Chapter 882 Kill

"Take it off."

"Take it all off."

"Including underneath."

"Don't leave anything."

"Stand straight."

"Squat down."

"Stick it out."

"Okay."

Zhao Yuannian's face was slightly flushed as he put his clothes back on.

Third Master picked up a cup of water, handed it to Zhao Yuannian, and said, "Down the hatch."

Zhao Yuannian didn't hesitate and drank it all in one gulp, feeling a burning sensation in his chest.

"Pay attention to your bowel movements and urine these next few days. If any other colors or blood appear, tell me," Xue San reminded.

"Thank you, Third Master."

Zhao Yuannian knew that Third Master was examining his body to see if any tricks had been played on him or if he had been poisoned.

In this world, there are too many ways to kill someone invisibly, even to kill someone days or half a month later.

"Alright, go out."

"Third Master, what about my mother?"

Xue San raised his eyebrows and said, "Are you teaching me how to do things?"

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare."

"Then get out quickly."

"Yes."

Zhao Yuannian went out, and after a while, the Princess Consort of Fu entered.

The Princess Consort of Fu looked at Xue San and said, "Third Master, do I need to take off my clothes?"

Xue San smiled and said, "How would I dare?"

The Demon Kings have a good relationship with the Lord, but the problem is that there is only one Lord, and there are seven Demon Kings. The supply and demand relationship has been unbalanced from the start, so usually, you have to pay more attention to these small details.

"Drink this cup of tea in one gulp first. Inside, I've arranged a medicinal bath for you. Soak for a quarter of an hour.

Actually, I think the Silver Armored Guards must know that we will conduct a thorough examination, so they wouldn't resort to these methods. However, it's all for insurance, isn't it?"

"Third Master is right."

The Princess Consort of Fu drank the cup of tea in front of her, and then walked into the inner room. Soon, the sound of entering the bath came.

Xue San walked outside the tent. Outside, standing were Chen Xianba, and a group of guards and soldiers.

"Third Master."

"Guard her well."

"Yes, Third Master."

Xue San walked away, holding a silver needle in his hand, and began to pick his teeth.

A Ming walked over at this time, with his hands in his pockets, and said, "Finally going back."

"Missing the wine cellar at home?" Xue San asked.

"Yeah."

"But I haven't had enough fun this time." Third Master's tone was a little depressed. In the entire battle to enter Qian, A Ming followed the Lord through a bloody breakout, and Fan Li followed Chen Yang into the Upper Capital.

What about him, Xue San?

He and Chen Xiong wandered around Xiangsi Mountain like two fools.

To the point that it wasn't him who finally received the Lord during the breakout, but the people from Pengjia Village.

Although strategically, Xue San also knew that his moves along the way were essential, the problem was that, from a personal point of view, he completely exemplified what it meant to coast through the entire process.

"Wait for future opportunities," A Ming comforted.

"Even with your vampire brain filled with blood and red wine, you should be able to see that after this battle, it's estimated that there won't be another large-scale war for the next few years. Small-scale military operations won't let our Lord personally take command again.

And then,

Fan Li and I haven't leveled up yet!"

"Leveling up is to better enjoy life, not to live for the sake of leveling up."

"Remember, I will definitely return this sentence to you in the future."

"Whatever."

At this time, Zhao Yuannian carefully approached, standing on the side with a slightly restrained and cautious expression.

A Ming turned his head and glanced at him.

Zhao Yuannian asked in a low voice, "Two sirs, do my three Royal Consorts also need to be checked?"

"Do you care about your wives?" Xue San asked.

"Well… they are, after all, wives of humble origin."

"The word 'wives of humble origin' doesn't seem appropriate to use on you," A Ming said.

"Then it must be love that grows over time," Zhao Yuannian said.

"Fitting," Third Master nodded, "So, you care about them?"

"I... of course I should..."

"You are a Qian Kingdom Prince. When you go back, the Emperor of Yan might bestow upon you a Ji family member."

Zhao Yuannian: "Hmm…"

"And then, do you think it's appropriate for a Ji family member to be your concubine or secondary wife?"

"It seems, it's not appropriate."

"Oh, our Lord seems to have a co-equal wife," Xue San suddenly thought of something.

