The man she imprisoned was a white-skinned

The spread of information in ancient times was not as convenient as it is in the 21st century. After staying in Yangzhou City for three days, the urgent news finally arrived.

Originally, their journey to Yangzhou had taken five days. Including these three days, it was probably eight days later when the news of the disaster at the Duke of Yan's Mansion came.

There are occasional frictions on the border between Nanmeng and Beiliang, but the two sides are mostly evenly matched on the battlefield.

However, this time, the three passes seemed to be seen through by Beiliang, and they retreated step by step, resulting in the loss of the three passes. Meng Ziyan was furious and said that he would purge the rebellious officials who colluded with Beiliang in the court.

Collaboration with the enemy and treason are serious crimes, and the court was silent for a while.

Meng Ziyan sent the Imperial Guards to surround the Duke of Yan's mansion. The Duke of Yan was furious and asked Meng Ziyan what he meant.

Meng Ziyan personally came to the Duke of Yan's mansion and ordered his men to turn the mansion upside down. Finally, under a celadon vase, he found the ink painting of mountains and rivers that Yan Qing had made that day.

Meng Ziyan tore open the map of mountains and rivers in public. The thickness of the map was originally unusual.

When Duke Yan received it, he thought it was made of high-quality paper and did not look into the interlayer to doubt it.

Meng Ziyan tore open the map of mountains and rivers at this time, and inside was a letter of rebellion written in Yan Qing's handwriting, and a military map of the three passes.

"Come here, Duke Yan is collaborating with the enemy and committing treason, arrest all the people in the Duke's Mansion." Meng Ziyan was in a high position, and he looked at the script he had already arranged with indifference.

On the night when the entire Duke's Mansion was executed, Meng Ziyan sat on a high seat in the main hall of the mansion.

He gracefully held up the teacup in one hand and blew gently against it, while listening to the noisy wails coming from the people in Duke Yan's Mansion.

The afterglow of the setting sun still shines on the red brick roof tiles of the Duke of Yan's Mansion, but it seems that it is also in its twilight years, no longer as prosperous and noble as it once was.

The Imperial Guards only obey Meng Ziyan's orders and are ruthless killing machines.

For a moment, the whole mansion of Duke Yan was dyed red with a pool of bright red blood. The jade-carved steps, the newly blossomed lotus flowers beside the lotus pond, and the purple bamboo forest planted in the next yard were all filled with corpses of the people in the mansion.

The instigator was sitting calmly in the main hall, his dragon robe was clean without a trace of blood, which was out of tune with the atmosphere of killing.

"You tyrant, you will not die well." Mrs. Song's body was covered with scars and her hair was disheveled.

She understood instantly that since Yan Qing came to Nanmeng, Meng Ziyan had set up a trap for the Duke of Yan's Mansion. In order to completely wipe out the Duke of Yan's Mansion, he even exchanged the three passes of the city for it.

Killing loyal ministers and giving away cities, only Meng Ziyan could do such a ridiculous thing.

Duke Yan was filled with grief and took a last look at the sunset over the Duke's Mansion.

What Cheng'er said was right all along. She told him not to be blindly loyal and not to pin his hopes on Meng Ziyan. It was he who did not listen to Cheng'er's words.

The Duke of Yan finally repented at this time, but it was too late. He was surrounded by the Royal Guards and was seriously injured.

Seeing that Duke Yan was at the end of his strength, the Royal Guards stabbed him with their spears without hesitation. Countless spears pierced Duke Yan's body deeply, and finally he fell to the ground with regretful eyes.

The two puppets transformed by Ying Wugui, "Yan Cheng'an and Yan Liujing", both died at the hands of the Imperial Guards in front of Meng Ziyan.

On the night when the entire Duke's family was executed, a light drizzle fell in the city of Bianjing.

The refreshing summer rain washed away the bloody filth of Duke Yan's Mansion, but it only added a bit of chill to the people of Bianliang during the summer solstice.

It was on this night that Yan Cheng'an, who was far away in Yangzhou, couldn't help but tremble his wrist. The teacup in his hand fell to the ground due to the trembling, and immediately broke into pieces, turning into heart-wrenching broken pieces of porcelain.

The news that the Duke of Yan had colluded with the enemy and committed treason and that his entire family had been executed spread like wildfire.

