frightfiction Chapter 317 Waiting for Prince Yong
Chapter 317 Waiting for Prince Yong
After Emperor Wei Zhao walked out of Concubine Chen's palace, his already gloomy face became even more gloomy.
In the moonlight, her skin was as white as cold snow.
Concubine Chen's biological father, Duke Rong Chen Caizhi, was ambitious and cunning, and he should have died long ago.
But they couldn't find a way. If Concubine Chen was found guilty of murdering the legitimate princess, the entire Rongguo Duke's faction would fall.
After more than ten years, we finally brought this old man down.
Emperor Wei Zhao had a fleeting smile in his eyes. He played with the jade ring in his hand and slowly walked back to the imperial study in the night.
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On the other side, Wei Xiuchu quietly came to the outer layer of Xiyue Palace.
Even though Xiyue Palace was a forbidden area in the imperial palace and was heavily guarded, Wei Xiuchu still managed to get there under the protection of his men.
Although he has not been running his own network for more than a decade, the remnants of power from earlier years cannot be underestimated.
Outside Xiyue Palace was an abandoned palace road. The wind blew, making a terrifying and strange whimpering sound. A few crows flew low over Wei Xiuchu's head, their dark red eyes like a pair of rubies.
"Your Highness, do you want to go further? Just turn around this palace road and you will reach the entrance of Xiyue Palace."
Wei Xiuchu shook his head and gently closed his eyes.
"listen."
The eunuch was puzzled and closed his eyes, but heard nothing.
Wei Xiuchu curled his lips and smiled sadly, "I probably already know what I want to know. I'll go back by myself, you go."
The eunuch nodded, knelt on one knee and bowed deeply, "If Your Majesty still needs me, please let me know."
Wei Xiuchu pushed his wheelchair and walked back slowly.
Under the high red wall, the figure looks lonely and desolate.
He has been practicing martial arts since he was young, and his five senses are superior to those of ordinary people.
Just across the palace wall, he heard the sound of weapons.
He went to the battlefield at the age of fifteen. He was very familiar with this kind of sound. Just by listening to the sound and footsteps, he could tell how many people there were, what weapons they were holding, what armor they were wearing, the specifications, and what kind of soldiers they were...
The soldiers outside Xiyue Palace are ordinary palace guards.
But it’s different inside.
There were about five or six hundred royal black-armored guards, each of whom was armed with a spear and wore armor made of fine iron, patrolling back and forth.
If Wei Xiuchu had taken three steps forward just now, the black-armored guards would have discovered him.
Wei Xiuchu knew the Black Armor Guards very well.
It’s simple. Those black-armored guards were trained by him personally.
The Black Armor Guards have been trained since childhood and each of them is elite and can defeat a hundred enemies alone.
He was directly under the emperor, loyal to him, and served as the secret guard of successive Wei Zhao emperors.
Only the person who possesses the imperial seal of Wei Zhao has the right to control the Black Armor Guards.
When he was nineteen years old, the late emperor secretly asked Wei Xiuchu to help him train the Black Armor Guards without telling any of his ministers and princes.
Wei Xiuchu knew very well that this was against etiquette, but he could not bear the punishment of the late emperor, so he could only help with the training for a few days and developed a deep relationship with them.
Later, when his brother ascended the throne, Wei Xiuchu never had any contact with them again in order to avoid suspicion.
Now, it has been more than ten years.
Wei Xiuchu knew that even though he had once been the leader of the Black Armor Guards, it could not change the fact that the Black Armor Guards were loyal to the owner of the Imperial Seal.
If the current emperor asked the Black Armor Guards to kill him, they would definitely do it without hesitation and would show no mercy.
This is the tradition of Wei Zhao, passed down through the royal family for thousands of years.
So, why did the emperor send so many people to guard a small Xiyue Palace?
Isn’t Xiyue Palace just an ordinary palace that was burned beyond recognition?
The more suspicious it is, the more problematic it is.
Wei Xiuchu returned to the princess's mansion under the protection of his men.
He has been staying by Wei Linglong's side these days.
I hope Wei Linglong can wake up again and explain everything to him.
He hoped he had just heard wrong, that his guesses were all wrong.
As soon as he arrived at the door, Wei Xiuchu keenly discovered that all the palace servants in the hall had been replaced by a new group, not the previous group.
He frowned, "Where are the palace maids from before?"
A thin eunuch lowered his head and walked forward, whispering, "Your Majesty, the previous palace servants have all been executed by His Majesty for not taking good care of the princess."
Wei Xiuchu's eyes turned cold, "All?"
The young eunuch said in a fearful tone, with a kind of sadness that was like a rabbit dying and a fox mourning over its own death, "Yes."
Wei Xiuchu immediately turned his wheelchair around and prepared to go down the stairs. "Where is the person?"
"Your Majesty, there is no need to plead for them. Those disobedient servants have all been executed according to your majesty's orders."
