Chapter 35: Awakening from a Dream (2)
"...Can I understand that the main purpose of your coming here this time is to take her away?"
"Can!"
The firm answer without any hesitation made Zhou Cheng feel a sense of oppression. Here, it was about Yinyin. Shan Zhen, who was standing by, had been observing Zhao Ziheng from the beginning. Of course, he was only concerned about what kind of relationship there was between Yinyin and Zhao Ziheng? Why did he say that Yinyin was his? It seemed that there was some unknown secret between him and Yinyin?
If Zhao Ziheng was not an enemy, or should I say a love rival, Zhou Cheng would still admire his behavior in some ways. But Zhao Ziheng came to challenge him, and Zhou Cheng could not swallow this.
"King Zhao seems very confident?"
"I never do anything I'm not sure of!"
"What I mean is that you don't seem to take me seriously? You actually came to me alone, aren't you afraid that I will kill you?"
"If you wanted to kill me, you would have done it long ago. Besides... you wouldn't have done it for Yin Yin!"
While answering, Zhao Ziheng glanced at Zhou Cheng and a confident smile appeared on his lips.
"...I never thought that King Zhao was also a man of temperament..."
“Same here!”
Zhou Cheng was clearly at a disadvantage in this conversation, which seemed to be somewhat related to Zhao Ziheng's momentum and confidence.
"It's getting late. I have already ordered everyone to leave the palace. Please rest early, King Zhao— "
"Don't worry about it. It's more convenient to live outside the palace. And before I finish speaking, King Zhou seems to be in a hurry to drive me away?"
"If you have anything else to say, please say it."
Zhou Cheng felt that talking with Zhao Ziheng for such a long time was the most humiliating experience in his life, and he was also very helpless.
"I want to see her—"
"Don't be ridiculous. She can't leave now. Do you want to kill her? The imperial mausoleum is a sacred place where emperors of our Great Zhou Dynasty rest. Outsiders will never be allowed to set foot there."
Zhao Ziheng's request made Zhou Cheng so angry that he jumped up.
"Yinyin is also an outsider, right?"
These few short words made Zhou Cheng speechless again. Indeed, many people opposed his plan to place Yin Yin in the ice cellar of the imperial mausoleum. It was only because Yin Yin was a special existence to him that he used the dictatorial way of royal power to send Yin Yin to sleep in the ice cellar.
"I am waiting for King Zhou to give me a satisfactory answer. I will take my leave now!"
Seeing Zhou Cheng stunned, Zhao Ziheng said something straightforward and turned away. Zhou Cheng looked at Zhao Ziheng 's departing back and felt furious. Suddenly...
“Ahem—”
A coughing sound made Zhou Cheng sober up a little. When he reacted, he saw Zhao Ziheng kneeling on one knee on the way to the door...
"Hey, are you okay?"
“Ahem—”
With one hand tightly grasping his chest and the other hand tightly covering his mouth, Zhao Ziheng looked extremely painful and was tortured by the usual severe chest pain. Seeing that something was wrong with Zhao Ziheng, Zhou Cheng hurriedly walked around the table to check, and Shan Zhen followed him out of curiosity...
"Hello! Eh?"
Zhou Cheng stepped forward to find out what was going on, but he accidentally saw bright red liquid flowing out from between Zhao Ziheng's fingers that were covering his mouth, and he was stunned for a moment.
“You are—”
Although he was surprised, Zhou Cheng still did not forget to ask Zhao Ziheng what was going on.
“Ahem, ahem—”
Ignoring Zhou Cheng's greeting, after a few coughs, Zhao Ziheng stood up again with a skilled aura of challenge, wiped the remaining blood with his sleeves and turned to Zhou Cheng and Shan Zhen: "Although it shouldn't be, please keep this matter confidential!"
After saying these last words, Zhao Ziheng left without stopping, leaving Zhou Cheng and Shan Zhen standing there in a daze...
--quite a while--
"emperor--?"
Shan Zhen woke up faster and saw Zhou Cheng still staring at the direction where Zhao Ziheng left, so he reminded him. Zhou Cheng certainly heard Shan Zhen's call. In fact, he had already woken up. He was just thinking about the last scene he saw, wondering what happened to Zhao Ziheng? Was he injured? Or? However, the anger he had towards Zhao Ziheng before had already disappeared...
Around the hour of Mao, in a mansion in the northern part of the royal city.
This is where Zhao Ziheng and his group stayed in the city. Zhao Ziheng, who had just returned to his room, sat on the bed with a slightly pale face and panting breath. As soon as he sat on the bed, he felt liquid flowing out of his throat. Zhao Ziheng immediately covered his mouth with his hand. The next moment, a large amount of red liquid overflowed from between his fingers again, and the liquid dripped from his fingers and fell on Zhao Ziheng's clothes...
After a while, when he felt it was a little smoother, Zhao Ziheng let go of his hand. Looking at his palm still full of bright red liquid, Zhao Ziheng once again showed a bitter and helpless expression: "Wait a little longer, I will pick you up soon, Shu'er——"
"Sir, Doctor Wang is here—"
The voice of the guard came from outside the door. Zhao Ziheng took out the prepared towel from his arms calmly, wiped the blood on his lips and palms, and said: "Let him in."
After the words were spoken, the door was opened and Wang Ye came in. The guard then closed the door again. Zhao Ziheng put away his handkerchief, stood up and walked towards the round table: "Thank you for your hard work, Brother Wang. Come and sit down--"
After sitting down at the round table, Zhao Ziheng picked up two cups and poured tea for Wang Ye himself. Wang Ye also sat down at the round table without saying anything...
"Please use it!"
"Thanks!"
"I didn't expect you to come to me so soon!"
"I didn't expect the King of Zhao to arrive so soon. The intelligence clearly said that he would arrive within the next two days—"
"hehe!"
Zhao Ziheng chuckled and passed over Wang Ye's words.
"It's been so long since we last met, and you're still the same—"
"Isn't it the same for my brother Wang?"
When Zhao Ziheng and Wang Ye talked in private, they were like close friends, obviously disregarding their status.
"Forget about reminiscing about the past. Don't you want to know about the princess' news?"
"Um!"
His attitude and demeanor were completely different from those he had with Zhou Cheng. There was no trace of seriousness or pretense of status, only the joy of talking with a confidant.
