Tuoba Heyan drank cup after cup of wine in front of him, furious. He couldn't believe that Yiyun Shangcheng's martial arts had improved so much in just three years! But what angered him even more was that Ji Wushang had let Yiyun Shangcheng go!
What is she thinking?! Does she still have a sliver of hesitation or reluctance towards him? Or does she have feelings for him? Why? She could have killed him, even though Ji Wushang is currently poisoned, she could have forced him to hand over the antidote! The premise is that she can't let him go; she has to make him a prisoner!
Why did Ji Wushang do this?! Does she no longer love me? Is she no longer good to me?
No, she loves herself deeply, but why did she let Yiyun Shangcheng, who hurt her so deeply, go? As long as Yiyun Shangcheng lives, he will surely bring disaster to the world!
The surrounding guards and shadows all stood to one side, heads bowed, not daring to speak.
Tuoba Heyan sneered, "Get out of here!"
Tuoba Heyan sat at the table, his chest filled with anger.
Outside, Huangfu Jun'an, small and timid, hid behind the door, cautiously watching the people who came out. He didn't dare to go up and ask, but instead watched to see if Tuoba Heyan or Ji Wushang were among them.
Unfortunately, after waiting for a long time without seeing anyone, Huangfu Jun'an finally sneaked into the Xiu Xun Palace. The guards at the gate hesitated for a moment, but Huangfu Jun'an had already gone in.
"Father, where is Mother?" Huangfu Jun'an stepped forward and looked at Tuoba Heyan. Seeing him deep in thought, as if pondering something, he became even more cautious.
"She has just fallen asleep and won't wake up soon. Nianlang, come here and sleep quietly with your father. Don't disturb her." Tuoba Heyan stepped forward, took Huangfu Jun'an into his arms, and gently patted his head.
"Nianlang wants his mother to hug him," Huangfu Jun'an said softly, pouting as he looked at Tuoba Heyan.
Tuoba Heyan's expression darkened slightly, but his tone remained gentle, "Mother immediately took Nianlang into her arms when she woke up, and now, Father is holding you. Isn't that good too?"
"Alright!" Huangfu Jun'an looked at him, "Then why was that uncle hugging Mommy? Was Mommy asleep at the time?"
Mentioning that man from Yiyun City reignited Tuoba Heyan's anger.
"That was a bad guy who wanted to kidnap your mother. Luckily, she was saved. She's still asleep."
"Oh." Huangfu Jun'an nodded.
Tuoba Heyan was silent for a while, then as if he thought of something, he reached out and touched Huangfu Jun'an's head.
"Let me tell you, 'Father' is just another name for 'Daddy,' understand?" Tuoba Heyan looked earnestly at Huangfu Jun'an. "You are my son, my own son, do you understand?"
"My father is Nan Xuzong, not you." Huangfu Jun'an shook his head, his face not very happy.
"Your father is me. I am Nan Xu Cong, also known as Prince Qing Zhao, Tuoba Heyan." Tuoba Heyan stroked his head. "You will understand this matter in the future."
"Mother said Father hasn't returned." Huangfu Jun'an looked at Tuoba Heyan, without changing his mind.
"Then let your mother wake up and let her tell you!" Tuoba Heyan took a deep breath. Well, he decided not to argue with him for now.
"Okay." Huangfu Jun'an nodded.
Tuoba Heyan held him, "Come on, go to sleep."
"Father sang to Nianlang, and Nianlang went to sleep." Huangfu Jun'an looked at him.
Tuoba Heyan was surprised. How could he possibly be in the mood to sing? Ji Wushang had let Yiyun Shangcheng go! And now he had so many things to deal with, how could he possibly sing?
"Father sing, Father sing! Father sing! Waaah, if you don't sing, I won't sleep, I can't sleep!" Huangfu Jun'an looked at Tuoba Heyan and immediately started to whine.
