His tone was still light, but the coldness in his eyes was like the edge of a sword, making Shi Qinghuan tremble in his heart.
But this was also what she expected.
Without any fear, he said directly, "Because like you, I just want Cheng Yangfeng... to die without a burial place!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Shi Qinghuan's body was filled with murderous intent, and the blood in his eyes made Bailiheng frown.
The fingertips slid down and clamped onto Shi Qinghuan's slender neck.
"Miss Lin, please speak with some restraint. I am a minister of the same dynasty as Prince Feng, when would I want to kill him?"
The crisis is close at hand, and Shi Qinghuan can feel Bailiheng's murderous intention.
But now is not the time to retreat, but to go further.
"My lord, if you say it's not true, then it's not true, but Cheng Yangfeng and I will fight until death!"
As soon as these words came out, there was silence everywhere. Bailiheng stared closely into Shi Qinghuan's eyes and chuckled after a long time.
Seemingly satisfied, he let go of his hand, "I'm curious, what kind of grudge do you, a boudoir lady, have against King Maple?"
"Ten years ago, there was the Zhengyang Rebellion."
"This is even more strange. As far as I know, the Zhengyang Rebellion is the cause of the Duke Protector's Palace. What does it have to do with you?"
"The Zhengyang Rebellion itself is a conspiracy. When my father and mother were alive, they were close friends with the Protector and his wife. Not to mention that the Protector and his wife were people who would never rebel. Furthermore, they would never kill them with their own hands. My parents, who are the real beneficiaries behind the Zhengyang Rebellion? You are smart people, so naturally you know better than me."
"Is that why?"
"Yes, for the past ten years, I have been dormant in the backyard, just to find out the truth one day and avenge my parents, so I know a lot more about Cheng Yangfeng."
Shi Qinghuan is not lying. His best friend is real, his revenge is real, and the only fake thing is the dead Lin Manyun.
The combination of true and false makes it more convincing.
Bailiheng's expression was calm, and there was no sign of any disturbance. He just looked at Shi Qinghuan with disdain and said after a long time.
"In that case, you should also know what the consequences will be if you tell me this!"
"Of course I know, but if I want to do everything I want to do, I have to... survive!"
The deep and fierce look in Shi Qinghuan's eyes revealed desperate determination.
The dryness rekindled, and a spark started a prairie fire.
It's her desire to live.
At this moment, Bailiheng couldn't help but feel moved. Somewhere in his heart, there was the same resonance.
After staring for a moment, Bailiheng knelt down again, pinched Shi Qinghuan's cheek with his fingertips, and fed a pill into it.
"This is only half of the antidote. I will give you the other half when I get the translation."
After taking the antidote, Shi Qinghuan's pain eased a little.
"I'm afraid I won't be able to translate it by myself, because it's in Xu Fang Pavilion."
"That's interesting. Cheng Yangfeng is heavily guarding Xiaoyao Pavilion, but you said the translation is in Xu Fang Pavilion?"
"If Cheng Yangfeng is really such an exposed person, will it be so difficult for you, sir?"
Lure a snake out of its hole and catch a turtle in an urn. How could Bailiheng not know this?
"But Xu Fang Pavilion may not be a tiger's den!"
This is true!
Xufang Pavilion is a royal villa and a place where the Queen Mother escapes the summer heat.
Although it is already early winter and the Queen Mother has returned to the palace to live, there are still many imperial guards in Xu Fang Pavilion.
It is not easy to go in and find a translation.
Bailiheng looked at Shi Qinghuan, "Such a heavy place is indeed a good place to hide things, but what if..."
"I definitely didn't lie to you!"
Shi Qinghuan's eyes were firm, and Bailiheng looked at her deeply before standing up.
"Tomorrow at midnight, outside Xu Fang Pavilion."
After the time was agreed upon, Shi Qinghuan breathed a sigh of relief.
His body also regained some strength, and then he stood up slowly, "Then I will retreat first!"
After Shi Qinghuan saluted, he turned around and left, but Baili Heng's voice sounded behind him.
"Shi Qinghuan!"