Meng Ziyan not only killed everyone in the Duke's Mansion, he also searched for the remnants of the Duke of Yan's Mansion throughout the entire country of Nanmeng. A wanted order was issued to all cities in Nanmeng, causing panic among the people.

Meng Xuanhe clenched his fists and then lowered them. This was the emperor's anger.

Even if she knew the plot, she couldn't save the entire Duke's Mansion. She was just a cowardly princess who pretended to be perfect and lived under Meng Ziyan.

Yan Liujing curled up on the stone chair in the pavilion, his face pale. He immediately hugged his head with both hands and buried it deeply between his knees.

The usually passionate woman curled up on the stone bench and trembled. She tried to suppress her tears, and her throat was choked and painful.

Tears rolled out like a dam breaking, like a helpless child.

"I've said it before, father's loyalty is blind loyalty." Yan Cheng'an was right next to Yan Liujing, and they both knew at the same time the news that the entire family of Duke Yan had been executed.

Yan Liujing cried bitterly, but he just stared ahead blankly without a single tear.

In the past, if Yan Liujing heard Yan Cheng'an talking back to his father like this, he would definitely teach him a lesson.

But at this moment, the only response to Yan Chengan was low sobs.

Meng Xuanhe walked to the pavilion with very light steps and came to the side of the sobbing Yan Liujing.

She gently placed her warm hand on Yan Liujing's shoulder. She could not do anything else but to accompany them quietly like this.

In the original plot, Yan Cheng'an escaped the disaster because he was traveling, but Yan Liujing died that night.

From then on, there was no more dissolute young master of the Duke of Yan's Mansion, nor was there the ambitious and beautiful Princess Liujing in this world.

Yan Chengan picked up the wine jug in his hand and drank it all in one gulp. He then threw it to the ground angrily, and it slowly rolled to Meng Xuanhe's feet.

There are quite a few such wine jars and gourds piled up throughout the pavilion.

Meng Xuanhe didn't know how much Yan Cheng'an had drunk. At the moment, he was drunk and looked sad and on the verge of collapse, which made Meng Xuanhe afraid to get close to him.

Seeing Yan Liujing in such pain, how could Yan Chengan not be moved.

He looked at the hazy girl in front of him with a little drunkenness. His chest felt as if it was being stabbed by a knife, and the finger bones placed on the stone table could not help but tremble slightly.

The breeze was as cool as a feather, but it made Yan Cheng'an feel a sharp pain in his heart as if it was being cut by a knife or an axe.

He tried his best to suppress his emotions, but Yan Liujing could no longer bear the grief.

And he couldn't fall down again.

"Come with me." Meng Xuanhe comforted Yan Liujing for a while, and then noticed that something was wrong with Yan Chengan.

Compared to Yan Liujing's direct outburst, Yan Chengan's repressed demeanor made her more worried.

Without much hesitation, Meng Xuanhe grabbed Yan Chengan and took him deep into the bamboo forest inside the mansion.

The boy's hand that she was holding tightly was trembling slightly, as if he was enduring great pain.

Despair spread in the bamboo forest and collapsed in the calm.

He was numbly led away by Meng Xuanhe and walked into the bamboo forest.

"Yan Cheng'an, wake up." Seeing his numb look, Meng Xuanhe clasped his shoulders tightly with both hands and shook him slightly.

At noon on the summer solstice, the sun is blazing brightly in the sky, making people's eyes hurt.

Yan Chengan came back to his senses, his eyes full of resentment, as if he was about to be swallowed by hatred.

"What's the point of hating Meng Ziyan now? It will only make your enemy laugh at your depression." Seeing that Yan Chengan could hear him, Meng Xuanhe said hurriedly.

She still couldn't bear it. She couldn't bear to see that high-spirited, well-dressed, and energetic young man become so desperate now.

Yan Cheng'an felt a choking in his throat and his whole body stopped trembling. He looked into the eyes of Meng Xuan and Qingming.

Huge waves surged in his chest, and the boy who was calm in front of Yan Liujing finally succumbed to these clear and cloudless eyes and let down his strong defenses.

He gently placed his wrist over his eyes, the tears in his eyes flowing down his arms, bitter and strong.

Crazy hatred surged around him, and he looked at her with bloodshot eyes.