Chapter 32: The Heart is Settled (5)
Next, Zhao Ziheng was unconscious and vomited so much blood. Meng Han thought that she should find someone to help first, otherwise how could a little girl like her move a big man? However, as a princess of a country and engaged to someone else, how could she let others know that she was here? Just as she was thinking about what to do...
"Shu, Er——"
"Well?"
The unconscious Zhao Ziheng groaned incoherently.
"Don't, don't leave me alone—"
Meng Han didn't know what kind of dream Zhao Ziheng was having, but she could feel that he was talking to a woman, and that woman's name had nothing to do with Lin Wei? What on earth was going on?
"Shu'er——"
After the mumbling, Zhao Ziheng fell into a deep sleep again. Looking at Zhao Ziheng who was temporarily free from pain, Meng Han took out a silk scarf to wipe the blood from his lips. She wondered what kind of woman could make a cold-blooded man like Zhao Ziheng suffer such pain? Could she be Lin Wei? If not, why would Zhao Ziheng come to the place where Lin Wei's spirit tablet was enshrined every night?
"Who on earth occupies such an important position in your heart?"
Meng Han couldn't help but blurt out what was in her mind.
Suddenly, big tears fell drop by drop on the face of Zhao Ziheng who was in a deep sleep. Looking down at Zhao Ziheng's face, Meng Han couldn't help crying, her eyes filled with silent sadness...
Now, she finally understood why she was so obsessed with Zhao Ziheng, why she could not do anything to Zhao Ziheng every time, and why her heart ached so much every time she thought that Zhao Ziheng had someone in his heart. It turned out that she had fallen in love with Zhao Ziheng without realizing it. Perhaps she did not realize that, in fact, her heart had already fallen on Zhao Ziheng since the first time she met him face to face. At this moment, Zhao Ziheng was in a coma, and hearing him calling the name of another woman made Meng Han feel like she was about to be torn apart. It turned out that loving someone was so simple, and it turned out that loving someone could be so painful...
"If we had met earlier, would you still treat me like this?"
Even though she knew that Zhao Ziheng had someone in his heart , she still felt heartbroken that he had married her off to someone else. If it had been earlier, would she have been able to marry him? Even if Zhao Ziheng loved someone else, she would have felt very satisfied as long as he could occasionally sleep in her arms like now. By the time she found out, even this small wish could not be realized...
"Hey, just a little bit, just give me a little bit of your tenderness, I won't be a bother to you——"
She hugged Zhao Ziheng tightly as he lay in her arms, tears of pain flowing continuously. Now she finally understood that love came too quickly, so quickly that it was unbelievable to her. Loving someone was too easy, so easy that she couldn't believe it. However, it was difficult to get that person's love, so difficult that she could forget all the hatred and the heart-wrenching pain.
For a long, long time.
Zhao Ziheng woke up. He was surprised that Menghan didn't kill him while he was unconscious. If she had done so, he would have surely died. However, he didn't think too much about it. Maybe Menghan didn't want to take advantage of him, he thought.
"Thank you anyway—"
Whether it was because she did not take advantage of others or because Menghan had always been taking care of him, Zhao Ziheng felt that he should thank her.
"No--"
"Why didn't you take the opportunity to kill me?"
Zhao Ziheng's question stunned Meng Han.
Why? Can she tell him? Can she express her feelings to Zhao Ziheng now? Rushing out of the marriage would make both parties look bad. If she could help Zhao Ziheng, she would accept the marriage... Help? Meng Han couldn't help thinking again. It turned out that she also had such thoughts about Zhao Ziheng. It seemed that love was a wonderful thing. Not only could she forget hatred, but she could also make any sacrifice for him.
"Forget it, it's late. I'll take you back to [Ziqiong Palace] first—"
Zhao Ziheng stood up and stretched out his hand to Menghan. Did he want to pull her up? Menghan was delighted and stretched out her hand. Zhao Ziheng pulled her up. It felt good to have Zhao Ziheng hold her hand...
After leaving the [Holy Spirit Temple] and heading to the [Ziqiong Palace]...
"Are you okay with your injuries?"
"Well, I've almost recovered—"
Meng Han felt an indescribable warmth in her heart when she saw Zhao Ziheng caring about her injuries.
"…I'll have them get you back to your best condition before the wedding."
I felt warm the moment before, but now I feel desolate. And it’s strange that Zhao Ziheng rarely acts like an emperor in front of Meng Han?
