Chapter 32: The Heart is Settled (4)
"There is one thing I must state first. If you want to kill me, I am ready to fight you anytime. I think, Princess, if you really hate me, you would not want to commit suicide before I die, right?"
Meng Han knew that Zhao Ziheng was trying to provoke her, but she fell for his trick so easily. Was it because she was unwilling to give in? Or was it...
"Don't worry, I won't die before I kill you—"
"That's good. So what else do you want, Princess?"
"…No, no more, goodbye—"
Meng Han raised her voice and turned away angrily...
Seeing Meng Han leaving, his indifferent expression towards her just a moment ago darkened. If he did this, at least Meng Han would not commit suicide, and there would not be another case like Lin Wei. He decided to treat every woman who approached her with indifference, all for the purpose of not wanting the tragedy to happen again. Being gentle to others would be cruel to himself. Instead of doing this, it would be better to treat others coldly from the beginning, so that no one would get close to his heart again...
"Shu'er——"
It was nothing but pain. Every time Zhao Ziheng thought of Lin Wei, he felt a wrenching pain. When he could forget Lin Wei's death for a short time, he would think of Shu'er, which inadvertently made him suffer another kind of pain. He raised his hands, crossed his fingers, and pressed his forehead on them. Even if there was no one around, he didn't want the outside world to see his painful expression so easily...
Another half month passed.
Han has agreed to a marriage agreement and all treaties with Zhao, provided that Princess Quan's safety is guaranteed...
Because Meng Han was injured, the wedding had to be postponed, which was exactly what Meng Han wanted. In order to settle the dispute, she cooperated with the treatment of the injury with all her strength, but at the same time she didn't want the injury to heal too quickly. Meng Han also put a lot of effort in between the two. However, the wound would heal one day. Before that, Meng Han was determined to kill Zhao Ziheng, and she wanted to launch a sneak attack on Zhao Ziheng many times. However, it was impossible to murder Zhao Ziheng by food poisoning. Zhao Ziheng's food was always tested for poison with silver needles before being sent. Moreover, Zhao Ziheng stayed in the [Imperial Study] most of the time. When he was tired, he would rest for a while in the palace, and sometimes he would just sleep in the [Imperial Study]. It was really rare to see him go to other places or be alone, so it was difficult to find an opportunity to assassinate him. Even if there was finally that opportunity, it would be too sudden and he would not be prepared. Finally, Meng Han chose the [Holy Spirit Temple] as the place for the assassination.
In the blink of an eye, another month has passed. Meng Han's injuries have almost healed, and the wedding date has been decided, August 15th, so Meng Han must kill Zhao Ziheng before then...
Meng Han may have noticed it. Every time she approached the Holy Spirit Hall, she noticed that the guards were getting fewer and more lax. Was this Zhao Ziheng's provocation to her? Meng Han thought so. When she sneaked into the Holy Spirit Hall again, the people left behind might have seen Meng Han, but they were no longer moved. Meng Han would think that it was because she had been here too many times and had experience. How could she know that it was Zhao Ziheng who asked them to do this? If people knew that she was here to assassinate him, it would definitely be bad for her. As a monarch, he could not protect her every time, so he simply let her do whatever she wanted.
Finally, after many adventures, Meng Han was able to walk back and forth in the [Holy Spirit Hall] very familiarly, and she also found the room on the fourth floor that Zhao Ziheng went to. She knew that it was the room where the former Queen Lin was enshrined, so she had the idea that Zhao Ziheng was deeply in love with Lin Wei. When she had this idea, her heart would ache slightly. Because of this, every time she arrived at the door, she could not go in. It was not until Zhao Ziheng left that she realized that she had missed the opportunity...
This time, in order to kill Zhao Ziheng successfully, Meng Han first entered the room and hid in the cabinet beside her waiting for Zhao Ziheng's arrival. Zhao Ziheng came here at about the same time as usual. Through the crack in the cabinet door, Meng Han saw Zhao Ziheng outside. He didn't say a word, but just sat in front of the spirit tablet and watched. This made Meng Han somewhat surprised. What on earth was he doing here?
Time passed little by little, and Zhao Ziheng still didn't move. Menghan couldn't help wondering if he came here every day just to sit and stare blankly? Just when Menghan thought so, Menghan realized that Zhao Ziheng's side view was not just like that. That kind of painful expression that was about to collapse seemed to be broken at the touch. Why was it like this? Menghan clearly felt that her heart was in the same pain as Zhao Ziheng's expression.
[Click——].
"who?"
Maybe Menghan was too focused and accidentally pushed the cabinet door open a little, making a noise, which was immediately noticed by Zhao Ziheng.
Meng Han, feeling guilty, hesitated whether to go out or not. Anyway, Zhao Ziheng had guessed that it was her. When Zhao Ziheng was about to stand up, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. The pain made Zhao Ziheng suddenly feel weak all over and sat down again. And...
“Ahem, ahem—”
Accompanied by violent coughing, Zhao Ziheng clutched his chest tightly with one hand and covered his mouth with the other, blood oozing out from between his fingers...
Hearing the coughing sound that didn't stop for a long time, perhaps out of worry, Meng Han slowly pushed open the door of the cabinet and saw Zhao Ziheng coughing painfully with one hand covering his chest and the other covering his mouth. Red liquid could be clearly seen overflowing from the five fingers covering his mouth. Meng Han quickly came out of the cabinet without thinking and ran to Zhao Ziheng: "What's wrong with you? Why are you vomiting blood?"
Zhao Ziheng had already guessed that it was Meng Han hiding in the closet. At this moment, he was in agony and had no intention of continuing to make trouble with her.
“Ahem—”
"Hello--"
Meng Han didn't know what to do, and subconsciously patted Zhao Ziheng on the back, trying to ease his pain. She had long forgotten the purpose of coming here.
“Hmm—”
After a short breath, Zhao Ziheng's coughing finally stopped. He let go of his hand that was covering his mouth, and his palm was already covered with blood...
"This is--"
Seeing the bright red in Zhao Ziheng's palm, Meng Han was so frightened that she couldn't speak. Zhao Ziheng just looked at the blood in his hand with pain and helplessness . He felt mixed emotions and his vision seemed a little blurred. The next moment, he felt that everything in front of him was pitch black...
"ah--"
Zhao Ziheng lost consciousness and fell on top of Meng Han, which made Meng Han a little overwhelmed...
"Hey, you—"
She wanted to wake Zhao Ziheng up, but she lowered her voice because she didn't want to disturb him. Looking at Zhao Ziheng lying in her arms, with blood on his lips and a bright red on his palm, Meng Han suddenly felt very unhappy.