A senior eunuch walked over from a distance, swept the whisk in his hand, saluted, and said in a long tone, "Your servant greets the prince. Those servants have committed a serious mistake and deserve death. Your Majesty knows that the prince has a kind heart, but there is no need to plead for such servants."
Wei Xiuchu curled his lips, "Did my brother ask you to come?"
The chief eunuch nodded and said, "Your Majesty is worried about the prince and is afraid that the prince is upset."
Wei Xiuchu's tone was even, and one could not tell whether he was happy or angry. "How could that be? My brother's decisions are always correct."
The chief eunuch smiled flatteringly, "Also, Your Majesty, the doctor said that the princess needs to rest. How about you come to see her every few days? His Majesty is also worried about the princess's condition..."
Wei Xiuchu's dark eyes were deep, "I understand. I will leave the palace tomorrow and let the princess recover from her illness in peace."
The eunuch smiled with relief, and said cheerfully, "Okay, I will report this to Your Majesty right away."
Wei Xiuchu stood there, staring at the wide white marble square in the distance for a long time, until the sky turned pale, then he pushed his wheelchair into the palace.
The palace servants behind him held their breath and dared not say a word.
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Xie Ling had been waiting in front of Prince Yong's mansion for two days, but she hadn't even seen the shadow of Prince Yong.
Xie Ling even knocked on the door and found that the huge Prince Yong's Mansion did not even have a single servant or slave, and it was terribly deserted.
Today is the third day. Xie Ling is sitting in the lobby of the inn bored, with her chin in her hand, flipping through the newly bought "History of Wei Zhaoguo" with boredom, planning to disguise herself and go out when it is light.
The candlelight flickered, it was still dark outside the store, and the waiter sat drowsily behind the counter.
Winter mornings are always dark.
Several figures slowly appeared on the street filled with a light mist.
The leader was an energetic elderly Confucian scholar, wearing a square scarf and cloth clothes, simple and concise.
Following behind him were two young gentlemen, who looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing jade crowns, one in a purple robe, the other in a white robe. They were dressed gorgeously and seemed to be from a different world from the old scholar.
As soon as the old scholar came in, he saw Xie Ling, who was leaning on her chin and reading a medical book, and called out softly, "Miss, Miss?"
Xie Ling raised her eyes from the book, "Ah? Old man, are you calling me?"
Nangong Ruizheng nodded, "Miss, is there any vacancy in this inn? There are three of us."
Xie Ling closed the book, walked to the counter skillfully, knocked heavily, and shouted loudly: "Waiter, a customer is here."
The waiter suddenly woke up, still a little confused, and rubbed his eyes, "Where are you? I'm the waiter."
Xie Ling came to the lobby before dawn these days and went out after dawn.
The waiter then went to sleep secretly without any worries, knowing that the kind-hearted girl would call him anyway.
The waiter flipped through the account book and scratched his head. "Sorry, our inn is full. I guess there won't be a vacancy until daybreak."
The old scholar nodded, "Okay, then we'll wait in the lobby."
As soon as the purple-clothed youth sat down, he started to shout, "Wei Zhao is so big, but there isn't even a vacant inn! Ha, you still call yourself the leader of the seven kingdoms? We in Dongling will let you stay!"
The young man in white patted his hands and said, "Third brother, this is Kyoto, be careful with your words."
The purple-clothed youth rolled his eyes. "Not only do I want to say it, I want to say it loudly. Which country dares to neglect its envoys like this? The yard we were taken to was converted from a pig, cattle and sheep pen! When have I, Nangong Cheng, ever lived such a miserable life?"
The young man in white wanted to persuade him again, but the old scholar spoke up.
He took a sip of tea quietly and said calmly:
"It's too negligent."
The young man in white widened his eyes, "Grandfather, you?"
Nangong Ruizheng smiled, but a fierce look flashed in his eyes, "Don't worry, everything will change in the future. Sooner or later, our Dongling Kingdom will avenge its previous shame."
The young man in white was a little puzzled. He didn't know what his grandfather was up to, so he quietly took out the scriptures from his bag and read them.
The old scholar also closed his eyes, his whole body looked solemn and it was unknown what he was thinking.
The lobby gradually fell into silence, with only the sound of books flipping through pages.
Nangong Cheng was playing with the wick out of boredom, picking it up here and there, leaving shadows on the table.
Nangong Yan grabbed his flailing wrist and said, "Third brother, stop messing around!"
Nangong Cheng snorted, revealing some youthful spirit.
"Then what do you want me to play? You have to ask me to come along, aren't you just jealous that Big Brother can go out and play with Nangong Haitang?"
Nangong Yan's thoughts were exposed, his face flushed slightly, and he retorted: "What? I just saw that you are not doing your job every day! Look at you, you don't look like a Nangong family member at all. No wonder you are laughed at by the Murong family every day. A man should-"
Nangong Cheng quickly covered his ears and said, "I don't want to listen."
