the courtyard.

The estate was spacious, and guards stood watch outside, so there was little chance of anything happening.

Changning stared at the ground and nudged it with the toe of her shoe, looking unhappy.

Not because of anything serious.

It was simply that the Yu Bao’er who had once been the same height as her had somehow grown half a head taller during the six months they had been apart.

Shaking a pile of small trinkets in her hands, she stuffed them all into Bao’er’s arms.

“Uncle Zhao made these new grass butterflies and crickets for me. You can have them all.”

Unsure what had upset her, Bao’er asked,

“After that man took you away, he didn’t hit you, did he?”

The moment the subject turned to how Sui Yuanqing had taken her to the battlefield, Changning suddenly became animated.

Sitting on a stone stool, she gestured wildly with her hands.

“He was really scary! He put me on a horse taller than several of me stacked together and rode through the mountains at night. Lots of people died. The ghosts on the mountain cried in the wind all night long…”

Bao’er’s expression darkened.

“He took you to a battlefield?”

Only then did Changning remember that the place where everyone had been fighting was called a battlefield.

She nodded vigorously.

“Luckily my brother-in-law came to save me. That bad guy couldn’t beat my brother-in-law, so he threw me into the air and tried to stab me with that spear of his. Then my brother-in-law knocked him back with a weapon thicker than a pillar!”

As she spoke, she stretched her arms wide to demonstrate just how thick it had supposedly been.

Bao’er tried to imagine Xie Zheng swinging a giant pillar while riding a horse.

After a moment, he frowned and finally said what she clearly wanted to hear.

“Your brother-in-law is really impressive.”

Changning immediately puffed out her chest proudly.

“My sister is the most impressive. Brother-in-law is second.”

“Don’t be afraid anymore. If bad people come again, I’ll protect you!”

“My sister is a general now. She commands lots of people!”

“Uncle Xie Wu, Uncle Xie Qi, Uncle Qin…”

Inside the house, Fan Changyu and Yu Qianqian chatted while occasionally glancing outside.

The two children sat on the steps, fiddling with their toys and whispering among themselves.

Yu Qianqian smiled.

“Bao’er used to be very outgoing. During the time he was imprisoned in Prince Changxin’s Manor, I don’t know what he went through.”

“When I saw him again, he rarely smiled and barely spoke.”

“I heard they even found playmates for him, but he wouldn’t interact with any of them.”

“Seeing him get along with Ningniang again puts my mind at ease.”

Fan Changyu nodded.

“Maybe he was frightened.”

Yu Qianqian sighed softly.

“In this life, I have no other wishes.”

“The only thing I truly worry about is Bao’er.”

Hearing the concern in her voice, Fan Changyu comforted her.

“Don’t worry. Bao’er isn’t some rebel’s descendant now. He’s the descendant of Crown Prince Chengde. No one would dare harm him.”

Yu Qianqian smiled bitterly.

“Do you really think the Emperor in the palace can tolerate a descendant of Crown Prince Chengde?”

The question left Fan Changyu speechless.

The Li family had already allied themselves with Qi Min and intended to force the young Emperor to abdicate.

To him, any descendant of Crown Prince Chengde was probably a thorn in his side.

After only a brief silence, Fan Changyu said,

“I’ll do everything I can to protect you both.”

Her impression of the Emperor had never been favorable.

Back when the rebellion had not yet been suppressed, he had nearly sentenced her\u2014a loyal military officer\u2014to death simply so Xie Zheng could marry the Grand Princess without concern.

Whether someone was loyal or not seemed irrelevant to him.

Anyone who stood in his way had to be removed.

As for Qi Min, he had been willing to work with the Li family and treat the lives of countless soldiers as disposable pieces in a scheme to bring down Wei Yan.

Fan Changyu found it equally difficult to believe he would become a good emperor.

Perhaps because she had spent most of her life as an ordinary commoner worrying only about survival, she respected imperial authority but had never developed blind loyalty toward it.

After returning that day, she went specifically to find Xie Zheng.

He was seated behind a desk, dealing with a mountain of official documents.

Fan Changyu sat nearby, lost in thought.

Xie Zheng glanced at her.

“Something on your mind?”

Fan Changyu asked,

“What if the Emperor wants to kill Bao’er?”

Xie Zheng let out a cold laugh.

“At the moment, he can barely protect himself.”

