Mu Churui and Li Qianning stood on the tower to see each other off, watching the mighty team go away, but they each had their own agenda.
Li Qiyou turned back frequently until he was out of the city for quite a while and couldn't clearly see Li Qianning on the tower, then he withdrew his gaze and absentmindedly pulled the reins in his hands.
Zhuge Yu drove his horse and walked to Li Qiyou's side, "Why are you doing this, Your Majesty? Princess Dejia and her don't know anything."
Li Qiyou calmed his expression and said, "I have made up my mind and I will not change it. They will know it soon."
"I'm afraid that in the capital..." Zhuge Yufu started, but was interrupted by soldiers who hurriedly came to report, "General Meng, go and tell the prince and his wife..."
The person who came was out of breath, and there were blood stains on many places on his body. He was obviously injured.
The team stopped, and Fang Zilan got off the carriage and walked straight to the visitor, "What do you want General Meng to tell the Crown Prince and me?"
"Madam, just now, the princess..." The visitor's eyes were red and his lips were clenched, "The princess passed away."
"What did you say?" As if the weirdness in her heart was verified, Fang Zilan clenched her hands hidden in her sleeves into fists, "Say it again."
The visitor repeated it, and all the attendants of Prince Zhongzheng's Mansion, including Meng Tingyang, knelt down and kowtowed heavily in the direction of Prince Zhongzheng's Mansion.
Murong Qing poked his head out of the carriage in a daze. After hearing the news, he could no longer control himself and rushed out of the carriage.
However, with his careless steps, he fell hard and fell to the ground, covered in mud.
"Meng Tingyang, I want to go back." Murong Qing shouted with red eyes, "I want to go back!"
He had never lost his composure before. Meng Tingyang was kneeling on the ground, but neither should nor should he. He had no choice but to look at Fang Zilan for help.
Seeing this, Zhuge Yu got off his horse and came quickly, "My wife, you must not do it. If you turn back now..."
He did not continue, but looked at Mu Churui and Li Qianning who had not left on the tower.
Fang Zilan followed Zhuge Yu's gaze and looked a little colder. It seemed that Mu Churui not only knew about it, but also deliberately let people from Prince Zhongzheng's palace pass the news while pressing the news.
If she and Murong Qing return to the city at this time, it will be disobedience and disloyalty. If she and Murong Qing did nothing, then they would be unfilial and unfilial.
As expected of Mu Churui, who put the tiger and Murong Qing together, he always took pleasure in putting people in difficult situations and watching them struggle in pain.
"Mrs. Prince, it is indeed not the time to go back now." Li Qiyou walked over, shook his head gently, and signaled Fang Zilan not to act rashly.
Only Murong Qing slowly got up and stumbled back towards the capital one step at a time.
Meng Tingyang suddenly changed his expression and hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, "Your Majesty, before I leave, Your Majesty..."
"Get away." Murong Qing's face was like frost and snow, and he pushed Meng Tingyang with all his strength. He still didn't move, but he took a few steps back involuntarily.
The ground that had just rained was a little slippery, and Murong Qing stumbled and fell to the ground again. His face was wrinkled, obviously hurt, but he still managed to stand up.
Meng Tingyang did not dare to stop him anymore, looked at Fang Zilan and said: "Madam..."
"It turns out it's already summer." Fang Zilan seemed not to be listening to what Meng Tingyang said at all, and stretched out her hand, "No wonder it rains a lot recently."
As she spoke, she looked up at the gloomy sky, which was so heavy that it was breathless. There were occasional scattered raindrops, but it didn't help.
It's like the current situation. No matter what Murong Qing does, Chen will never come back.
Meng Tingyang saw that Fang Zilan had no intention of persuading Murong Qing, so he had to chase after him again, "Your Majesty..."
However, the sound of piercing the sky suddenly came, giving Meng Tingyang no chance to speak. An arrow was inserted less than two steps in front of Murong Qing, which was a clear warning.
Mu Churui was still standing on the tower, and Li Qianning beside her was looking at him steadily. She wanted to ask him, why didn't he give Murong Qing a happy life and why he had to be tortured like this? But when the words came to his lips, he swallowed them back.
She knew that even though Mu Churui wanted Murong Qing to die, he couldn't kill him with one blow.
As two parties in a power game, they are competing to see who can keep their composure and not be caught in the wrong by the other party. Instead of fighting with real swords and guns to the death.
As if to verify what Li Qianning thought, Mu Churui raised his hand, and one of his men shouted loudly: "Prince Zhongzheng, since you have been ordered, you should go to the capital as quickly as possible. Looking back now, are you trying to disobey? The king’s order?”
Murong Qing clenched his fists and took a step forward, only three inches away from the arrow stuck on the ground, "I just disobeyed..."
"Your Majesty!" Meng Tingyang stood in front of Murong Qing and stopped him from talking, "Be careful what you say."
"Meng Tingyang, do you know what you are doing?" Murong Qing reached out and pulled out Meng Tingyang's sword, pointing it directly at his chest, "My mother-in-law passed away, and you didn't follow me back to the palace, but you blocked my way?"
His chest was rising and falling, and every word he spoke was filled with incomparable resentment, "Prince Zhongzheng and your master and servant, I never thought that we would turn against each other today. If I had known this, I shouldn't have..."
Before he finished speaking, he coughed violently and couldn't even hold the sword in his hand.
Mu Churui on the tower sneered, and his men understood the situation and fired several arrows straight towards Murong Qing.
Meng Tingyang dragged Murong Qingkan to avoid him, and in the blink of an eye, there were a few blood marks on his arm. He gritted his teeth and turned around, and when he was about to block the arrow with his body, he saw a figure flash past, snatched the sword with his hand, and knocked down the arrow behind him.
"Madam..." Meng Tingyang looked at Fang Zilan in disbelief, and saw her holding the sword calmly and walking towards the capital.
The feather arrow stopped instantly, and Mu Churui's men shouted sternly: "What is Mrs. Shizi doing? Could it be..."
"The person who received the order from the king is Murong Qing, not me." Fang Zilan interrupted the man with a cold voice, "I can stay in the capital of Miluo if I want, and I can leave if I want. What does it have to do with the king?"
"Mrs. Crown Prince, even if you are the daughter of the Fang family in Dajing, you cannot be disrespectful to the king." The man raised his voice in a threatening tone, "If you take one step forward..."
"How about I take a step forward?" Fang Zilan took a step forward provocatively, "If the king has the courage, just order someone to shoot an arrow and shoot me on the spot."
"Mrs. Shizi, do you really think that I dare not kill you?" Mu Churui's voice sounded deep, "There is no one in Miluo that I dare not kill."
