Chapter 259: I'm Doing This For Your Own Good
king the seeds, discussing what they should eat for a while.Completely ignoring Han Qing, who stood there motionless, whether alive or dead."Yun Yaotou, this old man hasn't had your dumplings for a wh...:[ ]
The Play Garden.
The actors sang melodies and performed a touching love story.
Yun Anan sat in her elegant second-floor room, eating the food brought to her and yawning repeatedly.
I've been extremely sleepy these days. No matter how loud the noise outside is, as soon as I feel tired, I fall asleep on my pillow in an instant.
Saying she was sleepy, Yun An'an snuggled into a soft pillow lying on the noble couch in the elegant room, and fell asleep to the tunes from the play garden.
"An An"
Han Qing stepped forward and took off her clothes to cover Yun Annan.
This move caused Bei Chen Rongrong's brows to furrow slightly.
It was clear that Han Qing's feelings for Yun An An came from the depths of his eyes, but this late-blooming affection was distasteful.
"General Han should have known this would happen. Why did he go so hard on An'an in the beginning Now An'an is the mistress of Yiwangfu, General Han should be mindful of his own status and not burden An'an any further."
Beichen Rongrong's sarcasm did not anger Han Qing.
He naturally knew that what he had done to Yun An'an that day might never be forgiven by her for the rest of his life, but what could he do
As long as Beichen Yi dies, there will be no one named Beichen Yi in this world. Yun An'an will one day become General Han's wife again, rather than some Yi Wangfei.
"General Han."
Jiang Yan poured a glass of wine and pushed it in front of Han Qing, gesturing for him to sit down and talk.
Since Yun An'an is already asleep, there's no need to disturb her. They still have things to say to each other, don't they
"As for this cup of wine, Chancellor Jiang, should this general drink it or not"
Gazing at the wine glass before him, Han Qing's eyes fell on Jiang Yan, his expression blank, even cold.
Whether or not to drink is General Han's business, whether or not to ask is Mister Jiang's business.
A faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips. Jiang Yan first drank the wine in his cup, then asked a question.
"How many people from the Mobei region are there in the northwest border I hope General Han can report as things stand, because this matter concerns the future of the Beichen Kingdom."
"General Jian Shangshu's question was truly amusing. The war matters on the northwestern border are all under the Regent King's jurisdiction, having nothing to do with this General."
Han Qing's smile was even colder. He raised his glass and downed the strong liquor in one gulp, then glanced at Yun An'an.
Besides, this matter has nothing to do with Minister Jiang. It's best if Minister Jiang continues to live a peaceful life with the Princess Consort. Officials should behave like officials and shouldn't involve themselves in such trivial matters.
"Thank you, General Han, for your advice. Today's words, I will faithfully report to His Majesty."
The atmosphere became inexplicably tense, and the entire performance lost its flavor.
In her slumber, Yun An was unaware of what was happening outside.
After a vast, white mist dissipated in her dream, she found herself in an empty space, as if something most important were about to depart.
That kind of heartbreaking feeling is even more intense, making it impossible to hold back tears.
Yun An'an slept in the theater for a whole night.
To avoid disturbing Yun An'an's rest, Han Qing asked everyone to leave.
It wasn't until the next day at noon that a certain woman woke up.
Upon learning that Han Qing was furious with him for driving away all the customers from Xi Yuan, he wished to go to General's Mansion and slap him hard across his face.
There will certainly be all sorts of versions about her and Han Qing circulating on the streets.
Along the way back to Yiwangfu from the theater, she heard several different versions of the story.
What a Korean general, so devoted in love, he booked the entire opera house for Princess Yi! Such devotion is touching.
Or perhaps the princess consort of Yi doesn't know her place, using the time when the regent king is away fighting to meet up with old lovers at the theater. What a scandalous pair!
For a whole day, Yun An'an didn't step out of the Yiwu Wangfu gates even half a step. She was afraid of being drowned in the saliva of idle gossip.
Then you shouldn't go to the theater, Qingfeng. Prepare the carriage and head to the palace.
"Alright, I'll get the car ready right away."
Qingfeng prepared the carriage and drove Yun'an an to the palace.
Today is the fifteenth trading day.
Beichen Han said that he would give her the key to the imperial tomb today. After opening the stone gate, Xian Yunzhi would be inside.
I'm very curious, what does Xian Yun Zhi look like
An hour after the carriage left Yiwu Mansion, a fast horse galloped over.
The guards of Prince Yi's Mansion, who were dismounted on one side, were covered in blood. After searching the entire Prince Yi's Mansion, they couldn't find any trace of Yun An'an.
"Where is the Princess Where is she"
"I entered the palace."
"How did I get into the palace, oh dear!"
The guard from the Duke of Yi's Mansion who had returned from the northwestern border muttered in dismay, turning his horse to try and catch up with the carriage that had already gone far away.
At this time, the Imperial Study.
Yun An'an reached out and took the key. It didn't look much different from an ordinary door key. Could it really open the imperial tomb
"I will take you there myself. Then you will know if the key can open the imperial tomb."
"So kind"
Looking at Beichen Han with suspicion, Yun An'an raised an eyebrow.
"What, don't believe me"
"Well, I don't believe you, but since Your Majesty is so kind as to lead the way, I can't possibly keep You from your good intentions."
A sunny, radiant smile appeared in her eyes. Yun An'an gazed up at him with a small face, causing Bei Chenhan to lose his composure for a moment.