"Regret not killing me just now?"
Seeing Meng Han's ugly expression, Zhao Ziheng guessed that Meng Han just felt that it was no longer a question of whether to kill or not. She had just discovered that she had fallen in love with someone she shouldn't have loved, but was about to follow his orders to marry a completely unfamiliar person. This feeling was really indescribable...
"If you have any problems in the future, you can always come to me. Of course, there's no harm in coming to seek revenge—"
Zhao Ziheng, who was totally unaware of Meng Han's feelings, talked to himself. He didn't know that Meng Han no longer had any hatred towards him. All she had was a budding love for him. Before Meng Han could even notice it, he ruthlessly destroyed Meng Han's feelings.
Maybe he thought Menghan was still disgusted with marriage and didn't want to talk to him, so Zhao Ziheng didn't say anything else and walked silently with Menghan.
After sending Meng Han back to [Ziqiong Palace], Zhao Ziheng left. Meng Han reluctantly watched him leave. Zhao Ziheng gradually walked away. Meng Han squatted down weakly and continued to look at his gradually disappearing figure...
Zhao Ziheng did not go back to the palace directly, but to the [Imperial Study], where Zhao Ziyin was waiting...
“You’re back—”
Seeing Zhao Ziheng coming back, Zhao Ziyin immediately greeted him...
"Is there something urgent that has brought you here so late?"
Zhao Ziheng asked as he returned to the dragon chair and sat down.
"Yes, we just received news from the spies sent to the Snow Mountain that King Jing of Zhou was assassinated on the mountain and was seriously injured. He is on his way back to Zhou."
"What?"
Zhao Ziheng was shocked when he heard the news.
"What's going on?"
The next Zhao Ziheng quickly regained his composure. He couldn't believe that someone like Zhou Yan would be ambushed and seriously injured?
"The reason is unclear. It's just that a blizzard suddenly hit the mountain that day. Prince Jing and his party were ambushed by a group of assassins of unknown origin on their way back to the camp. They were almost killed. Fortunately, they were saved because of the blizzard and the reinforcements, but they were still seriously injured—"
Let’s not talk about the assassins taking advantage of the blizzard to launch a sneak attack. But the other party is the second most important person in the Great Zhou Dynasty, the cold-blooded Prince Jing in people’s mouths. The assassins couldn’t be unaware of this. If they knew this and still assassinated him, I’m afraid...
"Where's the clue to the Fire Flower?"
Zhao Ziheng suddenly changed the subject.
"Still no news—"
An ominous premonition surged in his heart, and Zhao Ziheng felt that the assassin who assassinated Zhou Yan must be an important figure, otherwise he would not have done it rashly.
"Tell the spies lurking in various countries to be alert and report to me immediately if there is any unusual phenomenon in the country. Send more spies to the Snow Mountain and Zhou Kingdom to find out who attacked Zhou Yan. By the way, notify Doctor Wang and ask him to help treat Zhou Yan."
"What does the Emperor mean?"
"No matter what, Zhou Yan cannot die. If we want to pacify the world, we must borrow his power. If he dies now, it will be just what those who are secretly plotting -"
"Did they do it?"
"Not sure, but I can't rule out this possibility—"
"I understand. I will do it right away—"
Understanding Zhao Ziheng's meaning, Zhao Ziyin quickly turned around and left...
(I have been so focused on state affairs that I almost forgot. Did I overlook something? Is his assassination just the beginning? Or will this incident also involve Shu'er?)
What happened in the snowy mountains? Zhao Ziheng was extremely worried. Whether it was the invasion by other countries or the incident in Feiyan State, he always felt that there was no connection between them. There was also the coup d'état in the civil strife. Zhao Ziheng felt the inharmonious fluctuations. However, all these seemed to be connected, but there was no sense of harmony. This time Zhou Yan was assassinated again. Could these be just coincidences? Was it just reasonable?
A few days later.
Zhao Ziyin married Menghan, whom he had long loved. Perhaps due to the rapid recovery after the war, the wedding was particularly lively...
"The wedding finally went smoothly, Master—"
"snort!"
Located on the second floor of an inn, the wedding procession can be clearly seen. Feng Qinghan is waving the folding fan in his hand as usual, his eyes fixed on the wedding procession in front.
"My lord, the carriage has been arranged and we can set off at any time—"
"Well, let's go!"
After a servant came to report the situation, Feng Qinghan stood up from the table and chair without saying a word and led the way out, followed closely by his followers...