Tuoba Heyan swallowed the bitterness in his chest, "Your mother always sings to you when she's putting you to sleep?"
"Yes, but sometimes when Mother is in a bad mood, Nianlang will sing to her," Huangfu Jun'an said with some pride.
Tuoba Heyan said, "What song will you sing, Nianlang? Your father is in a bad mood right now, and he wants to hear you sing for him."
"My father is Nan Xu Cong, Nan Xu Cong, my father is Nan Xu Cong. He has gone to a very, very far place. He will come back to see Nian Lang. The Empress misses her father, and her father misses her. The Empress loves her father, and Nian Lang loves her father too..." Huangfu Jun'an looked at Tuoba He Yan and began to sing.
Tuoba Heyan was stunned when he heard the lyrics. No, these weren't lyrics; they were just a few simple sentences. But these words... left Tuoba Heyan speechless! The mother and son loved him so much. He owed them so much, and he probably could never make up for it in this lifetime!
"My dear Nianlang, Father is very touched. Father truly loves you all!" Tuoba Heyan took a deep breath. She loves him, and there must be a reason for her doing this. He was giving her a chance to explain!
As Tuoba Heyan thought about his past with Ji Wushang, a tear welled up in his eye. "I miss you, my love."
"Father." Huangfu Jun'an looked at him, "Father, are you crying?"
"Your father will read you a poem, listen to it, and then go to sleep," Tuoba Heyan said, ignoring his words.
"Okay." Huangfu Jun'an nodded.
"This is a poem I wrote for your mother back then."
A single glance could topple a city; her smile was captivating, graceful as a startled swan, elegant as a swimming dragon.
Light clouds veil the moon, a gentle breeze swirls like snowflakes, the scene is as radiant as a lotus flower, laughter and conversation are intimate.
My heart is pleased with your beauty, and I sincerely wish to convey your sentiments. I remove my hairpin, for you, my beloved, are eloquent in your poetry.
The creeping vines are lush and green, the dew is glistening, we meet in the deep pool, and hold fast to our promise.
Seeing Huangfu Jun'an's puzzled look, Tuoba Heyan said, "Every time I read the Book of Songs, I think of your mother. Then, I couldn't help but write this poem that day and sent it to her."
"Oh." Huangfu Jun'an nodded, "Which day?"
"A long, long time ago, before Nianlang was born," Tuoba Heyan said, then fell silent and deep in thought again.
"Go to sleep!" Tuoba Heyan grasped Huangfu Jun'an's small hand, examining his pulse. It was relatively calm, but they still needed to hurry and eliminate the root of his illness. If they really needed to use the Pearl of the Sea, they would have to devise a plan.
Huangfu Jun'an stepped on Tuoba Heyan's thigh and then almost pounced on Tuoba Heyan's upper body, but Tuoba Heyan did not refuse. Instead, he looked at him to see what he wanted to do.
Unexpectedly, Huangfu Jun'an managed to remove Tuoba Heyan's golden mask with both hands!
Tuoba Heyan was startled. Huangfu Jun'an, his hands trembling slightly, placed the golden mask on the table, then turned around, his small hand actually touching Tuoba Heyan's face. "Nianlang, wipe Father's face, Father, don't cry, Nianlang, snort!"
Tuoba Heyan petrified!
After wiping away the tears from Tuoba Heyan's eyes, Huangfu Jun'an leaned closer and whimpered, "Huff, huff..."
Tuoba Heyan's lips trembled, his Adam's apple bobbed, and a bitter taste rose in his throat. "Nianlang, you're so good." With a mother and son like this, what more could he ask for? The world was nothing but empty talk!
"Mother taught Nianlang to 'huff huff'," Huangfu Jun'an looked earnestly at Tuoba Heyan. "Father, don't cry anymore. Nianlang, 'huff huff' again."
"My beloved, my dearest son, the son of Tuoba Heyan!" Tuoba Heyan held him tightly. "Sleep, your father will sleep with you." With that, they lay down together on the chaise longue in the outer room.