He handed her a letter that had arrived from the capital.

The official language was difficult for Fan Changyu to decipher.

After struggling through it and finally understanding its contents, her eyes widened.

“The Li family wants Qi Min to appear publicly now?”

The letter described how officials from the Imperial Astronomical Bureau had observed strange movements among the stars associated with imperial destiny.

Several elderly court ministers had also claimed that the late Emperor had appeared in their dreams, weeping as he lamented that Crown Prince Chengde’s descendants were still wandering among the common people.

Rumors had spread throughout the capital that the Imperial Grandson had survived.

People were also claiming that the floods and droughts of recent years were signs that Heaven disapproved of the current Emperor.

The populace had long been dissatisfied with Wei Yan’s control over the government.

The young Emperor was widely regarded as weak and incompetent.

Now they finally had an outlet for their frustrations.

Voices throughout the capital called for Crown Prince Chengde’s descendant to inherit the throne as the rightful successor.

The Emperor had once relied on the Li family to restrain Wei Yan.

Now that the Li family had turned against him, the little authority he still possessed was insufficient to topple anyone.

Xie Zheng spoke with near certainty.

“Wei Yan is setting a trap as well.”

“The moment the Li family reveals all its cards will be the moment Wei Yan closes his net.”

\u2014

Capital City, Imperial Palace.

The memorials had long since been scattered across the floor beneath the Dragon Throne in the Imperial Study.

Every cup and ornament that could be smashed had already been smashed.

“They’re rebelling! All of them are rebelling!”

With nothing left to throw, Emperor Qi Sheng overturned the dragon desk itself.

His wide imperial robes dragged across the floor.

Accidentally stepping on them, he stumbled and fell, splitting open the skin on his forehead against the steps.

His current fury stood in stark contrast to the joy he had felt when the Li family first submitted memorials attacking Wei Yan.

Now he finally understood.

The Li family had never been acting on his behalf.

They had harbored ambitions of their own all along.

The eunuch attending him hurried forward in panic.

“Your Majesty! Your Majesty, are you injured?”

Qi Sheng shoved him away violently.

Pointing at him, he hissed,

“I know. None of you have ever treated me as the true Son of Heaven.”

“I know it all…”

His expression was savage, as though he wanted to devour someone alive.

Ignoring the cuts on his knees from shattered porcelain, the eunuch immediately knelt and declared his loyalty.

“Your Majesty, this old servant’s loyalty is known to Heaven and Earth!”

Qi Sheng paid him no attention.

Instead, he muttered to himself,

“Xie Zheng dared reject my decree.”

“Now the Li family wants another puppet to replace me…”

Suddenly his face twisted with madness.

“I am the true Son of Heaven!”

“No one but me will sit on that throne!”

The eunuch stared in horror.

For a brief moment, he genuinely wondered whether the Emperor had lost his mind.

Yet Qi Sheng merely began pacing around the Imperial Study.

His golden crown sat crooked on his head, but he did not seem to notice.

“There’s still a way…”

“There must still be a way…”

The eunuch quietly attempted to slip away.

He had nearly reached the door when Qi Sheng’s voice suddenly rang out behind him.

“Where are you going?”

Cold sweat instantly drenched his body.

Fortunately, years of service before the throne kept him from stammering.

“This servant… saw that Your Majesty was troubled and wished to prepare some tea.”

“Is that so?”

Qi Sheng sounded unconvinced.

Taking the treasured Longquan sword from a nearby weapon rack, he dragged the blade along the steps as he approached.

The old eunuch nearly collapsed from fear.

“Your Majesty, I truly was only going to prepare tea…”

Qi Sheng smiled.

“If you’re making tea, then make tea.”

“Why are you trembling so much?”

The sword plunged into the eunuch’s leg.

A scream erupted instantly.

At that moment, the malice boiling inside Qi Sheng finally found an outlet.

Every pore in his body seemed to relax.

In an excellent mood, he stabbed the eunuch again.

Only when blood had splattered across his yellow dragon robe did he laugh in satisfaction.

“What a beautiful color.”

“No wonder those eight hundred cavalrymen under Xie Zheng are called the Blood-Clad Cavalry.”

The old eunuch was already convulsing in agony.

Using both hands and feet, he desperately tried to crawl away.

Qi Sheng, however, seemed to have discovered a fascinating new toy.

