Zhao Lian scooped up the glutinous rice balls in the bowl with a spoon, blew to warm them and fed them into Xiao Ziyuan's mouth. She watched him eat with a smile, then walked into the study and went to the guardian who frowned, "Wei Luo, come here.
Have a taste.”
The guardian ate a few pills and smiled, "You are so partial. You make glutinous rice balls specifically for Ziyuan."
"Okay, okay, you're jealous again, I'll make you a big bowl."
Zhao Lian walked out of the study and handed the dumplings to the girl, "Don't burn Zi Yuan."
"Madam, why don't you let Xiaozhen make glutinous rice balls? Xiaozhen is worried that madam will burn her hands."
"I'm going to do it myself for the protector. Just feed Ziyuan well."
"Yes, ma'am."
My ears were keenly aware of a sharp but silent airflow passing through the window. A letter fell on the desk. When I looked back, I saw a small crack in the window and the sender was nowhere to be seen.
"What an amazing martial art." The protector sighed. He opened the letter without thinking about who was sending the letter, and the first astonishing sentence came into view.
You have two great sorrows: one is the destruction of your country, and the other is that you mistakenly believe that the son of Prince Ling is your own flesh and blood, and you take extra care of him.
The protector shook his head in disbelief, his hands began to tremble, and his eyes moved downward:
Three years ago, your lady was raped by the King of Tombs, and she humiliated herself and begged for death. She was rescued, but fortunately she was favored by the king, and the truth was hidden.
Like thunder on the ground, Protecting Ze made the body and mind freeze for a moment.
After finally catching my breath, I read the last part:
Ziyuan's face is quite similar to that of King Ling. This is the first evidence.
Under the Jinghuan tree in the back garden of the mausoleum, the wife's torn clothes and sheets stained with the virgin's blood were buried. This is evidence two.
The guardian stumbled out of the study. The girl was feeding Zi Yuan glutinous rice balls. With a "bang", the bowl was overturned by a man's hand, and the soup spilled on Zi Yuan's legs. Zi Yuan was so burned that he burst into tears.
"father……"
"Ah, sir..." The girl looked up and saw the angry protector, trembling with fear.
"Get out of the way." The guardian pushed the girl away, held Zi Yuan's shoulders with both hands, and stared at the child with wide eyes. His eyes, nose, and face were all similar to Prince Ling. He felt like him at this time.
It feels more like it was printed from the same mold.
It's so ridiculous that he actually thought it was because he met Prince Ling so many times.
He suddenly pushed Zi Yuan away, and Zi Yuan fell backwards to the ground, knocked his head on the chair leg, and cried even louder.
"father--"
Using Qinggong, he flew to the back garden of the mausoleum and under the Jinghuan tree. He stretched out his hands and dug desperately. Finally, some rotten strips of clothes and sheets appeared in front of him.
The strip of cloth was pink, and the scattered patterns on it were enough to prove that it was the clothes Zhao Lian wore when she first met him. The small pool of blood on the sheet had long since darkened.
He suddenly remembered that on the first night of their marriage, the wounds on Zhao Lian's back looked like fingernail scratches.
"Shao Xiangnan, I'm going to kill you."
Shock, humiliation, shame, and hatred are all intertwined.
He rushed into the mausoleum palace, drew his sword, and stabbed the mausoleum king who was pacing with his back to the gate.
King Ling was startled, turned around and saw the guardian, "Are you crazy?" he shouted while hiding from the sword.
"It doesn't matter if you raped my wife, I still raised that bastard for two years in vain." The protector's sword became faster and faster.
Prince Ling was shocked, and a thought flashed through his mind: Jian Xin betrayed her.
It turned out that she...he regretted that he thought she was trustworthy.
All love turned into hate in an instant.
"Master, let me come." Shu Zhen drew his sword and stepped forward to greet him, while King Ling retreated to the side of the main hall.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Don't forget that we still have cooperation." Prince Ling scolded the frustrated envoy.
"You bastard, I'm going to kill you." The guardian shouted, avoiding the edge of Shu Zhen's sword, and headed towards King Ling with his sword, but was stopped by Shu Zhen again.
When Shu Zhen turned his back to King Ling, he winked at the protector, and then stabbed King Ling with his sword.
The King of Ling was taken aback, yelled "traitor", and fought fiercely with the two men.
After the fight lasted for more than an hour, Jian Xin heard the news and hurried towards the mausoleum.
However, all they saw was that King Ling's hair was messy and his clothes were ragged. His body was leaning against a pillar and he was lying on the ground. The protector's sword was stuck in his abdomen. The blood was gurgling and stained the ground red.
Protector Shu Zhen stood in front of him. Both of them were covered with injuries. Shu Zhen's green sword was pointing at the King of Tombs, waiting for him to die.
The mausoleum was in a mess, with the bodies of dozens of guards and several maids lying on the ground.
"Prince Ling——" Jian Xin rushed over and hugged him, tears streaming down her face, "How could this happen?"