Shi Qinghuan's heart skipped a beat and his steps paused, but when he turned around, there was only pure surprise on his face.
"Sir, do you know Sister Qinghuan?"
There was nothing unusual in his expression. Bailiheng's inquiring look remained for a moment, and then he chuckled and picked up the hot tea on the side.
"Oh, I don't know him, but there was an interesting incident yesterday. King Feng surrounded the ghost street with heavy troops, and the person he was looking for was Shi Qinghuan."
"That's strange too. Sister Qinghuan died on Banyue Cliff ten years ago. Was it Cheng Yangfeng's own hand? What kind of drama is she acting now?"
"I thought you would know!"
"The adults are joking, how would I know?"
The two looked at each other, their eyes intersecting in mid-air, filled with unspeakable things.
In the end, Shi Qinghuan smiled lightly, saluted, turned and left.
Her figure drifted in the night, and her clothes fluttered, giving off the smell of loneliness.
Bailiheng looked at her like this until her figure completely disappeared.
Konoe Zhang Tong walked in, looking puzzled.
"Sir, I don't quite understand. There are so many people who can be used, why did you choose her?"
Bailiheng chuckled and put down the tea cup, tapping the corner of the table casually with his fingertips.
"Do you really think I chose her?"
Bailiheng's deep expression flickered in the candlelight, and Shi Qinghuan naturally didn't know it.
By the time she returned to the hospital, she was exhausted and fell asleep.
When I woke up the next day, it was already afternoon.
Xianyu hurried in and said, "Miss, you are really good at predicting things. The Marquis of Xue Yang has agreed."
"Well, as expected, when will you get married?"
"Ten days later."
"So fast?"
Shi Qinghuan was a little surprised, but then nodded, "That's fine."
"Miss, I don't understand. If you want to seek justice, why did you successfully get Lin Zheng to marry the second lady of the Hou family? Doesn't this help him?"
"Xianyu, let me ask you, what would you do if someone took advantage of you?"
"I will be threatened by others and think about how to get rid of the trouble."
"Then what if the person who holds your hand sends his most beloved son into your hands?"
Xianyu understood instantly, "Hostage?"
"Yes, arresting people can indeed threaten others, but getting married means giving your son to the other party as a hostage. The two parties are just controlling each other. This is why the Xue Yanghou Mansion agreed so quickly."
"Don't these second ladies think of it?"
"Of course she can think that she just can't resist the temptation of greed, and she also feels that even controlling both sides is beneficial, but she doesn't know one thing, which is also the most fatal."
"What is it?"
Shi Qinghuan smiled lightly, but it was a bit chilling.
"The biggest secret of the Xue Yang Marquis Mansion has never been with the old Marquis, and the most powerful figure in the Marquis Mansion has never been the old Marquis. The second wife thought that she had climbed into wealth, but she didn't know that when she got married, it was Lin The first step into hell."
Shi Qinghuan said, looking out the window, "I'm afraid there won't be any stars tonight."
Speaking of the starry sky, Shi Qinghuan remembered what he heard about shooting stars on the ghost street.
"Xianyu, why do meteors bring bad luck?"
"Miss, don't you know? In the past, this shooting star was indeed a good omen, and many people even made wishes to the shooting star, but that has changed since ten years ago."
"Why?"
"Ten years ago, there were two meteor showers. The first one was at the beginning of the year. That night, the 60,000-strong army led by the God of War Beiyao was ambushed and all of them died in Silan Mountain. The second one was on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, which was also the Zhengyang Rebellion. .”
Shi Qinghuan couldn't help but recall that she did see the meteor shower on the night of her death.
"Since then, there has been a saying that meteor showers are bad omens. Only at the beginning of this year, there was a meteor shower, and something went wrong in the prime minister's house. Enemies came to visit and bloodbathed the house. The old prime minister has been bedridden since then, and the left prime minister also narrowly escaped death. He survived, but not long after, the Holy One was assassinated while still hunting in the spring.”
"So that's it, and the latest meteor shower was the night I was sent to the Hou Mansion?"