The Imperial Tombs are located in a dragon vein site on the outskirts of the capital city, where the emperors of the Beichen clan throughout the ages are buried.
The vast imperial mausoleum occupied the entire mountain. From the foot of the mountain to the top, there were rows upon rows of stone sculptures lining both sides.
Beichen Han walked in front, Yun An'an followed behind him, and Li Gonggong and a group of Imperial Guards trailed far behind.
What did the Princess Consort of Yi want to do after getting the Xian Yun Zhi
"Antivenom, or else I'll soak my feet in fairy cloud mushrooms"
This question lacks any substance.
Once Xianyunzhi was acquired, what remained was the blood and soul of Han Qing.
If Han Qing doesn't give it, don't blame her for ruthlessly digging out his heart.
The entrance to the imperial tomb was right before their eyes. Li Gonggong turned the mechanism of the imperial tomb's entrance, and a passageway appeared before the two of them.
The vivid murals on either side of the corridor depict the glorious deeds of emperors through the ages, and the burning eternal lamps illuminate the way ahead.
Xian Yunzhi was enshrined in the coffin of the first monarch of Beichen Kingdom and was buried at the deepest part of the center of the entire imperial tomb.
Only by using the key in Yun'an's hand can the thousand-pound stone gate be opened. Otherwise, even a thousand people would be unable to open it.
We walked down for a long time, not knowing how long we had been walking, until finally we arrived at a giant stone gate.
On the Stone Gate, mysterious totem carvings are depicted, believed to be one of the oldest faiths in Beichen Kingdom.
"Is Xi Yunzhi inside"
"You'll know once you open it."
Yun An'an inserted the iron key into the keyhole on the stone door. A rumbling sound echoed, and the heavy stone door slowly creaked open.
In the center of the vast main tomb chamber, there stood a high platform. On the platform was a dragon-patterned coffin, and upon it bloomed a white plant resembling a snow lotus, yet with red leaves.
"This is Xianyunzhi"
The moment Yun An'an saw Xian Yunzhi, she was instantly captivated.
"Yun'an'an, I told you I would give you the Xianyunzhi, go and get it."
"Thank you, Your Majesty. To show my gratitude, I will serve you the most delicious last meal today."
Yun'an, feeling very cheerful, stepped onto the platform above the main tomb and wanted to pick fairy cloud orchid from the coffin.
But then a series of booming sounds rang out. Turning back, I saw that Bei Chenhan had withdrawn from the main tomb at some point, and the thousand-jin stone gate continued to descend relentlessly.
"Beichen Han... you lied to me"
"Yun An'an, I did this for your own good."
Standing at the door, Beichenhan had his hands clasped behind his back, his Danfeng eyes half-closed as he gazed at Yun An'an.
"I will have people bring you food every day. After half a month, I will let you go."
"Beichen Han!"
The stone gate has fallen, completely isolating Yun An within the main tomb of the imperial mausoleum.
Standing on the other side of Shimen, Beichen Han could clearly feel Yun An'an's murderous intent. But at this point in time, he could only resort to this desperate measure.
"Your Majesty, the Crown Princess is pregnant. Will there be..."
What was Li Gonggong trying to say, was he about to speak or did he swallow his words
After a long while, Bei Chenhan let out a soft sigh. It took him a long time before he finally spoke.
"The child she carries in her womb will be a burden. I hope that Yun'an remains alone, and immediately announce to the world that the Prince Regent died heroically on the battlefield, so that the entire nation mourns him."
Yes, Your Majesty.
Regente Prince's Manor.
The Shameless Trio huddled together, Old Wang sipped his wine with relish.
Yu Changyuan looked at "Shuowen Jiezi" carefully, selectively choosing auspicious words.
Yun Qian Shan was also looking through the genealogy, searching for a suitable name.
In short, the three of them must decide on the names for Yun An'an's unborn twins today.
What a good name for Beichen
No matter what you call them, one of the two children must have the character "cloud" in their name.
This is Yun Qian Shan's last stubbornness, that's his grandson.
At this time, the guards of Prince Rui's mansion stepped forward, their faces grave. They leaned in and whispered something to the old lord.
With a clang!
Old Wang's cup of wine fell to the ground, spilling the liquor everywhere.
The two were puzzled and looked up at Old Wang Ye's astonished expression.
What happened Holy cow!
"Just say what you have to say, don't put on that deadpan expression."
Yun Qian Shan frowned, what could make Bei Chen Zong Rui show such an expression.
Hearing the two voices, Old Wangye, who hadn't come to his senses yet, trembled with both hands.
A guard knelt on one knee beside him, delivering the news from Prince Rui's mansion – a message that filled them with despair.
The Regent King died in battle, his body never recovered.
"You can't just say things like that. Didn't we just hear news of successive victories recently"
"That's right, if this gets to the ears of that little dead girl, your whole family will get a beating."
Yun Qian Shan knows his daughter's personality too well. In this world, the only person she loves is Bei Chen Yi; no one else can even utter a word against him.
"Director Yu, Elder Yun... I'm not joking. This is a message from the front."
A guard presented a sealed letter, every word of which detailed the happenings on the battlefield in the northwest frontier.
At this moment, the mournful toll of funeral bells echoed continuously, reaching every corner of Kyoto. Yi sat on the throne's bench, idly sipping his tea as if nothing mattered.Old Wang was holding his shoulders, frowning, looking left and right. This group of drunkards couldn't make any sense of it...