Liuyun would not feel guilty for killing Rong Tang, even if he had killed him by mistake. From his position at the time, Rong Tang was harmful to Su Huaijing, so he had to kill him.
The change in attitude now is because Su Huaijing regards Rong Tang as his life, so he must put Rong Tang first in protection.
Then this couldn't be considered an apology, at best... it was probably a notification, telling Rong Tang why she poisoned him at that time, regardless of whether Rong Tang understood it or not.
but…
During those few minutes of silence, Rong Tang was wondering, why
How did Liuyun know that he would definitely threaten Su Huaijing? Was it just because they chatted casually about something that seemed to be true or not in a corner of the flower-picking club, facing a blooming peony
At that time, he had a natural and one-sided understanding of Su Huaijing as a villain in the book, and he felt speechless panic and fear because of Su Huaijing's words. But now, after going through these lives, Rong Tang does not think that their conversation ended unpleasantly.
In fact, because he knew Su Huaijing too well, he was even more certain that the villain at that time was relaxed enough, and even his expression revealed a subtle joy.
But in this case, if Rong Tang could understand Su Huaijing's mood, then how could Liuyun, who had been protecting him in secret, not judge that Su Huaijing was actually happy when he was appreciating the flowers with him
Based on this premise, it would be illogical for Liuyun to attack him.
Rong Tang frowned and looked at Liuyun seriously, waiting for him to give him an answer.
The latter was stunned for a moment, unable to hide the surprise in his expression, but quickly lowered his eyes, as if he acquiesced, or as if he was apologizing, and to some extent, with a little imperceptible relief.
Liuyun nodded: "Yes."
Rong Tang asked: "Why?"
Liuyun was stunned and opened his mouth, but was unable to respond.
Why
He himself doesn't know either.
The dream was chaotic and disordered. He only remembered that he put medicine in Rong Tang's cup, and that after the news of Rong Tang's death came out, his master fell into a dazed look at that moment.
For some unknown reason, he did not take the initiative to tell Su Huaijing that Rong Tang was killed by him.
Liu Yun in this life can understand why Su Huaijing behaved like that, but the "self" in the dream is only more confused than Su Huaijing.
Only one person died, and he was the son of the enemy and a counselor of the enemy camp. Rong Tang was dead, and Su Huaijing should be happy.
But the actual situation was that the master began to be dazed from time to time.
He would stop to look at a flower, pause to play a game of chess, and occasionally, while appreciating the moon and drinking wine on the gilded building, he would curl his lips and subconsciously turn his head to smile and call out, "Prince..."
—But there is no such prince around me who is so sick that he could die at any time, but he tenaciously goes through the winter year after year, and every time he appears despite his sick body, it seems like a miracle.
So the smile on the corner of his lips disappeared silently, he put the rim of the cup to his lips, tilted his head back and drank a glass of light wine, then put the cup down and continued walking the path he should take.
There was no special change, and the flowing clouds in the dream did not understand what the occasional emotions revealed in those tiny details meant.
He would not develop an obsession that would haunt him for several lifetimes just because he killed someone. He would only wake up in his dreams at midnight because of Su Huaijing's unspoken obsession and encounter a little bit of the truth hidden under the changing circumstances.
But even so, Liuyun could not understand why he had that dream. His nerves found it difficult to handle these overly delicate and sensitive emotions.
He just subconsciously thought about it when he heard Rong Tang's question, then frowned slightly, recalling the almost elusive scenes in his dream and whispered: "Someone sent me a letter saying that you rejected the master's recruitment and wanted to stand on the opposite side of him and become his enemy in life and death."
The four words "enemies of life and death" can be considered a threat, but this kind of threat is not a threat at all to a death warrior who is good at martial arts and has a simple mind.
Just kill him.
Killing is the easiest thing.
He thought so and did it naturally. The confidants who followed Su Huaijing all had countless poisons and antidotes in their hands. If you want to kill someone, there are too many ways.
When Rong Tang heard this answer, he was stunned for a second, then he opened his mouth and said softly, "Who sent you the letter?"
Liuyun shook his head: "I don't know."
Rong Tang lowered his head and asked no more questions.
After a long moment, he chuckled softly with no clear meaning, as if he had finally understood a problem that had troubled him for many years.
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They had already reached the Qinzheng Palace. It was a chilly autumn day. Sheng Chengli had just recovered from his illness and was wearing a thick cotton coat. He stood at the palace gate and looked at the way he was coming. The moment he saw Rong Tang walking over on foot, he frowned and asked in a cold voice, "Don't you know that the prince is weak? Why didn't you prepare a sedan chair?"
Several eunuchs paused, subconsciously raising their heads in surprise, wanting to take a look at the Fifth Prince, but were quickly reminded by their instincts from years of living in the palace, and quickly knelt down, repeating: "I know I was wrong, please forgive me, Your Highness!"
Rong Tang felt quite bored watching them acting like this, so he watched for a while without saying a word.
Sheng Chengli waited for a while and said, "Go down and receive your punishment."
The eunuchs immediately looked at Rong Tang hesitantly, but Rong Tang did not meet their eyes. He turned his head and coughed twice, then asked, "Didn't you ask me to come and ask from the windward?"
Sheng Chengli was startled, then put on a smile again, turned sideways and spoke in a softer tone: "It was Chengli's negligence, don't blame me, cousin."
Rong Tang glanced at him, then walked into the hall. Before entering, he gave Liuyun a look, indicating that he should wait for him outside.