"Hmm." Huangfu Jun'an said in a childish voice.
As the night deepened, Tuoba Heyan stroked Huangfu Jun'an, who bore a striking resemblance to himself, a slight smile playing on his lips, but his thoughts drifted even further to Ji Wushang.
Tuoba Heyan's eyes darkened.
Yiyun Shangcheng must die! And regarding the matter of Qingzhao Palace, we absolutely cannot relinquish the initiative to others! Tuoba Heyan glanced at the sleeping Huangfu Jun'an, then got out of bed, carried Huangfu Jun'an into the inner room, and placed him on Ji Wushang's side.
Tuoba Heyan gently stroked Ji Wushang's small hand that was lying to the side. "Why did you do this? Tell me, and I'll wait for your answer." His hand moved upwards, feeling for Ji Wushang's pulse.
His eyes immediately darkened, and Tuoba Heyan quickly channeled his inner energy into Ji Wushang's body. He also quickly took out medicine from his pocket and gave it to Ji Wushang.
Having withdrawn his power, Tuoba Heyan sighed deeply and walked out into the night, disappearing into the endless darkness. It was nearly dawn when Tuoba Heyan finally dragged his weary body back to Xiu Xun Palace.
Yiyun Shangcheng clutched the wound on her chest and hurried towards her lair in Qingzhao. The black blood dripped onto the ground and then evaporated and disappeared.
This is a secret underground chamber.
He sat on a stool, leaning to one side, panting heavily, blood still flowing from his wound...
As dawn approached, Yiyun Shangcheng took a deep breath before opening her cold, purple eyes and looking into the underground abyss of the Western Regions Royal Palace.
It was still the same black pool filled with Gu worms. Yi Yun Shangcheng looked down at his chest, the little Gu worms crawling in and out making him feel disgusted, but he didn't try to get them out.
All they covet is their own hearts. These Gu worms have already turned their blood black; do they also want to turn their hearts black?
“Your Majesty,” Moores entered from outside, “the princess, the prince consort, and the young master have been found.”
"Very good." Yiyun Shangcheng glanced at Murles, who stood at a distance, not daring to approach. "What's the young master's name?"
"Beigong Pengyan."
"Pengyan? What a name! So grand! No wonder he's the future king of the Western Regions!" Yiyun Shangcheng sneered slightly.
Moore didn't quite understand, but he didn't dare ask further. Did the king mean he was considering making the young prince the crown prince? But the princess and her husband weren't interested in that, and probably wouldn't agree. Besides, wasn't the king thinking of bringing the queen back?
"Change it to Yiyun Pengyan. We, the Yiyun clan, do not have the surname Beigong!" Yiyun Shangcheng walked out of the Black Pool at this moment, each time he walked out, he was surrounded by black aura! Murs became more and more frightened.
As Yiyun walked through the city, she casually picked up the black robe and draped it over herself. "Where are the three of them?"
"They are still at the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion for now. After 1:00 PM to 3:00 PM Beijing time today, the princess and the young master will return to Wudang Mountain."
"Very good!" Yi Yun Shangcheng glanced at the sky; it wasn't even noon yet. A hint of excitement flickered in his eyes. He strode out. Mullers felt an overwhelming sense of oppression... Even long after Yi Yun Shangcheng disappeared, he still hadn't recovered.
In this deep courtyard, if that woman were there, it certainly wouldn't be so lonely, nor would it become so lifeless.
Beigong Minhao sat on the rooftop, looking down at the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion below. Looking up at himself on the rooftop, basking in the sun, was actually a pretty good option.
She no longer needs to worry. Someone just reported that Tuoba Heyan has remembered everything and has even made Ji Wushang his queen.