"This... I have to ask... you, you promise... not... to... tell... that... that... secret." Prince Ling, who was still breathing, said intermittently, with hatred in his eyes.
and regret.
Jian Xin suddenly understood what happened.
"It's not me. I didn't say anything. I didn't say anything."
A sneer appeared on the corner of Prince Ling's mouth, "My...life has been...ruined in...your hands. Originally...I had...feeling...for you..."
Blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, but it could not save his increasingly white lips.
"It's not me, and I don't know what's going on. Do you believe me?" Jian Xin shook her head, her tears became more intense, and she wiped his blood with trembling hands.
"Mu... Jian Xin..., I... hate you, you... deceived... me..." Prince Ling's breath became weaker and weaker, and his voice was almost inaudible.
"I received a letter." The protector said coldly, "The handwriting of the letter -"
Fortune plays tricks on people. As soon as he said this, King Ling tilted his head and lost his breath.
"No..." Jian Xin shook the mausoleum king and cried out in grief.
The guardian held the hilt of the sword and pulled out the sword, "Jian Xin, he deserves what he deserves. Get up."
Shu Zhen sheathed his sword and walked out of the mausoleum with an indifferent expression.
"Qin Weiluo, I didn't expect you to be so cruel. I will never forgive you." Jian Xin turned her head and said angrily.
"You knew the truth a long time ago, but you didn't tell me. I don't blame you, but you came to hate me instead." The guardian sighed. Although King Ling died, his shame and anger did not lessen much.
"Wei Luo." Zhao Lian ran in with Zi Yuan in his arms. When he saw the corpses everywhere, he couldn't help but exclaimed. Soon, his eyes focused on the corpse of King Ling.
"How is this going?"
"He insulted you, I will avenge you." The guardian said quietly, but his eyes no longer looked at her. To him, the woman beside him was already a lot unfamiliar.
"He deserves to die." Thinking of the scene of being raped, Zhao Lian still couldn't let go and looked at him with concern, "You are covered in wounds. Go back quickly and I will give you medicine."
The protector turned his head to one side, and Zhao Lian felt a chill in his heart.
"Zhao Lian." Jian Xin slowly stood up, "In order to protect the envoy, you accepted the random flowers from King Ling. However, King Ling had urged you to leave quickly, but you didn't listen, causing him to accidentally inhale and commit a dirty act.
How can you blame him entirely?" Jian Xin shook her head, "Prince Ling is not a womanizer."
"I...after all, I was raped by him, and I hate him." Zhao Lian shouted.
"What? There is such a thing, you - you bitch." Protector pointed his blood-stained sword at Zhao Lian.
Ziyuan was so frightened that he burst into tears, "Dad..."
"You bastard, don't call me daddy."
It turned out that he didn't know about the random flowers. Seeing Zhao Lian's aggrieved look, Jian Xin regretted telling him.
"He is still a child and doesn't understand anything." Zhaolian's tears flowed down.
"Whether you understand or not, you are both a bastard. I don't want to see you again. You will disappear forever."
After that, he used Qinggong, left the mother and son, and left the mausoleum.
"Wei Luo..." Zhao Lian hugged Zi Yuan and chased him out.
Jian Xin knelt down and looked at Prince Ling quietly. Resentment, unwillingness, and pain were intertwined on his face.
"Prince Ling..." Jian Xin called out, her tears bursting again.
After a while, Shao Kefan led a large group of people into the mausoleum. When he saw that the dead person was the mausoleum king, he couldn't help but be startled.
Could it be that Shu Zhen and Prince Ling together were no match for the Protector? Then, where did Shu Zhen go?
However, several injuries on King Ling's body caught his attention, which matched the blade of Shu Zhen's sword.
Shu Zhen, why did you want to help the protector? Thinking of the way she looked at him on the Jinhong Corridor Bridge, he suddenly realized.
The mausoleum has indeed become his tomb.
A sneer appeared on Shao Kefan's lips, "Clean up the corpse."
"Yes." All the soldiers went to drag the body away.
Knowing it was him, Jian Xin did not look back, but picked up Prince Ling's body with difficulty and walked towards the bedroom.
"What are you going to do?" Shao Kefan frowned.
"Clean up for him and let him leave cleanly." She turned around, "You were the one who told the protector the truth, right?"
"Yes." He admitted.
"Shao Kefan, you are so vicious, even your own brother will not be spared."
After saying this, she walked into the bedroom.
Shao Kefan was stunned on the spot.
Wipe off the blood on King Ling's body, put on black and white clothes, and comb his hair.
Jian Xin laid him flat on the bed and stared at him for a long time.
"I originally had feelings for you."
"Mu Jianxin, I hate you."
The misunderstanding can no longer be explained clearly, and this will become her eternal pain.
It's not that she fell in love with him, it's just that there are some things that are more heart-wrenching than love.
Two hours later, King Cang Teng issued an order to give the mausoleum king a generous burial. But he said nothing about the punishment of the murderers, Protector and Shu Zhen.
Two days later, the mausoleum king was buried in the Cang Teng royal family cemetery.