Treating the sword like a cleaver, he gripped it with both hands and hacked repeatedly at the eunuch’s body.

Like chopping firewood.

Like cutting melons.

Driven by nothing but pure rage.

The eunuch’s pleas gradually faded.

Eventually, he could no longer make a sound.

Blood, flesh, and fragments of bone splattered across the palace floor.

Only when his arms grew tired did Qi Sheng finally stop.

Looking at the mangled pile of flesh that remained, he tossed aside the sword and summoned younger eunuchs to clean up the mess.

Then he returned to the throne and sat down to catch his breath.

The eunuchs who entered the hall turned pale at the sight.

Many immediately vomited.

Watching their horrified expressions, Qi Sheng found it amusing.

At last, he laughed freely.

“Eunuch Gao harbored disloyal thoughts toward me. He deserved to die.”

“Anyone else who dares be disloyal will meet the same fate!”

The young eunuchs immediately fell to their knees and swore loyalty.

Qi Sheng gazed at them in satisfaction.

For the first time in a long while, he felt completely refreshed.

This was the taste of power he had always craved.

One day, the Li family and the Xie family would kneel before him just like this, begging for mercy.

But until then, he would have to continue enduring.

After venting his rage, Qi Sheng finally regained his composure.

His face darkened.

“Someone.”

“Help me change my clothes.”

\u2014

The autumn nights were growing colder.

Cicadas cried mournfully in the darkness.

Ever since the Li family accused him of colluding with rebels, Wei Yan had stopped attending court, citing illness.

Moonlight blanketed the stone paths of his courtyard in silver, as though an early snowfall had arrived.

A single lamp glowed through the study window.

Passing through layers of elite guards, an attendant entered and bowed to the elderly man seated before a low table, playing chess against himself.

“Prime Minister, an important guest has arrived.”

Interrupted mid-game, Wei Yan slowly lifted his heavily wrinkled eyelids.

The candlelight beside the board illuminated his imposing features.

“I already said I won’t see anyone.”

The attendant respectfully raised an object for him to inspect.

It was a white jade ring engraved with a dragon.

The Emperor’s personal ornament.

Wei Yan glanced at it only once before returning his attention to the chessboard.

The item clearly held no significance in his eyes.

He had already remembered the move he intended to make.

Picking up a black stone between two thin fingers, he placed it onto the board.

The entire battle instantly shifted.

Only then did he say,

“After studying under that old fox Li for so many years, he still can’t keep his composure.”

The attendant did not dare respond.

He simply waited.

Wei Yan finally said,

“Since he’s already here, let him in.”

A short while later, Qi Sheng appeared outside the study wearing ordinary clothes beneath a large cloak.

As he attempted to enter, the guards crossed their halberds and blocked his path.

His face darkened.

Standing there for a moment, he thought of what the Li family intended to do.

Immediately abandoning any concern for dignity, he began crying loudly.

“Prime Minister, save me!”

“The Li family wants to depose me and install another ruler!”

No response came from inside.

Through the silhouette visible behind the paper-covered door, Qi Sheng could tell that Wei Yan was still calmly playing chess alone.

Grinding his teeth, Qi Sheng continued pleading through tears.

“Prime Minister, I’ll listen to you.”

“Everything before was because the Li family deceived me.”

“I know now that only you have always been loyal to me.”

“They’re even trying to frame you for colluding with rebels.”

“I’ll clear your name as well!”

He said every flattering thing he could think of.

Yet the figure inside acted as though he had heard nothing.

Only then did real fear grip him.

The thought of losing the throne\u2014or being quietly killed afterward\u2014terrified him.

His pleas became increasingly desperate.

At some point, the study door opened.

Through the cold autumn wind came Wei Yan’s deep and authoritative voice.

“Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven.”

“You should conduct yourself with the dignity of one.”

Qi Sheng immediately looked up.

Wei Yan stood in the doorway wearing only a plain robe.

Yet he carried himself like a towering mountain.

Like a drowning man spotting a lifeline, Qi Sheng pleaded again.

“Prime Minister, save me…”

Wei Yan cut him off coldly.

“Have the rebels reached the capital?”

“Has Li Sui forced his way into the palace?”

Li Sui was Grand Tutor Li’s personal name.

Qi Sheng could not answer.

Years of fearing Wei Yan had become instinctive.

