"Why did you come to see me? I don't think you would come unless you had something to do."
King Ling smiled bitterly, and the wine he drank seemed to have lost some of its flavor.
Jian Xin said nothing and glanced meaningfully at the servant waiting at the table.
Prince Ling frowned slightly, "You go down first."
"Yes." The slave retreated.
However, the servant's figure disappeared for a long time, and Jian Xin did not speak, but stared at the dimples that were faintly visible at the corners of Prince Ling's mouth.
"Isn't it because of my dimples?" Prince Ling was a little embarrassed, with a playful sneer on his lips.
With this smile, the dimples become obvious.
Jian Xin's eyes gradually burned with anger, and he finally made up his mind to ask, "Did anything happen between you and Zhao Lian?"
Prince Ling's smile suddenly froze and he lowered his voice, "Why do you ask that?"
"Because I think Ziyuan is very similar to you."
His reaction seemed to be the shock of having a secret revealed, which made her even more certain of her guess.
"It's just a resemblance. There are a lot of people in the world who look exactly the same but have nothing to do with each other." King Ling calmed down and his expression returned to calm. For such an unreasonable reason, this girl could only think about it in her head before questioning him.
"However, neither Huzeshi nor Zhaolian has dimples. It is impossible for parents without dimples to give birth to children with dimples. Prince Ling should know this. Moreover, Ziyuan's dimples are exactly the same as yours.
.”
Jian Xin ignored Prince Ling's expression and continued to say, "I believe in you and Zhao Lian, but I never expected that things would turn out like this."
"Are you trying to threaten me? Shao Kefan wants you to do this?" In Prince Ling's eyes, annoyance, regret, and murderous intent were intertwined.
"Threatening?" Jian Xin couldn't help but sneer, "I have no desire or request, so why threaten you? Besides, he doesn't know about it."
Shao Kefan doesn't know! That's the most important thing.
Prince Ling breathed a sigh of relief, "Then why do you bring it up?"
"I just want to know what is going on. This incident has hit me hard because I regard you all as friends."
Jian Xin sighed. Sure enough, he had indirectly admitted it.
"I told you, can you keep it a secret?" Prince Ling turned his face to one side and twitched his side twice.
Anyway, I couldn't hide it from her. I couldn't help myself at the time. If I told her, maybe she wouldn't be too underestimated.
"I promise to keep it secret. Of course, the fewer people who know about this kind of thing, the better."
The firmness of his tone made Prince Ling's eyes flash with a hint of trust.
"In the beginning, Zhaolian struggled to pursue the protector, but was sincerely treated coldly, so I came up with the idea of helping her." Not wanting to look back on the past, King Ling paused, frowned, and took a sip of Qingyin.
"How did you help her?" Jian Xin asked impatiently. She couldn't figure out what helping her had to do with their adultery.
"I gave her a small bag of Sanhua Powder. Sanhua Powder does not emit any smell. If a man smells it, no matter how powerful his martial arts or his moral cultivation is, he will lose his will and force himself to have sex."
"Did Zhao Lian accept it?" She guessed that with Zhao Lian's personality, he would definitely not use such despicable means to get a man.
And the man in front of her actually taught Zhao Lian to use random flowers to bewitch the guardian. It seemed that she really didn't know much about him.
However, Prince Ling sneered, "It's too late for her to be happy."
"You're talking nonsense." Jian Xin couldn't believe her ears.
"In order to get love, people can be despicable and do anything, let alone just use aphrodisiacs."
Jian Xin opened her eyes wide, Zhao Lian, why are you so stupid? If you don't love me, don't love me! If it were her, she would have turned around and left.
But how could Zhao Lian be as lucky as she was?
"Go on." She wanted to know what happened next.
"When I gave her the random flowers, I was worried about offending her, so I held my breath and urged her to leave quickly. However, she said a bunch of boring words before she was willing to leave. Before she walked out of the door, I was careless and breathed in the random flowers.
I couldn’t hold it back.”
King Ling drank the wine in his glass and said, "So, what happened next."
Zhao Lian committed suicide. It turned out to be this reason. Her suicide gained the sincerity of the protector.
