HLnovel Chapter 156 Collecting the Corpse
Chapter 156 Collecting the Corpse
In Jingyang Palace.
Jiang Shiying sat on the soft couch and read the confession ten lines at a time.
Then, she saw her hand loosen and the pages of paper in her hand fell to the ground.
"Your Majesty." Her voice was low and soft, like a feather floating in the air with nowhere to rely on.
"Ah Ying?" Lu Zhaolin was paying attention to her emotions and keenly caught this whisper.
Jiang Shiying raised her eyes and looked at him: "Your Majesty, I should not exist in this world. To my biological mother, I am just an evil breed."
When she said this, her expression was calm, and her eyes were filled with mist, which had not yet condensed into water.
Lu Zhaolin felt as if his heart was clenched tightly by a hand.
He put her in his arms and said, "What nonsense are you talking about? I don't allow you to talk about yourself like that, you are not a scoundrel."
Jiang Shiying seemed to have been drained of all her strength, leaning against him. After a long while, she saw her eyes were red and tears were rolling down her cheeks.
She said: "I——"
I said one word, but the title behind it couldn't come out.
Lu Zhaolin did not rush her. After a moment, he heard her continue: "How did your Majesty deal with Jiang Pengyuan and Mrs. Jiang?"
Lu Zhaolin said: "Whether it is a case of fraud or a case of escort robbery, it is a serious crime. I have decreed that all the Jiang family, except married daughters, will be beheaded."
Jiang Shiying nodded. She put her hand on his chest and unconsciously tightened her grip on his shirt.
After a while, she heard her say again: "As a woman, I should have begged Your Majesty for mercy. But, Your Majesty, I just want them to go to hell and plead guilty to the biological mother I have never met."
Speaking of this, she looked into Lu Zhaolin's eyes: "Your Majesty, isn't it scary for Aying to be like this?"
Lu Zhaolin gently wiped away the tears on her face and shook his head: "No, I think Ah Ying is very good like this."
Jiang Shiying's lips barely curved into an arc, and then quickly disappeared.
Seeing this, Lu Zhaolin was extremely worried, racking his brains to think of how to make her look good.
After a flash of inspiration, I heard him say: "In two days, the family members of Marquis Xinwu will enter Beijing."
"Oh?" Jiang Shiying was indeed interested and looked at him curiously.
Lu Zhaolin continued: "In addition to the eldest son of Marquis Xinwu who is still stationed in Shuozhou City, Mrs. Marquis Xinwu, as well as their eldest daughter and second son, have all returned this time. It's just that the family members are riding in carriages, and the speed is a bit slower. What's more? Two days are coming. At that time, will I ask Mrs. Xinwuhou to come into the palace to see you?"
Jiang Shiying was a little excited at first, but then she shook her head: "I still don't want it."
Lu Zhaolin asked: "Why? That's your biological aunt, don't you want to meet her?"
"Of course I want to see you." A smile appeared on Jiang Shiying's lips, but her expression was a little lonely: "But to my uncle and aunt, Aying is not only a niece, but also the daughter of my enemy. Half of the blood left in her body is From the Jiang family. This barrier will be difficult to eliminate after all."
More importantly, if the relationship between her, a beloved concubine, and Marquis Xinwu, a fiery general, was too close, it would inevitably make Lu Zhaolin jealous one day.
It would be better to let him think that their relationship was estranged.
Seeing or not seeing her, the uncle-nephew relationship between her and her uncle would not change.
Lu Zhaolin sighed, feeling extremely pitiful.
Three days later, the day of execution.
At the beginning of noon, Lu Zhaolin finished handling all the important matters in Ganquan Palace, and asked Yao Xingde to carry the remaining papers to Jingyang Palace.
In the past few days, he had been by Jiang Shiying's side as much as possible.
When they entered the main hall of Jingyang Palace, they saw Qiu Yu coming towards them.
"This slave is here to meet Your Majesty."
"No need." Lu Zhaolin walked in and asked her, "Where is your queen?"
Qiu Yu said: "Your Majesty has gone to Le'antang."
