Qiao Yuyan was startled and quickly withdrew from Wen Tingyuan's arms. Turning around, she saw a man in armor, holding a long sword and staring at them with a half-smile, a hint of teasing on his face.
Just from his eyebrows, Qiao Yuyan guessed who he was, and her face suddenly turned red.
Wen Tingyuan hid Qiao Yuyan behind his back and asked seriously: "Has everything been taken care of?"
"Okay!" The man snorted softly, "This paper-like defense line doesn't take much effort."
Wen Tingyuan turned around and put his arms around Qiao Yuyan's waist, leading her up to the tower with a few jumps.
Qiao Yuyan quickly looked in the direction of Jiahe just now, but there was nothing except messy blood stains on the ground.
"Don't look anymore, she bit her tongue and committed suicide." The man's face showed no expression, and even showed a hint of disgust, "Let's go! Those crazy people are holding many officials' female relatives as hostages, and they are fighting inside! "
The man just took a step forward and suddenly thought of something. He turned to look at Wen Tingyuan and waved his hand, "You kid, don't go and stay with your wife! It won't be good if you get too involved in what happens next."
Wen Tingyuan was not polite at all and took Qiao Yuyan's hand and walked out.
Qiao Yuyan said quickly: "The old lady is still in the room behind Huangji Hall!"
"Got it!" Wen Tingyuan didn't answer, but the man waved his hand, "Well, she has lived for such a long time, how can she die so easily?"
Seeing that he didn't care about Mrs. Wen's safety, Qiao Yuyan couldn't help but feel anxious.
However, Wen Tingyuan pulled her downstairs and said, "He is sensible, you don't have to worry."
The two of them walked all the way downstairs. The gate of Chengtian Gate had been opened. The people underneath were not the ones Qiao Yuyan had seen wearing armor before. It was obvious that they had quickly captured this place.
Seeing Wen Tingyuan coming over, someone brought the horse over for him. Qiao Yuyan was carried up by him, and then he remembered Qiao Weisheng and the others. Wen Tingyuan just smiled and sat down behind her, pulled the reins, and rode without hesitation. He left the city, "Don't worry! We have already made arrangements."
Before Qiao Yuyan spoke again, Wen Tingyuan said warmly: "I'm back, can you leave everything to me?"
The question about the seventh prince was swallowed back in his stomach, and he felt at ease in his heart.
"Lean on me and rest for a while. It looks like the circles under your eyes are smoked."
Qiao Yuyan was amused by his metaphor, but what he said was a real situation. She was really lacking in energy.
Before, she was holding on with just one breath. Now that she was in his arms and wrapped in a thick crane cloak, and the string that had been tense in her heart was completely relaxed, Qiao Yuyan's mind began to Feeling dizzy.
She didn't even realize that she fell asleep so quickly.
When Wen Tingyuan heard her breathing heavy, he slowed down his horse and supported her firmly with both arms.
There was an eerie calm on the street at the moment, with no one lighting a lamp.
But Wen Tingyuan knew that there were anxious faces inside the dark windows.
but……
He sighed softly, as if he wanted to let go of the weight that had been weighing on his shoulders for many years.
This chaos is over and everything will be fine.
He thought so in his heart, and a smile appeared on his face.
Under the dim light, the girl's face looked quiet and indifferent, just like how she had fallen asleep on the floor of his study many years ago.
Finally... we didn't miss the promise.
Qiao Yuyan woke up in a daze and found herself in a strange place.
It's just that this place is unfamiliar, but there is a faint familiar scent of pine.
"woke up?"
The gentle voice came, and Qiao Yuyan's thoughts immediately came back, "Zhangyuan?"
The bed curtain was lifted, Wen Tingyuan had changed into homely clothes, and was sitting on the bedside looking at him with a smile. There was a book on the table.
"Where is this?"
"Mengpo Zhai."
Wen Tingyuan answered her and helped her up. Only then did Qiao Yuyan notice a stinging pain on her neck.
Just as he was about to reach out and touch it, he stopped him, "It's just been drugged, don't touch it."
It was Jiahe's dagger that hurt him.
Qiao Yuyan couldn't help but feel a little indifferent when she thought of Jiahe.
"In recent years, natural disasters have been reported continuously in Jiangsu, Zhejiang, Guangdong, and Fujian, and the funds allocated by the imperial court for disaster relief and construction projects have reached several million taels every year. In fact, although these provinces have not been in good weather in recent years,
But it’s not as serious as reported.”
Qiao Yuyan just listened to him quietly. She had never been exposed to these matters in the court, and she didn't understand the truth behind them.
Wen Tingyuan brought a bowl of soup from the table next to him, fed it to Qiao Yuyan carefully, and then continued to tell her, "Actually, all the more than 20 million taels of silver over the years have gone into the pockets of people in these places.
, and the people in these places are basically from the Fifth Prince faction."
Seeing that Qiao Yuyan didn't want to drink, Wen Tingyuan didn't force himself and put the things back. Then he looked at Qiao Yuyan and said, "If the person sitting in the capital was not His Highness the Fifth, I'm afraid none of these people would survive. So,
With the fifth prince gone, they would have to fight with Jiahe.
The people in these provinces have suffered so much that none of them, mother and son, can escape. Jiahe... she has only this way."
Qiao Yuyan sighed softly, not knowing what to say.
She didn't like Jiahe, but she thought that if Jiahe was born in an ordinary family, maybe he wouldn't develop such a temperament, and maybe he wouldn't end up like this.
But she doesn't feel pity for her. In the end, it's just a sigh. Some people's fate has its ending already written from birth.
The fate of those who seize the direct descendants is nothing more than those two. Either they become famous and squeeze out a place in the history books, or they fall three feet away from that seat and have no chance of survival.
What Qiao Yuyan said to her at that time was just because Jiahe was a woman and she should have been able to avoid this result.
Wen Tingyuan patted her shoulder, "I've heard about everything at home. I've asked people to take care of it over there. There are also people in the Qiao Mansion taking care of it. Don't worry! Take a good rest for a few days and wait until everything is over.
It’s not too late to go back when it’s stable.”
Qiao Yuyan nodded, looked at his face with green stubble, and suddenly asked: "Are you okay?"
"It's hard for me to show up now. My... surname is Wen."
Hearing this, Qiao Yuyan felt relieved, "Then...why don't you get some sleep?"
Wen Tingyuan's face couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable, "This... is just this room."
Qiao Yuyan didn't react at first, but after two breaths of confusion, her face immediately started to burn.
Fortunately, the lights were not very bright at this time, and she couldn't see clearly. She forced herself to calm down and said: "This bed is so wide, can't I sleep on it?"
