Back at Xiazhi Garden, Zi'an wanted to examine Yuan, but Yuan held her hand and said, "Zi'an, go to sleep first. We'll talk tomorrow if there's anything."
"No, I'll..."
"Be obedient, you need a good sleep now." Yuan insisted.
Zi'an looked at her pale but stubborn face, knowing that she was pitying him, so he agreed and went back to his room first.
Xiaosun's injuries have healed, and Nanny Yang is taking good care of him. When Zi'an is not at home, no one dares to come here to cause trouble.
Nanny Yang didn't ask a single question. After serving Zi'an, she left.
Zi'an was very tired and sleepy, but his mind was racing.
The matter of the dagger puzzled her, but she did not delve into it further because no matter how powerful the dagger was, it was now in her hands.
She did not think about the next action of the Prime Minister's Mansion towards her. In fact, this was the most important issue to think about. However, what she was worried about now was Murong Jie's return to the palace.
Putting all the things together, the mastermind behind the second group of killers is about to be revealed. How should he face it
Before he came back, he heard them talking about mobilizing troops and bandaging his wounds better. Did he know that there might be a fierce fight after he returned home
What Zi'an expected was actually almost right.
After Murong Jie killed those assassins, Prince Nan Huai left first. Before the news in the palace spread out, he ordered people to spread the news that those assassins were killed by Murong Jie.
Therefore, after Murong Jie left the palace, he was immediately ambushed.
King Nan Huai stood on the city wall, watching the fighting below.
He knew that Murong Jie was well prepared and was definitely capable of escaping from this ambush, but this ambush was indeed necessary. If he killed one more person tonight, he would have one more enemy. These assassins were all organized and did not act alone.
"Your Highness, let's go back!" A woman in white clothes quietly appeared behind him and gently held his hand. The moonlight shone on the woman's beautiful face, almost freezing the moonlight.
Regent's Palace.
The noble concubine sat in the main hall of her courtyard. All the white lanterns that had been hung up in the mansion were taken down. What happened in the palace had already reached her ears.
Her hands have been shaking since she got the news.
She didn't like the feeling that everything was out of her control. The out-of-control situation made her panic and anxious for no reason.
Xia Zian's life was the most ironic stimulation to her.
The two guards knelt in front of her, trembling. They never thought that Xia Zian could still be alive. She didn't know martial arts, and jumping off the cliff would clearly be a dead end, but she came back alive.
The concubine sighed softly, "Didn't you come back to tell me that Xia Zian had fallen off the cliff and died? Why is she still alive?"
If Xia Zian was not alive, according to Ajie's injuries, it would be impossible to save him. He died in the mansion, and his wounds were all treated with elixirs, which could also take his life.
She asked, her tone indescribably gentle, without a trace of hostility between her brows, not even a hint of complaint.
"Noble Concubine, we really saw Xia Zian fall off the cliff..." The thin guard argued, but did not dare to say anything more, because it was an indisputable fact that Xia Zian was back alive.
The noble concubine rubbed her brows with her hand and said to Aunt Sizhu, "Take him away and leave his body intact!"
After hearing this, the two guards collapsed to the ground. Neither of them begged for mercy because they both knew that begging for mercy was useless and would only anger the concubine and make their deaths even more miserable.
Aunt Sizhu raised her hand and signaled someone to come in and drag the two of them away.
Two muffled sounds were heard at the gate of the mansion, and then there was no movement.
A servant came with water and washed the bright red blood on the stone steps. The blood flowed down the steps and seeped into the locust tree in the yard.
This locust tree was grown with blood. It had lush branches and leaves, and a thick trunk. It was almost impossible for two people to hug it.
"I want to go out and sit in the yard, waiting for my son to come back!" The noble concubine stood up, her steps a little unsteady.
She sat on a lounge chair under the locust tree, leaning back, half lying down and looking at the moonlight in the sky. The stars were dim and almost invisible.
Aunt Sizhu had been standing behind her. The bloody smell entered her nose and made her almost vomit.
"Only when I smell the bloody odor do I feel at ease." The noble concubine sighed softly again.
Aunt Sizhu said, "Tiffany, why don't you go back and rest early."
"No, my son will be back soon, just wait here." The corners of the Imperial Concubine's mouth showed a pale smile, "The year he was born, I was named Imperial Concubine by the late Emperor, and I placed all my hopes on him. However, as he grew older, his true nature became apparent, and I knew he was unreliable. But I was still willing to spend my efforts on him, Sizhu, do you know? As long as he says he is willing to ascend the throne, I will help him at all costs, clear all obstacles for him, and let him ascend the throne of the emperor with glory and splendor."
Aunt Sizhu said softly, "Everyone has their own aspirations!"
The noble concubine laughed, and her laughter was a little scary. "Listen, he is back, and he is covered in blood. He must have experienced a bloody battle. He is the winner and has come to see his failed mother."
Aunt Sizhu looked outside and shook her head, "The prince hasn't come back yet."
The noble concubine slowly closed her eyes, "Really? I smelled the blood and thought he was back. No matter, I will wait. He will come to settle accounts with me eventually. I want him to understand that all his mistakes are due to his lack of initiative."
She fell asleep and had a dream. In the dream, there was a little boy who always held her hand and took her to play by the lake. The little boy’s smile was so innocent!
He said: "Mother, I will build you a wooden house by the lake so that you can watch the rippling water of the lake every day."
She wanted to say no to the cabin, she had never wanted any.
Waking up suddenly, she was a little dazed and subconsciously wanted to look for Aunt Sizhu.
"Mother is awake?" A cold voice sounded in her ears. She trembled all over and turned around to see someone sitting next to her. He was wrapped in an icy breath and a strong smell of blood rushed into her nose. This time, she did not think the smell of blood was pleasant, but felt indescribably disgusting.
She slowly leaned back into the chair, as if curling up in a recliner was the safest position.
"It's great that you're back!" She sighed softly, turned her head to look at him, and then reached out to touch his face. "I just had a dream. I dreamed that you said you would build a wooden house for me by the lake, with beautiful scenery."
Murong Jie was peeling a pear in his hand, the skin and flesh separated very thoroughly, his voice was low and full of indescribable loneliness, "At that time, I didn't know that my mother didn't care about the wooden house by the lake."
"Even if you knew that your mother cherished something, you would not fight for it." She laughed softly, and the past flashed through her mind like a dream, accompanied by a hint of murderous intent in her eyes that suddenly rose and disappeared.
(End of this chapter)