Is life so dramatic?
"You actually gave her a lot of money. I thought you were a gentleman." Jian Xin couldn't help but sneered, "otherwise, the matter wouldn't be as difficult to solve as it is now."
"So, it was my eldest brother who insisted on them being together. Why don't you blame my eldest brother? If they didn't know each other, would these things have happened?"
King Ling did not hide the hatred in his eyes.
Shao Kefan, in the final analysis, the source lies with you.
Jian Xin was startled, and suddenly remembered the way she had accidentally looked at the protector.
It was nothing more than sympathy for a fallen king, but it was noticed by the shrewd Lord Cang Teng and caught the ambiguous gaze of the man in the main hall.
So, what happened next.
But she was innocent, she just showed mercy.
Finally, I suddenly realized that the root cause was not in Prince Ling, Shao Kefan, or her, but in the cold hearts of those in positions of power.
So a look of sympathy becomes meaningful.
The boundless feeling of desolation came over her, and she no longer wanted to blame Prince Ling, nor would she question Zhao Lian.
Jian Xin stood up and smiled sadly, "Don't worry, I will keep this matter a secret for you." Then he slowly walked down the steps of the pavilion, but each step became heavier and heavier.
"Jian Xin." Prince Ling lowered his voice and called from behind. This time, his sinister aura was completely gone.
Tears fell from Jian Xin's face, she waved her hand to signal him to stop talking, and used Qing Kung to fly towards Yiwei Hall.
It was night, and several palace lanterns hanging on the eaves of the pavilion quietly illuminated the back garden of the mausoleum.
Under the pale yellow light, all the scenery is shadowy, as if the two people are thinking.
"The five kingdoms Dong Luan, Fu Yi, Ling Chang, Yi Li, and Qiucheng have settled their differences and made a contract. It seems that it will take at most two more years for Yan Jia and Wu Huai to convince the thirteen kingdoms to make peace."
Protector's handsome face was quite proud.
King Ling pondered for a while, "The five countries are considered new countries. They have been established for no more than a hundred years at most, and the conflicts are not very fierce. The remaining eight countries have been hostile to each other for hundreds of years in history. Old hatreds are compounded by new ones. What is really difficult is
Still to come.”
After hearing this, the guardian sighed softly, "It seems that we still have to wait a few years. I was a little too hasty."
"Wait a minute. Jian Xin's Ten Forms of Puyuan are getting closer and closer to the ultimate. I believe that my elder brother's Fanhui Curse has been dissolved a lot." Prince Ling picked up the tea cup and blew gently.
"If his Fanhui Curse is not affected at all..." Hu Ze pondered, this is not impossible.
"Hey - you are worrying too much. The Ten Forms of Puyuan are specially used to dissolve the power of the Fanhui Curse. No one knows how to break it yet."
Seeing the mausoleum king being so confident, the guardian felt relieved, "The battle between the Thirteen Kingdoms United and Cang Teng should be an important chapter in the history of the Wilderness Abyss."
"Everything is not due to my eldest brother's ambition, but this is just right." Prince Ling snorted coldly.
"Anyone who commits unjust acts will be punished by his own death." The hatred in the protector's eyes was particularly obvious even in the ambiguous light.
"Haha, the Protector is busy caring about his wife and taking care of his son. He hates my elder brother, but he has not forgotten it at all."
"These are completely two different things. Zi Yuan rarely cries, which saves me a lot of worry." When mentioning his son, Hu Zeshi's tone became much gentler.
The King of Ling was startled, and then he went to Fu Han Hall on an excuse. He still felt that Zi Yuan looked very similar to himself, especially the two dimples, but there was no trace of it on the face of the protector.
Coupled with what Jian Xin said, it is absolutely certain that Zi Yuan is his son.
"Zi Yuan is very similar to you." The words of the protector surprised King Ling.
"Haha, why don't I think so?" Prince Ling quickly calmed down.
"It doesn't matter, of course it's because we meet too much." The guardian smiled and shook his head, "It seems we have to meet less so that my second child can be more like me."
"Haha..." Prince Ling laughed, "Your second child must be like you."