“The imperial city still stands.”

“The palace remains secure.”

“What exactly are you afraid of, Your Majesty?”

Wei Yan continued.

His voice was not loud.

Yet it left Qi Sheng struggling to breathe.

Still, those words reassured him somewhat.

Pretending to be a frightened child, he lowered his head.

“It was I who behaved improperly tonight.”

Wei Yan turned around.

“Then Your Majesty should return to the palace.”

The study door began closing.

“Prime Minister!”

Qi Sheng shouted.

An attendant stepped forward and gestured politely for him to leave.

The gesture itself, however, carried unmistakable force.

Staring at the closing door, Qi Sheng cried out,

“It was you who placed me on the throne seventeen years ago.”

“I know only you will always stand with me.”

“You’re the only person in this world I trust.”

Eventually, his voice faded into the distance.

It seemed he had finally been escorted away.

Inside the study, Wei Yan sat before the chessboard.

For perhaps the first time in years, a trace of profound disgust surfaced in his otherwise unreadable eyes.

Whether he was disgusted by Qi Sheng\u2014

Or by how much Qi Sheng’s lies reminded him of someone else\u2014

Even he might not have known.

After a long silence, he finally spoke.

“Since the Li family wants the Imperial Grandson to appear before the world…”

“Release one piece of bait from the dungeon.”

“If he truly is Crown Prince Chengde’s descendant, he won’t remain indifferent.”

\u2014

Xie Zheng had been extremely busy lately.

Fan Changyu rarely saw him, even in the military camp.

When she occasionally tried to inquire indirectly through Tang Peiyi, he always claimed not to know anything.

Yet the way he looked at her made her uncomfortable enough that she dared not press further.

The army was preparing to enter the capital, where meritorious soldiers would receive rewards and promotions.

Tang Peiyi, Deputy General He, and the others were occupied with the arrangements, leaving Fan Changyu free to relax.

That night, while sleeping in her room, she sensed someone approaching.

Without making a sound, she adjusted her breathing.

The moment the intruder came within reach of the bed, she grabbed his wrist and twisted it behind his back.

Just as she was about to pin him down, he hooked her behind the knee and threw off her balance.

The next thing she knew, both of them had fallen together.

Once Xie Zheng pulled her into his arms, he refused to let go.

His voice carried faint exhaustion.

“Your vigilance is pretty good.”

The instant she felt his arms around her waist, Fan Changyu knew who it was.

She struggled twice but failed to break free.

Finally, she jabbed him in the chest with her elbow.

“Where have you been these past few days?”

Hearing the question, Xie Zheng opened his eyes in the darkness.

“You were looking for me?”

Ever since they had reconciled, Fan Changyu rarely sought him out except for official matters.

Embarrassed at being caught, she replied,

“I just noticed you hadn’t shown up for several days and asked casually.”

Xie Zheng did not expose her.

Instead, he stole two quick kisses before loosening his hold.

“There were some matters I needed to handle. I went to gather people and make arrangements.”

“What matters?”

Fan Changyu asked.

While speaking, Xie Zheng casually began loosening her clothing.

“News arrived from the capital.”

“One of the officers who transported grain with your grandfather years ago didn’t die.”

“We’ve learned he was secretly imprisoned by Wei Yan all this time.”

The mention of the grain convoy instantly captured her full attention.

Only when a cool draft touched her shoulder did she realize what Xie Zheng was doing.

Immediately, she smacked his hand.

“What are you doing?”

Xie Zheng looked somewhat wronged.

He placed a small iron box in her hand.

“I had someone find this scar-removal ointment for you.”

“I came specifically to apply it.”

Fan Changyu glared at him.

“I can apply medicine myself.”

“What kind of behavior is it to start undressing me without saying anything?”

For the past several days, Xie Zheng had personally traveled back to the Xie family estate in Huizhou to make arrangements and gather information.

He had been traveling day and night and was already exhausted.

Coming here tonight, he had only intended to deliver the ointment and get some sleep beside her.

Whenever his mind became overwhelmed these days, only being near her could calm him.

Yet seeing her react like a startled tiger cub made his eyes darken.

Pulling her into his arms, he kissed her from head to toe before finally biting her shoulder.

“You make me want you too much.”

The bite was not light.

Fan Changyu winced, then immediately grabbed his collar and bit him back.

He seemed to have bathed before coming.

