Chapter 20 The Assassin in the Palace

Candlelight is like a star.

As soon as Li Xian returned home, he saw his father leaning on his sick body and writing at the desk. He coughed and didn't stop writing. Because I wrote so much, it has piled up into a hill. From time to time, little officials with flags came running in, took away a roll, and sealed it for storage. The two clerks accidentally bumped into each other when they entered the door, knocking over a stack of bamboo slips.

Li Xian quickly stepped into the study and picked up what had fallen to the floor.

After concealing his conversation with Xu Zhi, he described to his father the scene of meeting Han Fei in the palace.

Only then did Li Si stop writing. He hesitantly took out a silk book from his arms, held it tightly, and frowned. "The people behind Zheng Guo are not idle people. Take this thing and quickly go to the military camp to choose a fast horse and go to Hangu Pass to inform Mr. Fusu that you will present it to the king tonight and return to Xianyang at a later date."

Li Xian ran towards the frontier in the night, without having time to take a look at the bright moon above his head, with its stars shining brightly.

Zhilan Palace is always quiet after nightfall. The curtains fluttered gently with the breeze entering the curtains, and a beautiful woman leaning on the bed could be vaguely seen. She held her hair in a bun, and her watery autumn eyes slowly stared at the little person with round eyes in the brocade quilt. She gently tucked her daughter into bed and hummed Zheng Di's ballad softly.

The song is as clear as spring water, and like the brilliance of the moon, like a ribbon, covered with gauze in the quiet and peaceful darkness, misty and hazy.

Zheng Li gently patted her daughter's back and coaxed her to sleep. After a while, the daughter finally closed her eyes peacefully, breathed slowly, and fell into a sweet dream. She seemed to finally relax and let out a long breath.

"Hehua, I hope you will be this happy in the future."

Zheng Li's eyes were filled with tears. She pressed a kiss to her forehead, and her breathing suddenly became heavier.

Xu Zhi was actually awake. There are many stories and a touch of sadness in Zheng Li's singing. There are always endless things to say in her eyes.

Ying Hehua's description and what he had done in the Qin Palace in the past few months were obvious to all. She knew that Zheng Li didn't like this daughter, and she had never treated her so affectionately.

After the farce of Han Fei committing suicide on a rainy night, her attitude towards herself and Ying Zheng suddenly changed. Ying Zheng, who is on the high platform, always buries his emotions deeply. If they weren't connected by blood, she even felt that an emperor like him would never really take anyone to heart.

Ying Zheng calmly accepted Zheng Li's overtures without asking her why.

Xu Zhi was not very clear about the details. She forgot to ask Li Xian for confirmation. In the life he had experienced, was there a death in the Qin palace during the time when Zheng Guo came to Qin?

Ying Hehua only said that Concubine Zheng and she left one after another this year.

Could it be that this is not a coincidence of his death from illness? !

She was suddenly afraid. Xu Zhi held the jade plate and wanted to ask Ying Hehua clearly what was going on?

But for a long time, there was no result. No matter what, she couldn't escape into the void.

A thin pigeon fluttered and fell into the window of Zhilan Palace.

The pigeon fluttered twice, dying, and then made no sound.

In the blink of an eye, Zheng Li's skin felt cold, and there was a cold light on her neck.

"Princess Mi, don't move." The man said playfully, whispering in her ear: "If you accidentally get injured on your body, King Qin will not let me go."

"Ha." There was no trace of panic in Zheng Li's eyes. She snorted coldly and deliberately leaned forward.

The man quickly distanced himself from the sword.

"You'd better kill me."