As for the eunuchs who were dragged away by the guards... To be honest, Rong Tang was too lazy to care.
A new desk was placed under the desk where the emperor usually sat. Sheng Chengli sat there, and another person sat next to him. He was wearing official uniform and holding paper and pen. He looked like an official who was taking notes in the palace.
After Sheng Chengli asked Rong Tang to sit down, he smiled and said, "Don't be surprised, cousin. There have been some rumors in the palace recently involving the crown prince. The clan members are furious. It is inevitable that we have to be cautious. That's why I invited you to the palace to have a chat."
Rong Tang raised his eyelids and repeated in a calm voice: "Invite?"
Sheng Chengli laughed and admitted, "It was indeed a bit abrupt, please don't blame me, cousin."
Rong Tang lowered his eyes again, exuding a lazy temperament, and was not very willing to look at him.
Sheng Chengli was not annoyed. He asked someone to pour him a cup of tea and then sent the servants away. Only three people were left in the huge hall.
Rong Tang frowned slightly, but quickly relaxed his brows. His gaze once again lingered on the official who was taking notes for a very brief second.
Sheng Chengli said in a dignified manner: "I asked my cousin to come to the palace. I think my cousin has expected this. King Ning Xuan has been away from the capital for so long. Has he ever written a letter to his family?"
Rong Tang was stunned for a moment, then realized that in order to prevent the people from thinking that Dayu had ministers and princes who had rebellious intentions in a short period of time, almost no one knew that Rong Mingyu had actually been executed.
His eyes turned slightly, he suppressed his emotions, and shook his head calmly: "I don't know."
Sheng Chengli was stunned, and Rong Tang said, "I don't live in the palace."
The implication was that even if Rong Mingyu sent a letter back to Beijing, he would not know about it.
But I don't know what Sheng Chengli understood. Hearing this, his eyebrows and eyes became a little sinister, and the fake brotherly friendship disappeared. He relaxed his body, raised his head slightly, and looked down at Rong Tang with an almost contemptuous look, and said slowly, as if he was very troubled: "Then what should I do? The royal bloodline cannot be tarnished. Now Prince Ning Xuan can't be found anywhere in the world. Cousin, can you teach me how to prove that my eighth brother and the prince are not related by blood?"
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Can you please teach me...
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Sir, can you teach me...
The memory of death forced its way into his head. Rong Tang was not very happy. He pursed his lips and looked at Sheng Chengli.
The man had a smile on his lips, and the teardrop mole under his eyes revealed an astonishing beauty under the candlelight in front of him.
But Rong Tang just felt disgusted. He asked coldly, "What does Your Highness want me to do?"
Sheng Chengli: "It was because I didn't know that I invited my cousin to the palace. My cousin is so smart, so he can teach Chengli, so that my mother won't be worried and cry every day."
Rong Tang's eyes suddenly became sharp and he stared at Sheng Chengli. The latter looked at him with a smile in his eyes, but with no good intentions.
Rong Tang was silent for a moment, looking at the cloth tied around Sheng Chengli's wrist, feeling nauseous.
He said slowly, "Your Highness donated blood to save his father, and your filial piety moved heaven. My father was ordered by the emperor to inspect Dayu, and he is missing for a while. If you want to eliminate the doubts about Your Highness's bloodline as soon as possible, I think... you can let me use blood to recognize my relationship with him."
This is the most unscientific method, but there were a lot of people who believed in it in ancient times. And it was because of the use of bloodletting as a medicine that the Eighth Prince's life experience was exposed. Sheng Chengli is now asking about this, and naturally he wants this answer.
Sure enough, as soon as Rong Tang finished speaking, Sheng Chengli acted embarrassed and said hesitantly: "But cousin, you have always been in poor health. If you bleed again..."
Dripping blood, changed to bloodletting.
Rong Tang curled his lips into a sarcastic smile and said, "For the sake of His Highness the Eighth Prince's legitimate position as the Crown Prince, even if I die of blood, what does it matter?"
The voice fell lightly in the hall, but inexplicably carried the weight of a mountain.
Sheng Chengli was silent, his mouth slowly flattened, he looked deeply at Rong Tang, and asked in a low voice: "Is this how my cousin thinks of me?"
Rong Tang asked back: "So Your Highness doesn't want me to die?"
The recorder was not at all surprised by this incredible conversation, but continued to write on the paper meticulously.
Rong Tang glanced at him again, and his heart sank a little.
Sheng Chengli asked at this time: "Do I want you to die, or do you want to kill me?"
The voice was so shrill and the words were so angry, as if Rong Tang was the most unfaithful person in the world and had done so many things to let him down.
The tea on the table had already gone cold. Rong Tang leaned back and looked up at Sheng Chengli.
But he said, "Rong Tang, you should have saved me. From the beginning, you should have stood by my side unwaveringly, even if it meant killing Su Huaijing."
Sheng Chengli seemed very confused and heartbroken, and asked in a hoarse voice: "But how did it become like this now?"
As Rong Tang listened to him saying these things, he was thinking in his head: He must write them down, go back and tell Su Huaijing exactly as they sounded, and tell him how many disgusting things he had heard because of his momentary carelessness.
He suppressed the urge to vomit that kept rising in his heart, looked at him coldly, and asked impatiently: "What the hell are you barking about?"
Stealing, stealing, lying, betrayal...
None of the criminals sentenced to death in the prison are as disgusting as him. Sheng Chengli actually has the nerve to run up to him and lie with his eyes open.
Rong Tang was finally enlightened.
(End of this chapter)