There was no trace of sweat on him, only the faint scent of soap.

When her sharp teeth pressed into his shoulder, he let out a muffled sound and his entire body went rigid.

“Stop.”

His voice had already changed.

Unfortunately, it was nighttime, and he had been speaking softly from the beginning.

Fan Changyu failed to notice.

Still dissatisfied, she bit him again.

“You bite me all the time, you dog…”

The next moment, Xie Zheng flipped her over.

Their positions reversed.

Without saying a word, he looked at her once before lowering his head and kissing her fiercely.

One hand slipped inside the robe she had already partly loosened.

In the army, Fan Changyu usually bound her chest tightly for convenience.

At night, however, she removed the bindings.

Xie Zheng did not know this habit.

He had assumed she was wearing another layer beneath.

When his calloused hand unexpectedly encountered soft, warm skin, both of them froze.

Fan Changyu immediately tried to kick him.

Xie Zheng smoothly pinned her leg down.

As he buried his face against her neck, his breathing felt hot enough to burn.

Humiliated beyond words, she snapped,

“Get off me!”

Xie Zheng said nothing.

Then she felt his hand tighten slightly.

Her entire face burned.

“You’re shameless!”

The resulting struggle sounded as though they were trying to dismantle the bed.

At one point, someone’s foot struck the frame, making the entire bed creak dangerously.

Aunt Zhao happened to get up during the night and heard the commotion.

Knocking on the door, she called out,

“Changyu, what’s all that noise?”

Grinding her teeth, Fan Changyu answered,

“A mouse got into the room. I’m trying to catch it.”

Aunt Zhao sounded puzzled.

“Why aren’t you lighting a lamp?”

Forced to improvise, Fan Changyu replied,

“My eyesight is good enough without one. The mouse is already dead. Aunt Zhao, you should go back to sleep.”

Only after reminding her to rest early did Aunt Zhao finally leave.

By now, both of them were sweating.

Their limbs were tangled together, neither able to fully overpower the other.

Fan Changyu’s chest rose and fell rapidly.

Earlier, she had nearly torn open Xie Zheng’s robe while biting him.

Now one of his arms pinned hers behind her back while holding her against the bedding.

Every point where their skin touched felt unbearably hot.

Fan Changyu’s free hand pressed against his jaw.

The situation could only be described as mutual destruction.

Quietly, she suggested,

“I’ll count to three. Then we both let go.”

In a hoarse voice, Xie Zheng replied,

“Alright.”

Fan Changyu began counting.

“One… two… three!”

When she finished, neither of them moved.

Immediately, she accused him,

“You broke your promise!”

Xie Zheng replied calmly,

“Didn’t you do the same?”

Silence followed.

After a moment, Fan Changyu said,

“One of us has to compromise. Are you planning to stay like this all night?”

“…I wouldn’t necessarily mind.”

The answer nearly made her explode again.

“You wish! You’re always trying to take advantage of me!”

Xie Zheng’s voice was rough.

“The front of my robe was torn open by you.”

Fan Changyu glared furiously.

“That happened while we were fighting! It’s not because I had improper intentions toward you!”

After another brief silence, Xie Zheng suddenly said,

“I do have improper intentions toward you.”

Fan Changyu blinked.

She had not expected him to admit it so openly.

“At least you know it.”

To her surprise, he asked,

“So what should I do about it?”

“Obviously, let me go and get out of my room.”

Her hand still pressed against his jaw.

She had no idea how he managed it, but suddenly he turned his head, slipped free of her hold, and lightly bit her hand.

Looking down at her, he said,

“Keep dreaming.”

Fan Changyu nearly choked with indignation.

After all the wrestling, Xie Zheng seemed genuinely exhausted.

He kissed her shoulder twice, then helped straighten her clothes and wrapped his arms around her.

His voice was heavy with fatigue.

“Stop moving.”

“Let me hold you while I sleep.”

“I’ll leave at dawn.”

“I’ll be back in half a month.”

Hearing that he had only just returned and would be gone again for another two weeks, her irritation faded.

She finally stopped struggling.

“Where are you going?”

Lying on his side, his chin resting on her shoulder, Xie Zheng inhaled the familiar scent of her hair.

His answer came out muffled.

“I’m going to the capital.”

“Whether the information is true or false, it concerns the truth behind what happened in Jinzhou.”

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