Author: Liuyun Hairpin

When Qiu Wenhua got the news in his mansion, he broke out in a cold sweat and even woke up from most of the wine.

Worried about causing panic, he avoided the people and followed the messenger and left quietly through the back door.

After boarding the observation tower, he asked the soldiers beside him: "What is the situation now?"

"Reporting to the governor, the people of Xiye are all pressing down on the ground and there seems to be no further movement."

Qiu Wenhua frowned and looked into the distance with a solemn expression. Xiye's army held torches, and the darkness pressed against the sideline, like a continuous burning black flame.

Just looking at it makes people scared.

"Where's General Liu?"

"The general has led his troops out of the city to meet the enemy."

Qiu Wenhua looked at Xiye's army who had not taken any action for the time being, and said slowly: "Tell General Liu... don't act rashly. They are too quiet. I'm worried about fraud."

"yes!"

The soldier trotted off the stage. Qiu Wenhua was stroking the parapet with both hands, feeling quite heavy in his heart.

Xiye has been peaceful for so many days, so why did things happen again today?

Qiu Wenhua scoffed and laughed at himself for being too preoccupied.

Who knows what these barbarians are thinking, but...such weird behavior is really suspicious.

In the past, when the two armies were fighting this morning, how could there be such a stiff confrontation?

Qiu Wenhua thought carefully for a while and called his attendants.

"Report the situation here to Beijing..." He knocked on the parapet and added two words, "Urgent."

——

For Pei Qing, it is not difficult to find Wei Ping.

He always stayed in the deepest room of the Prison Department, tossing things that tortured people.

Now Pei Qing is even more worried about whether Song Qing'an will be injured if he is taken away by Wei Ping.

"Sir Admiral, Master Zhangyin is here!"

A factory guard came to report outside the door. Wei Ping smiled with unclear meaning, moved his fingers slightly, and put away the silver needle.

"I know, you can go down."

"Princess, you see, I said that the Lord will definitely come."

Song Qing'an raised his head and leaned against the cold brick wall behind him, silently, feeling a little complicated in his heart.

Why did he really come...he shouldn't have come.

She finally understood that Wei Ping seemed to be loyal to Pei Qing, but in fact... he was only loyal to the person who best met his expectations.

Once that person behaves differently than expected, Wei Ping will be merciless and try his best to kill him.

He is the most loyal and the craziest believer.

Apart from other things, from this point of view, this small area is completely Wei Ping's territory.

Who knows how much of Wei Ping's own influence has penetrated into the East Factory for so many years?

There was a loud earthquake at the iron gate. Song Qing'an was shocked and couldn't help but look in the direction of the sound.

The seemingly solid door seemed to tremble, and then creaked open with a painful groan.

Pei Qing appeared behind him with a gloomy face.

"My lord..."

Wei Ping turned around, his eyes brightening slightly, but as soon as he said two words, his voice fell silent.

Pei Qing approached at an extremely fast speed, grabbed Wei Ping by the throat, and pushed him hard against the wall.

Even Song Qingan felt the vibration on the wall.

This change happened so suddenly that Song Qingan looked at Pei Qing belatedly, and then slowly stood up.

Pei Qing tightened his palms, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged as he exerted force, and his face was frighteningly calm, as if he was looking at a dead object.

"Who gave you the courage?"

Wei Ping didn't resist at all. Even though he was about to be strangled to death by Pei Qing, he could still laugh.

"Lord...Lord, I am...I am helping you..."

He struggled to say something, but as expected, Pei Qing pinched him tighter.

The latter glanced at Song Qing'an briefly and saw that she was standing aside calmly. There was no blood on her body, so she should be fine.

"Who are you, and you are worthy of helping me?"

Pei Qing sneered, grabbed Wei Ping's neck and threw him to the ground, and there was a muffled sound that made people feel sour.

It can be heard that Pei Qing used all his strength.

Wei Ping was lying on the ground in embarrassment, coughing up blood. The calmness and calmness that he had when he faced Song Qing'an was no longer there. Song Qing'an looked at it quietly, but he didn't feel very happy in his heart.

I don’t know how Zhu Yan is doing...

She was a little worried... that Pei Qing would know at this time.

Song Qingan didn't want to hide it from Pei Qing, but he didn't want him to know about it in front of him either.

Seeing that Wei Ping could no longer act as a monster in a short period of time, Pei Qing withdrew his gaze and fell on Song Qing'an.

"Is there anything wrong with you?"

The tone was extremely calm, as if he was asking politely. If Song Qingan hadn't seen him so excited just now, he would have been deceived by him.

"Nothing, Admiral Wei is very polite."

Song Qing'an said and smiled at Wei Ping, as if the two of them were making tea here before.

Wei Ping said "ho ho" and ignored Song Qing'an's provocation.

Pei Qing naturally didn't believe Wei Ping's polite nonsense.

But when he saw Song Qing's safety standing intact, although he had doubts in his heart, he didn't ask any more questions.

"Sir Admiral! Ti... I have met Lord Palmprint!"

The factory guard who had come to report the news hurried over and saw Wei Ping lying on the ground. Pei Qing looked back gloomily. He was startled and his voice trembled.

"What's the matter?"

"Zhang...Master Zhangyin, the palace has announced a new decree."

The factory guard said bravely, looking at Song Qing'an beside him.

Pei Qing suddenly had a bad premonition in his heart and frowned, "What's the purpose?"

"Your Majesty decrees that Princess Zhaoding and the second prince Xiye will get married. The wedding date is...ten days later..."

Song Qingan closed his eyes.

The situation she least wanted to face happened.

"Ten days?"

Pei Qing raised her lips with a cold smile: "You are so impatient, do you want to send someone out?"

These words seemed to be talking about Emperor Liang, but Pei Qing's eyes always fell on Song Qing'an.

She lowered her eyes and avoided looking: "It's not like there were no princesses getting married before, so it's not difficult to prepare for these matters."

Pei Qing raised her eyebrows: "Princess has been prepared, right?"

"Pei Zhangyin, how can I predict the future?"

Song Qing'an twitched the corners of his lips, smiling softly.

Pei Qing felt extremely sour in his heart when he saw her indifferent expression.

"In this case...can I leave? The marriage involves two countries, and I can't continue to disappear at this time."

Pei Qing looked away, looked at Wei Ping who was lying on the ground, and said coldly: "Send Princess Zhaoding back to the palace."

"yes."

Song Qing'an smiled and wished Pei Qing good luck, but unfortunately the latter didn't appreciate it at all.

Wei Ping chuckled and received a kick in the heart from Pei Qing.

He turned over to lie on his back and said, "If I can die in the hands of the Lord, I will have no regrets."

"Killing you will dirty our hands."

Pei Qing glanced briefly, took out the handkerchief and wiped it carefully between her fingers.

"My lord, are you still you?"

Wei Ping pressed his heart, took a few breaths and suddenly asked.

Pei Qing didn't want to answer his boring question.

"If you are no longer the lord, I will kill you." Wei Ping said surreptitiously, looking at Pei Qing with fervent and resentful eyes.

Pei Qing's fingertips moved slightly, and Wei Ping groaned and froze in place.

"Silence."
Chapter completed!