That was Little Sixth's imperial decree, because Little Sixth had known about Si Niang's existence for a long time, and also knew about Zheng Fan and Si Niang's feelings, so he issued a decree giving the Prince of the West Pacification the qualifications of a co-equal wife, that is, two legal wives.

Of course, in reality, it didn't raise Si Niang's status, but instead made the princess feel a little overwhelmed. What virtue and ability did Little Sister have to be associated with a "co-equal wife" qualification?

"But do you have this qualification?" Xue San asked again.

"I…"

The Emperor bestows a Ji surname woman upon you, and you still want to fight for a co-equal wife, what are you thinking, are you worthy?

"So, do you value your three Royal Consorts very much?"

Zhao Yuannian was led into it, and he followed this line of thinking:

"Could it be that I have to…"

Zhao Yuannian reached out and made a "cutting" gesture,

Immediately after,

He immediately shook his head violently, saying;

"I can't do that, I can't do that. I've betrayed my ancestors, and I've also betrayed my dead father. I'm humble and submissive, and what I'm asking for now is only two things;

One thing is that I hope that after going to Yan, I can get rid of the identity of a pig-like prince, and I can try to do something myself in this life, regardless of whether it succeeds or not, I can always try it out.

Second, I want to protect my family, my mother, my women. I'm considering things for the living, so I betrayed the dead. This is the bottom line that allows me to feel better in my heart before going to sleep at night."

Xue San and A Ming looked at each other and found that Zhao Yuannian was quite interesting.

"Third Master, please check my wives."

Zhao Yuannian bowed to Xue San.

Xue San waved his hand and said:

"You say that I don't even have the mood to check them, which proves that they are really not important. Are the Silver Armored Guards idle and have nothing to do, going to attack your three wives?

Who would care if one of your wives died?

The ones worth attacking are you and… your mother."

Zhao Yuannian understood and bowed again.

After he walked away,

Xue San said, "Do you think this guy is pretending?"

"Pretending to be affectionate and righteous in front of us?" A Ming asked back.

"That's right, winking at a blind man."

Saying that,

Xue San seemed to have thought of something, "Haha, when I think of the blind man still in Zhao, I at least bought some soy sauce, he didn't even smell the soy sauce, so I don't feel so bitter in my heart."

…

After the Princess Consort of Fu bathed and changed, she took the initiative to request an audience with the Prince of the West Pacification. She was very proactive.

When Chen Xianba came to report,

The Prince of the West Pacification, sitting in the marshal's tent, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.

The Princess Consort of Fu walked into the marshal's tent and stood there, looking at Zheng Fan sitting in the seat of honor.

Zheng Fan was flipping through memorials at first,

Then, using the corner of his eye while looking at the memorials, he looked at the Princess Consort of Fu.

The Princess Consort of Fu didn't speak, didn't lower her head, didn't pay her respects, and stood there generously with her hands in front of her.

The Prince put down the memorials,

Looked at her,

And said;

"Gained weight."

A smile appeared on the corner of the Princess Consort of Fu's mouth,

And said;

"I wouldn't dare to lose weight, I'm afraid you'll lose the feeling."

This woman is still as good at flirting as ever, she knows how to tease a man's heartstrings at the right time.

In this regard, Si Niang is actually more powerful than her, but the problem is that Zheng Fan is aware of Si Niang's power. In front of Si Niang, the Prince has always been in a "weak" position;

But in front of her, the Prince can maintain a sense of "control."

However, although it hasn't been too long, when they met again, it gave people the feeling that the veil on her body had been removed.

In the past, her subservience and flattery actually carried a sense of being at the mercy of others, and having no choice but to bow her head under the eaves;

At this moment, that feeling was gone, and instead, it was a bit like a lotus emerging from clear water.

In the past,

She wouldn't have dared to stand there and look directly at him like this.

"You've worked hard," Zheng Fan said.

The Princess Consort of Fu pursed her lips, her expression seeming a little strained,

She lowered her head, took a breath,

And said;

"I'm very happy to see the Prince again, really happy."

Zheng Fan nodded,

And said;

"You must be tired from the journey, rest well."

The Prince picked up the memorials again.

"Zheng Fan!!!"

The Princess Consort of Fu shouted.