"You're by his side now, finally, back by his side. You two are so perfectly matched, haha!" Bei Gongminhao chuckled, picked up the wine jar beside him, and took a sip. "Everyone says that if you drink a thousand cups of wine, you'll surely be drunk for a thousand days. But alas, being drunk only makes you more sober, and in the end, all you get is one cup after another. Pfft, haha, haha!" Bei Gongminhao clutched his chest, suppressing his discomfort.
His eyelashes fluttered, he took a deep breath, and looked up, only to see someone standing not far away. When he recognized them, Bei Gongminhao struggled to his feet. "You, you're not dead?"
"I knew you'd be quite surprised to see me, you coward! What are you doing drinking on this rooftop?" Yi Yun Shangcheng moved a few steps and was already in front of Bei Gong Minhao!
Beigong Minhao exclaimed in surprise, "You! You're not allowed to insult me!"
"Insult? Coward, you think I, the king, am insulting you?" Yiyun Shangcheng sneered. "Look at you now, you're as slovenly as a beggar! What else could you be but a coward?"
Beigong Minhao glanced at himself, noticing the light blue robe he was wearing, which was indeed dirty with wine stains. He touched his chin and face, realizing he hadn't shaved in three days and was a mess. Standing on the rooftop was a bit difficult for him, as the alcohol was burning his spirit.
"Whether I'm a coward or not is none of your business!" Bei Gongminhao sneered. "What are you doing here? If you're smart, you'd better get back to the Western Regions, or don't blame me for showing no mercy!"
"When did you ever show mercy?" Yi Yun Shangcheng stepped forward, grabbing Bei Gong Minhao by the neck. "Three years ago, you betrayed me, standing with them against me, nearly killing Wu Shang! Three years later, you pushed Wu Shang into an abyss of despair, forcing her to remarry into another country with tears in her eyes. Didn't you love her? Why didn't you stop her from suffering? Didn't you like her? Why did you give the woman you love to someone else?" Yi Yun Shangcheng's eyes were cold, his grip slowly tightening. Bei Gong Minhao trembled, regaining his composure, his gaze turning fierce!
"You think I'm willing! You think I'm not heartbroken? You think I'm content?" Bei Gongminhao used his other two hands to attack Yi Yunshangcheng, who immediately released his large hands.
Beigong Minhao immediately stepped back, keeping a distance of several feet from him.
"I think you've forgotten how to struggle and how to attack!" Yiyun Shangcheng sneered.
"What do you want?" Bei Gongminhao glared at him, his eyes filled with ferocity. "If you dare to disturb them again, don't blame me for being impolite!"
"Heh, Bei Gong Minhao, you really are naive and pathetic!" Yi Yun Shangcheng sneered. "If you truly loved her, how could you only wait behind her? Do you think I'm truly oblivious or just pretending? You, Bei Gong Minhao, lack the courage to fight for her, so you use the excuse of silently waiting to deceive yourself! Otherwise, you wouldn't be here on this rooftop, drinking alone in silence!"
"You're talking complete nonsense!" Bei Gongminhao didn't want to argue with him. Let him think what he wanted; he knew his own path very well! He also knew whether he was worthy of Ji Wushang! He only had twenty-seven years left; could he give Ji Wushang a lifetime of happiness? Could he replace Nan Xuzong? Bullshit! He knew perfectly well that he could never replace her in her heart!
Besides, what can he give her in these twenty-seven years?
I can't give you anything!
Besides doing things for her from behind, what else can Beigong Minhao do?
It's laughable that he thinks he understands anything about Yiyun Shangcheng? He knows nothing!
"Utterly dull-witted! A piece of rotten wood, beyond redemption!" Yi Yun Shangcheng coldly watched Bei Gong Minhao's back, then immediately got down and walked towards the Zhenbei Prince's Mansion at an even faster pace than him!
"What are you doing?" Bei Gongminhao was startled. He wasn't here to see him? Instead, he was going to see... Yi Yun Muchen and Bei Gongjueshi?!