Your Highness, the Proton of the Book, forgive me

At this moment, Jiang Xian's mind was spinning rapidly.

He didn't know what Qi Lu's purpose was, he insisted on provoking himself.

But the more he was like this, the less he could be impatient. Qian Zuisheng was obviously not as patient as Jiang Xianjing.

He waved his hand to signal for someone to pull Qi Lu down.

Jiang Xianjing shook his head slightly at Qian Zuisheng, then turned to Qi Lu and asked, "How did you get in touch with Qi Yang?"

Qi Lu was dumbfounded...

Qian Zuisheng frowned: "Xian Jing..."

Jiang Xian grabbed Qian Zuisheng's hand and gently shook it: "Tell Qi Yang, I am willing to write a confession, and I am willing to never return to Jiangling, as long as there is no bloodshed."

As soon as he said this, everyone in the room opened their eyes wide.

With Jiang Xianjing's confession, the Qi family monopolizes the power of the Jiangling state, so there is no need to shed blood and sacrifice.

But this confession will forever nail Jiang Xianjing to the rack of shame. He can be killed and cannot be humiliated. No one can tolerate a traitor who seeks glory.

Jiang Xian would be yelled at by everyone, and wherever he went, someone would poke him in the back.

At that time, let alone being the queen of Qianyu Country, even if she stays by Qian Zuisheng's side, she will be cast aside and shameless.

He will even become a stain on Qian Zuisheng's political career.

"His Royal Highness, is this true?"

Jiang Xian nodded in shock: "Of course, if Qi Yang can do it, you can live too."

"Xian Jing" Qian Zuisheng couldn't bear it any longer, and directly interrupted Jiang Xianjing's words.

Jiang Xian stared at Qian Zuisheng with startled eyes: "Zuisheng, I've made up my mind, you don't have to persuade me, I hope His Majesty will not dislike you and give me a bite of food."

Qian Zuisheng's eyes turned red all of a sudden, and his heart felt like a knife was piercing his heart.

The sound of water in the hot spring palace is melodious, and the warm yellow palace lanterns shine on the two entangled figures.

Mr. Wen leaned his head up against the wall of the hot spring pool, and scratched his back with his fingertips, but the man didn't care.

I don't know how long it took, accompanied by a low sob.

The waves gradually subsided.

Mr. Wen couldn't move, but that man got out of the pool first.

Mr. Wen waited for a long time before getting up with difficulty. He was barefoot, leaning on the wall and slowly walked into the room. He was very cold and his teeth were chattering.

The wet hair was attached to the body, hanging down in strands: "Brother Yang, I'm very cold, can you come and hug me?"

Qi Yang put on a clean robe, his hair was already dry, his eyes were half down, and he was casually opening a letter.

Hearing this, he didn't raise his head: "You are really funny. How old are you, and you still don't know how to cherish yourself? Are all the palace people dead? Hurry up and tidy up, Qilu has sent you a letter."

Mr. Wen muttered for a while, but finally said nothing.

The maids filed in and cleaned him up quickly.

He was wearing a goose-yellow robe, his hair was still a little damp, and he was still stepping barefoot on the soft and dry cashmere carpet.

Only then did Qi Yang raise the corner of his mouth: "That's great, come here..."

Mr. Wen walked over obediently and lay on Qi Yang's lap.

Qi Yang handed the letter paper to Mr. Wen, and put his other hand in along the back of his neck. Mr. Wen was shocked by the ice. He glanced at the letter paper, and the more he looked at it, the more frightened he became.

Suddenly, Mr. Wen caught a glimpse of the envelope on the table slightly bulging, he took it and shook it, a dry and bloodless finger bone rolled to the ground.

Qi Yang still had a gentle smile on his face: "Unexpectedly, this Jiang Xianjing is still a ruthless character."

"You don't have to worry..." Mr. Wen stroked Qi Yang's eyebrows, "Jiang Xianjing may be bluffing, we have so many people in Jiangling Kingdom, he won't touch the second young master."

