No pop-up ads, so refreshing! Thanks for your support! Sounds good to me ^_^... Chapter 75-1
I don't know how long it took, but I felt someone lightly touching my clothes. So I raised my head from the crook of my arm and looked back to meet Nan Chengyao's dark, mysterious eyes.
I took a deep breath and asked softly with downcast eyes: "Your Highness is awake, how are you feeling?"
He looked at me quietly, shook his head and didn't say a word.
I still looked down, not looking at him, and lightly said without any emotion: "The Emperor has just returned to Dingqian Palace and instructed the Crown Prince to rest well. He will come again later to visit the Crown Prince. Empress Qing has been guarding and just left a moment ago. The Crown Prince was punished by the Emperor for 'dereliction of duty', 'ineffective supervision' and 'ungratefulness to the imperial grace'. He is confined in the East Palace for one month and his salary will be halved for half a year. All eunuchs and palace maids on duty at the Imperial Kitchen yesterday were executed by flogging."
Is this what you wanted to know?
His eyes deepened slightly, still without speaking, just staring at me unblinkingly.
I quietly lowered my eyelids, no longer speaking, without asking him if the "Black Leaf Guanyin Lotus" was really placed in that cup of "Pearl Orchid Big Square", and how it was put in. Until now, saying these things is also futile.
He went to great lengths to set up this scheme, first using the poem to arouse the Emperor's suspicion of the Crown Prince, then arranging for Imperial Physician Qing and Consort Qing to put on a show together, using "taboo" as an excuse to prevent the Emperor from drinking that cup of "Pearl Orchid Great Peace". Since the Emperor had already begun to suspect the Crown Prince, or perhaps just to make a gesture for those who knew about the poem, he would certainly not give the Imperial tea set to the Crown Prince according to usual practice. So even if that cup of "Pearl Orchid Great Peace" didn't fall into his hands as he had hoped, whoever drank it, the Crown Prince would still be suspected of intending to murder the Emperor.
He calculated everything to be flawless, even staking his own life, but he still couldn't bring down the Crown Prince. I don't know if he will feel disappointed.
Or maybe everything is actually under his control.
Suddenly, I felt a bit tired. Just then, Shu Ying pushed the door open and came in: "Miss, has Empress Qing left? Why is there no one outside? Earlier, Empress Qing's maid said that Her Majesty had some new tribute tea leaves to reward you with, and insisted that I go to Qingyang Palace to fetch them. I didn't dare not go, and it wasn't until now that I returned."
I nodded and turned to face Nan Chengyao, saying lightly: "Since Your Highness is awake, I'll take Poshadow back to the manor first. Xunyun and the others are probably worried sick. The Emperor has decreed that you stay in the palace for recuperation, and Qingtai's assassin is waiting outside. Qing'er, please invite him in to take a look at Your Highness."
As soon as he finished speaking, he stood up and wanted to leave, but unexpectedly, his hand was caught by him. The fierce poison in his body had just been solved, and he didn't have much strength, but even so, he still held my wrist tightly, not letting me struggle free.
He didn't look at me, but instead spoke to the shadowy figure: "You go outside and keep watch, don't let anyone in. I have something to say to your young mistress."
Shu Ying was a bit unclear, but still listened and went outside, gently closing the door for us.
When the large room was left with only me and him, Nan Chengyao did not let go of my hand. His dark eyes were calm and waveless, staring straight into my eyes. Perhaps it was because he had just woken up, his voice was low and quiet, but carried a hint of hoarseness: "Are you blaming me? Do you think I'm ruthless and heartless? But do you know that if I wasn't like this, I wouldn't have made it to today?"
I looked at him with a dazed expression, and there was a faint fatigue between his eyebrows. He slowly let go of my hand, turned over the thin quilt covering his body, and was about to sit up by himself.
I let out a soft sigh, after all, I couldn't remain unmoved. I walked forward and placed a soft pillow behind him, supporting his reclining body against the couch, then pulled over the quilt to cover him up to his waist: "Your Highness still has residual poison in your body, you can't catch a chill."
Just as I was about to withdraw my hand, it was unexpectedly grasped by him. I unconsciously struggled a bit, but he didn't let go. Holding my hand, he covered the injured spot on his left chest and quietly said: "This wound, do you know how old I was when I got it?"
When we were intimate, I saw that on his left chest, near the heart, there was a scar. Actually, he had many big and small scars all over his body, and I always thought it was because of his long-term adventures in Jianghu and his wandering life.
He didn't wait for me to respond, his voice faintly smiling, and continued: "When I was five years old, my father received an imperial edict to enter the capital. As soon as he left home, a group of assassins strangely broke into the heavily guarded General's mansion, coincidentally choosing the wing room where I lived. Fortunately, the nanny who had been watching me grow up since childhood shielded me with her body, and there would be no more Nan Chengyao in this world."
He still held my hand, covering the left chest position together, and continued to say: "That sword pierced through her body and stabbed here. If it deviated a little more, it would be the heart. This is not the first time I've been assassinated, nor is it the last."
I was shocked speechless, in all my imagination, he is the most beloved son of Shangshu, even if not born and raised in the palace since childhood, but should have grown up like Yi with no worries or cares, never thought that he would have such a past. (Still remember the shocking scene in the harem)
Still remember the shocking swan's reflection (harem)