newbobooks Chapter 195 Death of Zhao Yuanshen
Chapter 195 Death of Zhao Yuanshen
Zhao Huaijin stepped forward, grabbed Zhao Yuanshen's neck and lifted him up.
Due to long-term use of opium, Zhao Yuanshen had no ability to fight back at all. He was strangled by Zhao Huaijin until he had difficulty breathing, his face turned pale, and he was about to faint.
Song Qingwan hurried forward anxiously, she held Zhao Huaijin's hand and shook her head gently.
"Ajin, no! Zhao Yuanshen can't die here!"
Zhao Huaijin regained his senses when he heard Song Qingwan's voice, and he threw Zhao Yuanshen to the ground.
Zhao Yuanshen was finally able to breathe fresh air. He lay on the ground coughing violently.
Zhao Huaijin stepped forward to warn.
"Shut your stinky mouth! If you say such dirty words to my mother again, watch out for your life!"
After hearing what Zhao Huaijin said, Zhao Yuanshen remained stubborn and continued talking with a crazy expression on his face.
"You don't know yet, right? Back then, your mother was taken away by the Emperor of Xiyue to buy your father time to prepare for war. Then you were born! Your father has been brooding over this all these years. Although your mother voluntarily sacrificed herself for the Great Saint Dynasty, it cannot erase the fact that you are a bastard!"
"I don't believe it, you're talking nonsense!"
"How could your father, the emperor, be willing to endure such a great humiliation? It's lucky he didn't strangle you to death, hahahaha..."
Zhao Huaijin raised his sword and stabbed Zhao Yuanshen through the heart. Zhao Yuanshen was not surprised at all by Zhao Huaijin's action. He spat out a mouthful of blood and continued speaking while gritting his teeth.
"I know you can't accept it, but the facts are the facts. Otherwise, why is it that you, Yan Jia, are so outstanding, and the Yan family behind you is no worse than Zhao Yujun, or even better than him, but you have never been reused?"
"Shut up! Stop talking!"
Zhao Huaijin's eyes turned bloodshot and he thrust the sword deeper.
Zhao Yuanshen was bleeding all over the floor and was about to die. Song Qingwan knew she couldn't persuade him, so she stopped talking.
"Ahem... ahem... back then you were assassinated and nearly died from multiple knife wounds. Did your father ever seek justice for you? Do you think he didn't know that the one who assassinated you was a member of the Lan family, Prince Yu's faction?"
Zhao Huaijin didn't want to listen any more, so he drew his sword and slashed Zhao Yuanshen's neck again. Zhao Yuanshen finally died.
Zhao Huaijin placed his sword on the ground, squatted down and gasped heavily.
Song Qingwan stepped forward and tried to help him up, but Zhao Huaijin gently waved his hand and said no need.
"Awan, let's go home."
"it is good."
On the second day, Song Qingwan and Zhao Huaijin said goodbye to Changbai. Changbai had been on the throne for a while, and the little guy's aura had gradually become much stronger than before, with the demeanor of a little emperor.
Although he could usually deal with civil and military officials calmly, he was still a baby after all.
Now that he saw that his elder sister was about to leave him, the little guy grabbed Song Qingwen's hand for a long time and refused to let go.
"Eldest sister, after we part today, when will we meet again?"
Song Qingwan touched his head and smiled softly.
"When Changbai grows up, we will meet again one day."
Princess Yueyao still performed the master-servant ceremony to Song Qingwan with humility as usual.
"Have a safe journey, Master."
Song Qingwan nodded.
"You two should take care of yourselves. Changbai is still young and everything depends on you."
Yueyao nodded and took Changbai's hand. The mother and son watched Song Qingwan and Zhao Huaijin gradually go away.
After Zhao Huaijin appeared, Yan Yu returned to the Gusu City camp, while Awu hesitated as if he had something to say.
Song Qingwan guessed what she was thinking, and she turned to Zhao Huaijin and said.
"Why don't we go first and let Wu catch up later."
Zhao Huaijin took a look at his hands and saw that they were red, and suddenly he understood something.
He is naturally a good and sensible master. Awu is already in his twenties and it is time for him to get married.
"Okay, be careful when you're alone."
"Yes, Master!"
With his master's consent, Awu immediately jumped on his horse and galloped towards Qiantang Prefecture.
Chunya joked from the side.
"The next time we see Brother Wu, maybe we'll be a family of three!"
Song Qingwan patted her helplessly, "What are you thinking? How can this child be born so easily?"
After all, Awu holds an important position and can only be with Yancai for a short time, and he still has to return to Prince Huai's Mansion.
The group was not in a hurry on the way back to the capital, but enjoyed the scenery along the way as they walked.
Song Qingwan has been busy fighting for several years since she traveled through time, and it seems that she has never appreciated the ancient scenery.
She lifted the car curtain and looked at the sky in the distance, wondering whether the sky of this Great Holy Dynasty and the sky of the 21st century were the same, and whether the sun was the same sun?
The air in ancient times was much fresher than the air in the 21st century. There were no tall buildings everywhere, no chimneys emitting thick smoke, and no noisy traffic. Tall trees and fast-running small animals could be seen everywhere along the way.
Song Qingwan found that he had adapted to life here, as if the days in the 21st century were just a thing of the past life.
Zhao Huaijin walked forward and hugged Song Qingwan in his arms, saying with some guilt.
"I'm sorry for making you suffer, Awan."
"What nonsense are you talking about? We are husband and wife, isn't this what I should do?"
"How could I, Zhao Huaijin, be so worthy of such a wife? It is the greatest blessing in life."
Chunya consciously walked to the front and drove the carriage with the driver. She didn't want to be a light bulb for her master.
Sitting in front of the carriage, Chunya secretly looked in the direction of Gusu City. She thought that Yan Yu should have returned to the camp by now, and she wondered if they would see each other again in this life.
The carriage stopped and started for a month before finally arriving at the Palace of Prince Huai of the Great Sage Dynasty. At this time, Song Qingwan was almost eight months pregnant, and her body was so heavy that she needed someone's help to get in and out of the carriage.
"I'm coming!"
A Rong and Yan Hui, who had been waiting at the gate of Prince Huai's mansion for a long time, saw the carriage stop and hurried forward.
Yan Hui blushed when he saw Chunya. He had successfully lost weight and grown a lot taller, looking like a handsome young man.
Now Yan Hui has been in the Imperial College for more than a year. I heard that he has done very well in his studies and is deeply loved by the teacher.
Zhao Huaijin helped Song Qingwan down from the carriage. Ah Rong's eyes widened. She circled around Song Qingwan twice.
"Is the princess going to give birth to a little prince?"
Chunya looked at the silly boy with a helpless look on his face. She walked up and slapped Arong on the back of his head.
"Need I say that? Hurry up and have someone put the things in the backyard, or else the master will be tired."
"Okay, I'll go right away!" A Rong ran into the mansion.
Song Qingwan looked at Yan Hui's face which was as red as pig blood and seemed to understand something. She pulled Zhao Huaijin and winked at him, and the two walked into the yard.
Yan Hui scratched his head and spoke haltingly when facing Chunya.
"Are you...are you okay? Are your wounds healed? Did they beat you?"
"I'm fine now, thank you for your concern."
"Then...then I'll go back first and come see you in a few days!"
Yan Hui reached out and stuffed something into Chunya's hand, then turned around and ran away.
Chunya stood there frowning in confusion. Why did Fatty Yan become more courageous after losing weight?