Zhuangzhuang came to ask about Zian's condition and said worriedly, "The emperor's use of poison to treat illnesses always makes people feel uneasy. Zian, is this poison evil?"
Zi'an didn't know how to answer, so he could only comfort Zhuangzhuang, "There is no such thing as the right way or the wrong way when it comes to curing illness. Curing the illness is the right way."
"But poison can harm people."
"I don't know much about poison, so I don't know what methods Sun Fang'er uses to treat the disease. But if it is not based on harming the emperor's dragon body, and it can eventually cure the emperor, then there is nothing wrong with it."
Zhuangzhuang sighed softly, "Even though he treated me like this, I still don't want anything to happen to him."
Zi'an remained silent. She no longer had the same trust in the emperor as before.
"By the way," Zhuangzhuang said, "someone came to the prison earlier and said that the noble concubine had expressed her wish to see you."
"Want to see me?" Zi'an was stunned. "She should hate me, right? Why would she want to see me?"
"I don't know. It's up to you whether you want to go or not. I'm only worried about what the withdrawal of the Northern Desert troops actually means. The Emperor convened a court meeting today, and I don't know how the discussion went."
Zi'an frowned and said, "In fact, when marching and fighting, it is better to leave the decision to the marshal on the battlefield. He is thousands of miles away. Although he knows the military situation, he does not know the actual situation. It is inappropriate to make any decision. Moreover, if the emperor issues an imperial decree, if the marshal on the battlefield finds that there is an inappropriate change and changes his strategy in time, he will be guilty of deceiving the emperor. If he does not change his strategy, he will be defeated and will be punished as well."
"Yes, that's how war is. One general's success is the result of the sacrifice of hundreds of soldiers, but success is not permanent." Zhuangzhuang sighed.
"Let's not talk about this for now. We are not allowed to discuss politics in the harem, and this is a matter of national importance, so it is even more inappropriate to talk about it. As for the noble concubine, should I go and see her? Has the emperor given the right to deal with it to King Ye and King Liang?"
"No, the emperor has never expressed his opinion, nor has he let the ninth prince take over. He has only detained him. As for Prince Nan Huai, he has been left in the capital. I heard that the emperor plans to give him a mansion." Zhuang Zhuang smiled bitterly.
Zi'an was speechless. He was also given a mansion? Was this a plan to keep him here for a long time
This time I cried for four hours while asking for forgiveness, and it seemed worth it.
These waves of things coming one after another make people feel tired.
With her husband on the battlefield and disputes continuing in the court and palace, Zi'an is really exhausted.
"Zhuangzhuang, I really want to leave. This place makes me feel sad."
Zhuangzhuang was silent. Didn't she want to leave? Wasn't she heartbroken
But now Zi'an can leave, but she can't, because she is a member of the Murong family.
Even if I leave, I won't feel at ease.
"If you want to leave, then go ahead and find Lao Qi on the battlefield. Don't worry about anything else." Zhuangzhuang said.
Zi'an thought about it and felt the urge to do so. But after the urge passed, he slowly calmed down. How could she leave? Even if she left, she would have to come back. If Lao Qi didn't leave, she would have to stay.
The seventh brother is from the Murong family. He will not leave this mess to anyone. He has the tough blood of the Murong family in his bones and has to shoulder a lot of things.
Zi'an finally went to see the Noble Concubine. It was on the third day after Zhuangzhuang told her about it that she went to see the Noble Concubine.
The noble concubine was lying on the straw in the prison. She was smelly all over, pus and blood were oozing from her mouth, and her hands were charred, festering and bleeding. She just stared at the ceiling of the prison quietly, without a trace of spirit in her eyes.
When Zi'an came, his footsteps were very light, but she still heard them, turned her head and looked at Zi'an.
She laughed, a very strange laugh, her mouth wide open, revealing her severed tongue, with blood oozing from the corners of her mouth.
"You want to see me?" Zi'an suppressed the trembling in his heart. To be honest, seeing the noble concubine who had always been so high and mighty end up like this, Zi'an had an indescribable feeling in his heart.
In particular, she saw with her own eyes how King Nan Huai attacked her.
The noble concubine nodded, crawled to sit up, opened her mouth, and uttered a few syllables that did not form a sentence. She repeated it over and over again, bleeding as she spoke. Zi'an finally heard what she meant, "Kill Lao Ba!"
What is wrong with this world? The son wants to kill his mother, and the mother wants to kill her son. Even if there was a grudge in their previous life, it shouldn't be that serious.
Power really makes people lose their minds.
Zi'an asked the jailer to open the door, but the jailer hesitated and said, "Princess, she stinks. You'd better not go in, or you'll vomit."
"It's okay, go ahead, I have something to say to her." Zi'an said.
The jailer had no choice but to open the door and then retreat, covering his nose.
Zi'an went in, looked at her, then sat down on the straw, took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth.
The noble concubine looked at her strangely, as if she had no idea why she did this.
Zi'an spoke softly, "I don't want to see you, I hate you. You sent people to kill me and Lao Qi. I was very happy that you ended up like this, but I can't be happy because, after all, you are Lao Qi's mother. He never said that he had any feelings for you, but he said in his dream that he would build a lakeside cabin for you. He didn't forget the things in his dream, so I knew he had feelings for you, but you hurt him too deeply. You sent people to kill him. In order to stand in the so-called highest position, where did you put your own son? No child can accept that his mother would kill him. This is a nightmare. Following... A lifetime nightmare. Of course, you also got retribution. You were also hurt and harmed by your own son. The son you have always protected turned around and treated you like this. Isn’t it a punishment? But some people are very happy about your end, thinking that you deserve it and that you deserve this retribution, but will Lao Qi be happy? If he sees your end, will he be happy? Will he think that his great revenge has been avenged? Between mother and son, you have fallen to this point. You deserve it and will die soon, but what about Lao Qi? The fight between you and him, this nightmare, is destined to haunt him for the rest of his life. I feel sorry for him, so I came to see you and, by the way, to send you off. "
The noble concubine kept sneering, and many expressions flashed across her face: disdain, coldness, contempt, and scorn. Finally, tears flowed from her eyes. She opened her mouth, as if she was laughing, or crying, and a strange and terrifying sound came out from her.
Zi'an had no way of knowing whether she had any regrets or guilt towards Lao Qi in her heart, only she herself knew.
"Are you willing to die quickly? If you are willing, I can help you." Zi'an asked.
The noble concubine looked at her, looked at her steadily, and then shook her head.
Zi'an was a little surprised. It had come to this point, why was she still insisting? She was doomed to die, could there be a back-up plan? How could there be a back-up plan
Hatred suddenly burst out from the eyes of the noble concubine, and she uttered a few words in a babbling voice. Zi'an didn't know what she was saying, but from the hatred in her eyes, Zi'an could see that she wanted to wait alive for Prince Nan Huai to die.
But, can she wait until then? Stubborn, so stubborn until death.
However, Zi'an ignored her. She offered to solve her pain just to help Lao Qi fulfill his last bit of filial piety. Since she didn't accept it, then so be it.
When Zi'an turned around and left, he heard her whimpering and shouting something, which was heartbreaking. Although it was unclear, Zi'an could tell that her name was "Ajie"!
Too late!
(End of this chapter)