Le'an Hall is in the northeast corner of the palace, where the concubines often went to pay homage to the Buddha.
"Leantang?" Lu Zhaolin frowned: "Why did she go to Leantang?"
Qiu Yu lowered her head and said, "Today is the day of execution."
When she said this, Lu Zhaolin remembered this incident.
He paused and walked outside Jingyang Palace: "Show me at Le'antang."
When the imperial chariot arrived at the gate of Le'antang, Lu Zhaolin got off the imperial chariot but did not go inside.
In Le'an Hall, Jiang Shiying held incense in her hand and stood quietly in front of the Buddha.
After a long period of silence, Ah Yuan whispered: "Mother, it's three quarters to noon."
Jiang Shiying opened her eyes, bowed three times, and inserted the incense into the incense burner.
Then, he took Ah Yuan and turned around to leave.
The great revenge has been avenged, and from now on, it is just for her own ambition and desire, step by step.
It doesn't matter if gods and Buddhas are willing to bless her, or if they don't.
In short, she will not stop until she reaches the top of the blue clouds.
Before he reached the courtyard gate, he saw the tall figure waiting there.
She paused slightly and murmured: "Your Majesty."
The two of them took the royal chariot together and returned to Jingyang Palace from Le'antang.
In the afternoon, Lu Zhaolin was reviewing papers in the study room of the main hall of Jingyang Palace, while Jiang Shiying was in a daze with a book on the soft couch nearby.
When Yao Xingde walked in quietly, Jiang Shiying was already asleep.
He walked slowly to Lu Zhaolin's side and reported in a low voice: "Your Majesty, our people only took away the bodies of Jiang Pengyuan and Mrs. Jiang. Their heads, as well as the head of Yuan Qingyang Bo, were all taken away by Marquis Xinwu. You took someone to pick it up and put it in front of Mrs. Zhou's tomb. You ordered them to keep a low profile, so our people didn't insist on fighting with Marquis Xinwu. Do you think?"
Lu Zhaolin originally arranged for someone to bury the bodies of Jiang Pengyuan and his wife after they were beheaded. After all, they were Ah Ying's biological father and aunt, and we couldn't let them be thrown into mass graves at will.
After listening to Yao Xingde's words, he frowned slightly and said after a long while: "It is right for Marquis Xinwu to breathe a sigh of relief. Forget it, just bury the bodies of Jiang Pengyuan and his wife here."
"No." Yao Xingde took the order and retreated.
On the soft couch, Jiang Shiying raised the corners of her lips silently, then quietly dropped them again after a moment.
After that, for another seven or eight days, Lu Zhaolin stayed with her in Jingyang Palace every day.
She waited until the mist between her brows finally dissipated before she started flipping through other people's brands.
For three days in a row, the precious concubines were taken to Ganquan Palace in a sedan chair from the Jingshi Room.
On the evening of the fourth day, the precious concubine had just arrived at Ganquan Palace for less than a moment before she was sent back.
Lu Zhaolin, on the other hand, took people to the Xianfu Palace where the imperial concubine lived.
Before the key was released, the news reached the ears of many leaders.
After hearing this, the queen raised her eyebrows slightly: "The last time a noble concubine intercepted her favor was a year ago, right?"
I thought she had changed her temper, but now, within a year, she was back to her old ways.
There was a smile on Huaping's lips: "Yes. I remember, that time she invited His Majesty from Jingyang Palace to Xianfu Palace, but failed to keep him. His Majesty still rested in Jingyang Palace at night."
The queen sneered: "She can't compete with Concubine Chun. She only dares to take advantage of Concubine Chun's pregnancy to be jealous of her subordinates."
Huaping whispered softly: "That's good. I'm looking at it. The way in which the precious concubine was favored in the past few days seems to be no less generous than the pure concubine before."
The queen didn't care, opened the lid of the tea and took a sip: "Your Majesty is very hungry. He has been resting in Jingyang Palace a few days ago. Concubine Chun is pregnant and cannot serve him. After being hungry for so many days, It’s inevitable to be a bit gluttonous.”
Huaping asked her: "What about this precious concubine?"
The queen said: "Let's take another look."