The memorials in the Prince's hand almost fell.

Chen Xianba and Zheng Man, who were standing outside, both shuddered. It wasn't that they were frightened by this shout, but they really didn't expect that someone would dare to call their Prince by his name directly in the marshal's tent.

However, the two of them were not fools after all, no matter how loud the shouting was inside, it was impossible for them to go in and take a look.

Inside the marshal's tent, the Prince frowned slightly.

"Zheng Fan, I'm back."

"I know."

"I'm back."

"I saw."

"I'm back."

"I'm back."

"Why don't you come and hug me?"

"…" Zheng Fan.

…

In the military camp, there is a place where the sound of crying is now deafening.

Here, a funeral is being held, the funeral of the Qian Kingdom Empress.

Zhao Mugou and the members of the accompanying delegation were responsible for the arrangements. The group of people wailing outside were the Qian Kingdom nobles who had been looted and had just been freed.

The coffin was found nearby. After the initial funeral arrangements were made, the Empress's remains would be placed in the coffin and sent back to the Upper Capital.

"Things happened suddenly,"

So everything had to be kept simple,

And now, it was still on the territory of the Yan people's military camp.

The Yan soldiers suddenly increased in number a lot, and the sound of crying suddenly slowed down.

Zhao Mugou, wearing white cloth, saw the Prince of the West Pacification walking over with the Princess Consort of Fu, took the initiative to step forward, and handed over two bundles of incense.

After seeing the Prince and the Princess Consort of Fu walk into the tent where the Empress's remains were placed,

The Qian Kingdom nobles outside looked at me, and I looked at you,

And then cried out in an even louder voice.

Inside the tent, besides the bed where the Empress's remains were placed, there was no one else.

The Princess Consort of Fu walked to the Empress's remains. The remains had already been taken care of, dressed in formal attire, and there was a shallow and perfunctory bruise on her neck.

The other parts of the Empress's remains were covered in heavy rouge and powder, except for the neck, which was not wiped much, as if afraid of it being concealed.

"How did Her Majesty die?"

The Princess Consort of Fu looked at Zheng Fan standing beside her.

"What do you think?"

"It wasn't you who did it, right? A woman with no strength to truss a chicken, even if she is the Empress, you wouldn't order her to be killed."

"I'm not that noble."

After a pause,

Zheng Fan casually threw the incense in his hand on the remains, not even afraid that the Empress would choke when eating the incense offerings.

"I didn't do anything, and it's precisely because I didn't do anything that she died.

The Qian people made a deal with me, and they added some extras to the transaction. I knew what it meant, and I agreed.

And then,

She was forced to commit suicide."

The Princess Consort of Fu didn't ask why the Qian people wanted to kill her, because they were all women, and they were all women of noble status in the Qian Kingdom. She knew very well, and understood.

An Empress whose country's capital was breached and captured by the enemy,

The fact that she was still alive,

Was a great sin in itself.

The Princess Consort of Fu said:

"It's obviously the men who are useless, who failed to protect the women, allowing the women to be captured by outsiders;

What's ridiculous is,

In the end,

Her being alive has become something that those men are ashamed to mention, and even wish for her to die sooner.

Is men's face really that important?"

"Are you asking me?"

"Yes."

"Of course it's important."

The Prince's answer was very straight, but it couldn't be considered wrong. After all, this is an era of etiquette;

The etiquette of the Yan Kingdom is not as strict as that of the Qian Kingdom, but even this sentence is correct in the Yan Kingdom.

However,

The Prince added another sentence:

"It has to be on the basis of being able to protect one's own woman."

The Princess Consort of Fu reached out and helped the Empress tidy up her tiara,

And said;

"You didn't touch her."

"So sure?"

"If you had touched her, she wouldn't have died."

The Princess Consort of Fu turned her face, looked at Zheng Fan, and smiled sweetly,

"In the Qian Kingdom, many literati have written stories about you, about those Empress Dowagers, Imperial Dowagers, and various others."

Zheng Fan said, "Some are exaggerated, but maybe they themselves don't know that it's not all groundless."

He did take advantage of quite a few.

"They probably never thought that the stories they made up would eventually kill their Empress."

