Chapter 139
"Will he agree?"
In the Chu State Embassy, ââWei Nanxu was changing her dressing, and the maid beside her asked with a smile.
This maid has always been at ease around Wei Nanxu, not restrained or if Wei Nanxu is handed boiling hot tea, the other party will not be angry.
The maid's voice is also a bit hoarse, but it seems to have grown naturally, with a bit of tenderness in the hoarseness.
"It depends on whether he wants to live."
Wei Nanxu gritted his teeth and looked at his wounds.
The broken areas have scabs, but if those broken bones want to grow back, it will not be that easy.
She has always believed that as long as you pay the price, you will get something in return.
"Can Zhao Zheng believe that this antidote is fine?"
The maid simply sat beside Wei Nanxu's bed and said with a playful expression.
"If it were me, he wouldn't believe it. But if it were Her Royal Highness Mi Sichen, Princess of Chu, he would believe it for the sake of the marriage between the two countries."
A mysterious smile appeared on Wei Nanxu's face.
"Aren't you afraid of offending him? Marry first and then kill?"
The maid stood up again, frowning slightly and pacing.
She is fifteen or sixteen years old, with thin eyebrows and phoenix eyes, an oval face, and is as tall as Wei Nanxu. She has a playful but dignified demeanor. It can be seen that she grew up in a strict upbringing.
The maid looked at Wei Nanxu, thought for a moment, and said with an expression of sudden realization: "I understand, the Yong army is trapped in Zhao and cannot get out. Zhao Zheng will never dare to kill the Chu princess and start a war with Chu. Wait. Once he takes the antidote, everything will be out of his control again. By then, both his life and that of his beloved Jiang He will be in our hands."
"You are as smart as your brother."
Wei Nanxu laughed, as if he had seen Zhao Zheng and Jiang He looking angry and confused.
It's really satisfying to be able to hold other people's lives in your hands.
And soon, she will be able to hold the fate of the entire Yong Kingdom in her hands.
She can do what her father couldn't do back then.
By then, I really donât know how happy it will be.
"Ahe..."
Zhao Zheng was both helpless and distressed.
He did not tell Jiang He what he thought immediately, but turned around and walked to the desk and poured a pot of chamomile tea.
The bright yellow flowers spread out, the tea soup is clear, and it exudes a calming fragrance.
He could completely understand Jiang He's mood.
The beloved one is dying soon, and the legendary antidote is just around the corner.
Zhao Zheng even believed that Jiang He would compromise for the antidote and be willing to give up his position in order for him to time he confirmed her feelings for him, he felt more joyful and excited, but also more painful.
So he couldn't be harsh, couldn't be angry, and couldn't blame her for being careless and not thinking well.
He just felt sorry for her and felt sorry for also hated and hated his own body.
"Ah He," Zhao Zheng put the tea soup into Jiang He's hand and said warmly, "the corners of your lips are dry."
Jiang He lowered his head to drink tea, and Zhao Zheng's voice became more solemn and said solemnly: "You know, I can't kill the Princess of Chu now."
Because the Yong State did not have the ability to attack two countries at the same time, and the Chu State's current military strength was stronger than that of the Yong he couldn't kill Wei Nanxu with one blow before the other party said the terms of exchange.
"Your Majesty, aren't you willing?" Jiang He said.
Her head lowered, and although Zhao Zheng couldn't tell whether she was crying, he could feel her disappointment.
"I don't want to," Zhao Zhengdao said. "Gu is not concerned about where the antidote came from, but I want to ensure that after Gu dies, everyone in the Yong Kingdom will only obey your orders."
Therefore, there cannot be a Chu princess in the palace, using the power of Chu to cause trouble here.
Jiang He was silent.
What if, what if the antidote can save his life.
"I have already persuaded the Queen Mother to ask her to move to the palace after you and I get married. After that, you and I will go to court together to listen to the government and take over the power. Although I don't have much time left..."
"Zhao Zheng." Jiang He suddenly interrupted him.
She put down the tea soup, took Zhao Zheng's hand, pulled his hand towards her body, to her lower abdomen, and said in a clear and firm voice, "I'm pregnant."
Zhao Zheng felt his head was buzzing.
There seemed to be rows of wild geese flying in front of him, and their wings stirred up strong winds, disrupting his thoughts. A piece of feather fell, slowly, and sank into his heart.
The feather was so soft and fragile that he didn't know how to place it.
"pregnant?"
So in Jiang He's view, Zhao Zheng just asked with a dull expression, and the hand on her abdomen was hot but stayed stiff, motionless.
"Youxi, we have a baby, it's almost two months ago," Jiang He nodded, his eyes twinkling with light, his eyelashes slightly drooping, and he said calmly, "So Zhao Zheng, I want you to live longer and look after this baby. Grow up. Teach him to walk, read, ride horses, and manage politics. I want us to take him to watch the sunset and tell him that his grandfather also likes this sunset."