Nangong Ruizheng saw his two grandsons quarreling again and rubbed his brows helplessly.
As for the three grandsons, the eldest grandson Nangong Yu is not to be worried about. He is smooth and shrewd, has outstanding talents, is worldly-wise but not worldly-wise, and is the best candidate to inherit the position of head of the family.
The second grandson, Nangong Yan, was extremely talented in academics and won the top three places in the imperial examinations at a young age.
But somehow, I became a nerd through studying, and all I could do all day long was talk about various things. It was really too simple and dull.
As for the third grandson...
Nangong Ruizheng looked at Nangong Cheng, who was pouting and looking playful, and his head hurt so much.
What a dandy.
As Nangong Rui was thinking, his eyes became lonely.
But how many more days will he have to watch his grandchildren laughing and playing like he does today?
Forget it, after all, I have the Nangong family to protect me. As long as I don’t do anything immoral like burning, killing, looting, etc., I can still support a little playboy.
By the way, why did you forget your granddaughter?
That's a real dandy.
There was a hint of complexity in Nangong Ruizheng's eyes.
Nangong Haitang is the only child of his most beloved youngest daughter, so he should be very close to her.
But no matter what, he couldn't get close to that granddaughter.
I always feel like there is a layer of fog.
Moreover, Nangong Haitang did not inherit her mother's gentleness and kindness, nor did she look like a member of the Nangong family.
Instead, they are aggressive and vindictive.
She has only been back for half a year, but she has already acted more arrogantly than a princess. Whenever she goes out, she is accompanied by at least a hundred servants, and anyone she dislikes will be beaten to death.
The Nangong family had secretly dealt with countless troubles for her.
But there is no other way, I can only spoil her. Otherwise, what if Nangong Haitang gets angry and runs back to Murong's house?
The Murong family was eyeing the opportunity covetously, clamoring every day to take their little daughter back.
Many times, Nangong Ruizheng was wondering if he had made a mistake.
This girl is not his biological granddaughter at all, she is a fake. In fact, his biological granddaughter is someone else.
But every time the spies brought back results, it showed that this person was his granddaughter.
And the camellia birthmark on the hand cannot be faked.
Nangong Ruizheng could only explain to himself that it was probably because he had been wandering outside for too long and had picked up bad habits.
A cold wind blew by, rustling the curtains in the lobby.
Nangong Ruizheng came back to his senses and continued to think about Wei Zhao's state affairs in Dongling.
Nangong Cheng couldn't sit still anymore, so he stood up and looked around to see if there was anything interesting.
Seeing a little girl in the distance reading a book with her head down, he pretended to pass by her but actually secretly glanced over to see what book she was reading.
As he read, Nangong Cheng's eyes widened, and he pointed at the book and cursed:
"How dare you, damn Wei Zhaoguo, tamper with history! You portrayed our Dongling soldiers in such a bad light!"
He snatched the book from Xie Ling's hand.
Xie Ling was so absorbed in reading that she didn't even notice someone was standing next to her.
The book was suddenly snatched away from her. She was angry and whispered, "Give it back to me."
Nangong Cheng raised his eyebrows, "This kind of fake book should be burned, you can't read this."
Xie Ling had a cold light in her eyes and reached out to grab it.
Nangong Cheng also knew a little martial arts, and with a roll, he nimbly dodged Xie Ling's hand.
He was tall, he held the book high up, raised his eyebrows, "Woman, I told you it was fake, why are you still reading?"
Xie Ling is now extremely angry, where did this crazy thing come from?
She stood up and quickly raised her hand to take it back, but her sleeves slipped down, revealing her snow-white forearm and a bright red camellia birthmark on it.
Nangong Cheng's eyes suddenly changed, and he didn't even notice that the book in his hand had slipped. His eyes widened and he pointed at Xie Ling, "You, why do you also have--"
Before he could finish his words, Xie Ling punched him with a fist and said in a cold voice, "Is it fun to rob other people's things? Did you get my permission?"
Nangong Cheng was punched in the face without getting angry. He rubbed his cheek and quickly turned over and got up, pulling Xie Ling's sleeve, "Can you lift up your sleeve so I can see your arm again?"
Xie Ling became even angrier. Where did this lecher come from?
The noise here did disturb Nangong Yan. As soon as he looked up, he knew what was going on.
It must be that playboy Nangong Cheng who is bullying others again.
He quickly put down his book and ran over to apologize to Xie Ling, "Miss, I was naughty, please forgive me."
Nangong Cheng winked and whispered, "Second brother, she has -"
Nangong Yan was unmoved, his face stern, he grabbed him by the collar and scolded: "Why don't you apologize quickly?"
Xie Ling was not interested in listening to the two brothers quarreling.
The younger brother is an idiot, how can the older brother be any better?
As the sky was getting brighter, Xie Ling picked up the book and walked out without looking back.