Qi Yang didn't speak.

After a while, he suddenly pulled out his hand, spread his five fingers and held it in front of Mr. Wen.

Mr. Wen opened his eyes wide in horror.

The phalanx of Qi Yang's little finger bent upwards unnaturally, and the angle was exactly the same as the amputated finger in the envelope.

Qi Yang raised Mr. Wen's chin: "Don't be afraid, soldiers are precious and fast, just hurry up on your side."

Mr. Wen nodded obediently.

Qi Yang pointed to the imperial concubine's couch on the other side, and continued to seduce Mr. Wen: "Don't let him die...go lie down..."

The carriage shook, and Jiang Xian was shocked by acupuncture points, unable to move his limbs.

Qian Zuisheng leaned against the couch, took a hot towel and wiped Jiang Xianjing's forehead little by little.

"Drunk sound, let me go first."

Qian Zuisheng shook his head: "Xian Jing, don't hate me, I can't let you be stained..."

"Confused..." Jiang Xian's eyes turned red in shock.

Qian Zuisheng groaned for a moment, then put his palm on Jiang Xianjing's eyes: "You sleep for a while, when we wake up, we will arrive at Huaigu City."

Yesterday, Jiang Xianjing had already reached an agreement with Qi Lu.

Jiang Xianjing exchanged the confession and Qi Lu for a bloodless change of power in the Jiangling Kingdom.

But the moment Jiang Xian turned around in shock, Qian Zuisheng resolutely knocked him out, the crescent moon flashed coldly, and half of Qi Lu's finger followed the letter to Qi Yang.

Jiang Xianjing once said in front of the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty that he didn't care about the country, the country, and the future of the country, and only wanted to depend on Qian Zuisheng for life and death.

It's not the case with Qianzuisheng.

It's just that unlike Jiang Xianjing, Qian Zuisheng is more greedy, and he wants more.

Those who want Jiang Xianjing want his reputation even more, he can't let Jiang Xianjing suffer any more grievances.

Thousands of drunken voices led the troops day and night, heading for the ancient city of Huai.

Jiang Xianjing still wanted to speak, Qian Zuisheng kissed his forehead softly: "Don't worry, I'll take care of Babur..."

Jiang Xianjing finally closed his eyes unwillingly.

Qian Zuisheng softly comforted Jiang Xianjing: "Tomorrow, tomorrow there will be news from Qiyang."

But Qian Zuisheng was wrong.

The news didn't come until three days later, when Jiang Xianjing and Qian Zuisheng had already set up troops in Huaigu City.

For three days, Emperor Dajiang endured unprecedented torture.

Mr. Wen personally pierced his lute bone with a red-hot iron chain.

Emperor Dajiang's eyes widened in disbelief amid the smell of burnt flesh.

It was really hard for him to believe that Mr. Wen, who was usually gentle and submissive, who was reluctant to run over an ant, would actually kill him painfully.

Mr. Wen wiped away the blood on his hands in disgust.

His hands were as white and beautiful as ever, and the whip lashed Emperor Dajiang like raindrops with salt water, which was more graceful than his movements of playing the piano.

Emperor Dajiang's teeth were pulled out one by one and served in his favorite glazed cup.

Both feet were pressed into a frying pan.

Emperor Dajiang couldn't speak, his fingertips trembled, and his legs couldn't stand upright. He didn't sign the edict to abolish the prince until the last bit of strength was exhausted.

When he was just sentenced, Emperor Dajiang was still holding on, relying on his own immortality, he could still go out.

But later, he wished that he would die soon.

He was stubborn and suspicious all his life, but was pecked by the eagle in the end.

After Jiang Xianjing got married, he finally tried his best to protect his son once, but at the cost of his life.

The pain all over his body suddenly eased, Emperor Dajiang only felt his body was lighter than ever before, and the door of the secret room suddenly opened.

Emperor Dajiang turned his head to hide from the bright light: "Is Xian Jing back?"