Because too many stories have been fabricated about the Prince of the West Pacification and those Empress Dowagers, and the Prince of the West Pacification's reputation for liking noble married women has long been widespread, so how could the Empress have survived after falling into the hands of the Prince of the West Pacification?

At that time, they could directly change the role of the other country's Empress Dowager and Empress to their own Empress. It's okay and interesting to joke about others, but when it falls on oneself, it's a great shame.

"This has nothing to do with me, even if I'm not the one leading the army, and it's replaced by another general;

A country's mother who was looted by a foreign army, whether she was insulted or not is no longer important, because her people have already believed in their hearts that she has been tainted.

But in the final analysis, they still want to find an excuse for their own face, for their own uselessness, for their own incompetence. This excuse is her death, which can transform the shame on their faces into a kind of tragic, ridiculous common hatred."

The Princess Consort of Fu stood up and leaned into Zheng Fan's chest.

When she was about to put her hand over,

The Prince took half a step back,

And said;

"Your hand just touched a dead person."

These words were very impolite;

The remains of the dignified Empress of the Great Qian were just a dead person in the eyes of the Prince of the West Pacification.

"Our Prince is still afraid of dead people?"

"Who knows where your hand will touch later."

"I was negligent."

"Have you seen enough? The filial sons and virtuous grandsons outside are almost crying their throats out."

The Princess Consort of Fu looked at the Empress lying there again,

And said:

"The men of the Qian Kingdom used more things to exchange for her death.

My man used a group of princes and nobles to exchange for me to come back.

Prince,

Am I considered your dowry?"

"Do you have a fever?"

"I don't care, that's what I think."

"I don't have time to deal with these things, I'm very idle."

"Huh?"

"I'm afraid of trouble."

"Prince, will you accompany me to wash my hands? Just, stay with me a little longer."

…

The Prince and the Princess Consort of Fu walked out,

And the group of princes and nobles finally stopped crying.

Afterwards,

The Prince walked into the tent where the Fu Prince's mansion was located.

The Princess Consort of Fu washed her hands and sat next to the Prince.

Zhao Yuannian was not here. He had already returned to being the military's clerk. This Prince Fu's enthusiasm for doing practical things was indeed shocking.

A woman walked in with a pot of tea. It was the Millstone Concubine.

The Princess Consort of Fu did not care about her daughter-in-law being here at all, and leaned on the Prince's shoulder.

The Millstone Concubine began to pour tea,

The Princess Consort of Fu opened her mouth as if she had thought of something. "Oh, right, I have something to show you."

She got up and walked towards the location of the cabinet, but on the way, she untied a string of silver wire from her wrist, turned around naturally, and grabbed both ends of the silver wire with both hands, directly setting it around the concubine's neck.

The silver wire was very thin and very sharp, directly embedding itself into the concubine's neck and flesh.

The concubine's face showed a look of horror and she began to struggle;

And the Princess Consort of Fu gritted her teeth and pulled backwards with force.

The concubine's eyes showed a fierce look. There was no qi and blood reaction on her body, but obviously, she was proficient in some moves. In this situation, she began an emergency response.

She turned around, continued to grab the silk thread with one hand, and grabbed the Princess Consort of Fu's wrist with the other hand.

Just then,

The Prince of the West Pacification, who was sitting there, took action,

Without hesitation, he grabbed the concubine's neck with one hand and flipped her over onto the ground.

Although the Prince was usually cautious, he was, after all, a Fifth Grade expert.

"Someone!"

Outside, Chen Xianba and the others then came in.

"Take her down."

The Prince withdrew his hand, and the concubine was held by Chen Xianba and the others and dragged out.

The Princess Consort of Fu took out a handkerchief and pressed it against the wounds on her palms that had also been cut by the silk thread. Blood was still flowing.

"The Prince should know that the Silver Armored Guards like to send wives to the ministers' families."

Zheng Fan turned his head and looked at the Princess Consort of Fu's hand, which was dripping with blood,

And said;

"It would have been better to poison her. Why did you have to do it yourself?"

The Princess Consort of Fu shook her head and said, "I don't know how to poison."

"Why?"

"Because from beginning to end, you never touched the tea and food that passed through my hands.

I don't want,

For it to be like that in the future either."