She looked up at Zhao Zheng and let tears flow down her face.
"I only have this little wish."
It was late at night, and Jiang He stayed in the palace.
Her body curled up in Zhao Zheng's arms, and she finally fell asleep because she was exhausted both physically and Zheng put his hand on Jiang He's lower abdomen and didn't want to move away for a moment.
He's going to have a baby.
His Ah He had such a small body and such a flat belly, but he actually had his little child inside.
He wanted a son.
As a son, he can shoulder heavy burdens and worry about state affairs for his mother.
If it's a daughter, no matter what, I won't let her go because it's too hard.
Then his Ahe will be even more tired.
Zhao Zheng lay quietly on his are too many things in this world that he misses, and there are too many unfinished is indeed too early to die now.
The ice cubes stored in the ice tripod melted little by little, adding a touch of coolness to the hall, but Jiang He's forehead was slightly frowned, but there were still fine beads of sweat dripping down.
I heard that pregnant people are particularly afraid of heat.
Zhao Zheng picked up the cattail leaf fan and fanned it gently.
The breeze blew and Jiang He fell into a deeper sleep.
Zhao Zheng lowered his head and pressed a deep kiss on her forehead.
A tear fell on Jiang He's face, sliding down her cheek and onto the brocade quilt, leaving a wet mark.
When the palace door was knocked open, the sound was so loud that it alerted the lieutenant patrolling nearby.
When they arrived, they found that the man who stepped into the palace of Chu mercilessly was the Langzhong Lingjun who protected the monarch on a daily basis.
The lieutenant's army immediately retreated, cutting off the Chu State Palace's communication with the outside world.
At this time, the maid who stood up in shock from the bed quickly walked into the bedroom where Wei Nanxu lived, panicking.
"Is she Princess Anguo?" she asked.
Wei Nanxu shook his head: "She shouldn't be so domineering."
People like her prefer to use tricks and will not rush into the palace regardless of the consequences.
Anyone who dares to break in must be someone who knows how to end it.
"I'm afraid the monarch is here in person."
"It's better not to see her?" The maid was a little nervous, "Princess Anguo is willing to talk to you through the curtain, but this one, I'm afraid, won't."
"The only thing we can do is," Wei Nanxu smiled, unhooked the splint on his leg and handed it to the maid, "Let him see the true face of the Princess of Chu."
Even though the Chu envoys who heard the commotion stopped him, and the guards resisted desperately, the invincible Lang Zhonglingjun directly opened the door of the Princess of Chu's bedroom.
The maid brought by Zhao Zheng walked into the dormitory, looked at the details inside, and immediately stood at the door and reported: "Your Majesty, you can go in."
"What are you going to do?" The Chu State envoy rushed out, holding a sword.
"Don't you know, Sir?" Zhao Zhengdao said, "Your Highness the Princess said that she wants to marry an orphan. In this case, it seems that there is no need to avoid suspicion."
Although the envoy of Chu State knew the whole story, he still pretended to be insulted and scolded him harshly.
"Even so, the monarch cannot forcefully break into the princess's bedroom."
"Mi Sichen respectfully welcomes you."
Before he finished speaking, a woman's hoarse voice came from the bedroom.
Zhao Zheng stepped in, followed by a Yong envoy.
The Princess of Chu was already facing the palace door and standing on one leg in front of the bed.
On her head, she wore a power fence.
The fence was very long, almost reaching the knees.
Zhao Zheng thought about it carefully, and it seemed that neither he, nor the imperial doctor, nor Jiang He had seen the true face of this woman.
People who were spying on information at the Chu State Embassy also said they had never seen her take off the power fence.
But since we are going to talk about marriage, we need to confirm the true identity of this woman.
Fortunately, someone in the Yong Kingdom mission had seen this Princess Mi.
"Your Highness," the envoy who followed Zhao Zheng knelt down and saluted, "I once went to Chu as an envoy and met Her Royal Highness. Your Majesty ordered me to confirm the identity of the princess so that I can discuss matters with the princess."
"What is the identity of the princess?" The envoy of Chu State rushed in again and shouted, "Can't we, the envoy of Chu State, still confirm it?"
Can be able.
But today Jiang He told Zhao Zheng that she was curious about what the princess of Chu looked like.
Since he was curious, he helped her take a she wakes up, tell her you know.
"What's so difficult about this?" During the dispute, the Princess of Chu laughed and said, "I thought your majesty was here to grab the antidote, but I didn't expect that you are coveting my beauty."
She lifted the power fence and exposed her cheek.
With thin eyebrows and phoenix eyes, an oval face, and a red mole on her chin, she is none other than the Princess of Chu, Mi Sichen.
"Your Majesty," Mi Sichen pretended that her right leg was splinted and could not bend her knees to salute. She just nodded and said, "Can we talk about marriage? Or do you want me to hand over the antidote first?"
(End of this chapter)