An Xuetang frowned, "What did she tell you to follow me for""Even I don't know. Mrs. Qin told us to wait for you at the city gate and follow you once you entered, so we could figure out what you were...Seeing the people who came to the palace, both Anle Hou and his wife's hearts tightened.
These were people from the palace, all knew him. He was a close confidante to the emperor, Lin the Head Eunuch.
After Lin, the steward, had bowed to Anle Hou and his wife, he wasted no time in explaining his purpose.
Hearing the housekeeper, Lin's, recounting of the events, both Lord Anle and Lady Anle's faces paled a shade, their hands clenching slightly.
For a moment, Madam Hou lowered her head, afraid that tears might well up in her eyes.
She's not a fool. The Emperor sent his trusted confidante to remind her, but it was just a way to subtly warn them.
It seems the emperor has made up his mind to marry Xiaochun into the Ye family.
As soon as she thought of this, Mrs. Hou's tears came welling up and her body trembled slightly.
The maid nearby rushed over to help her up.
After coming to his senses, An Lehou politely replied to Lin Zuoquan, "Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. The staff at An Lehou's mansion is currently sufficient. Your Majesty has many important matters to attend to, so please don't worry about this."
Lin, the steward, had been mingling with these noble families for so many years, he was well aware of his purpose today. Seeing that Anle Hou understood the emperor's meaning, he nodded in satisfaction, "Well, since Anle Hou has said so, then our family will go back and report to the emperor."
Lord Anle indicated to the steward to hand a purse to Master Lin, saying, "I'd be indebted to you, Master Lin."
The old eunuch smiled with satisfaction. The weight in his purse filled him with even more contentment. He politely exchanged a few words with Marquis Anle before turning and leaving.
After seeing Mr. Lin leave, Madam Hou finally couldn't hold back, her legs went weak and she almost fell.
"Madam."
Lord Anle hurriedly held her up, “My lady, how are you”
Mrs. Hou shook her head, trying to say she was fine, but the tears in her eyes had already welled up uncontrollably.
Just now, she was still thinking about finding King Beijang and asking him for help in the room. But after the emperor sent someone to warn her like this, if she went to find King Beijang again, it would be really difficult to do.
But was she really going to let her own precious daughter marry into the Ye family with her own eyes
Even though she was strict with her daughter on a daily basis, deep down she loved her dearly. There was no way she could bear to watch her daughter walk into a fiery pit with her own eyes.
What could she possibly do about it now
Anle Hou let out a deep sigh and, supporting his wife's arm, turned to walk back. As he did so, he instructed the steward beside him, "Don't tell the County Princess about the visitor from the palace for now. Let her do as she pleases these days, don't stop her."
The butler nodded slightly, "Yes."
The couple returned to the house. Anle Hou took out a handkerchief and gently wiped his wife's tears, whispering softly:
"Don't cry, if you keep crying, your eyes will be ruined. Qin'er is in danger now, and she must be feeling terrible herself. If she sees you like this, she'll be even more heartbroken."
Hearing him say this, Madam Hou actually wanted to stop crying, but her emotions were really something difficult to control, especially tears, which she found truly hard to manage.
Seeing her tears streaming down her face, An Le Hou couldn't help but sigh again. After a moment of silence, he seemed to have made a decision and said, "Don't worry too much about this, I'll find a way to handle Qiner's matter."
Mrs. Hou also couldn't help but sigh and let out a muffled hum.
She only thought that her own marquis was coaxing her. If there were really ways, they wouldn't have waited until now.
On the other side, the Bei Jiang Wangfu
Mo Yunjing and An Xuetang returned to the mansion. Instead of rushing back to Jingtang Garden, they went to see Ming Deng who was imprisoned in the dungeon.
An Xuetang didn't often come to the dungeon, but she had toured it once before, so when she arrived, she wasn't as shocked by the instruments of torture.
As a 21st-century woman, she was a killer, but she generally didn't torture her victims. Seeing such cruel and torture devices still gave her a small pang of sadness.
Thinking of the cruelty of ancient people, she was truly ashamed of herself. Especially when she thought about the living people being dismembered by five horses here, she couldn't help but shudder with fear.
Modern methods are relatively more humane, at least when it comes to carrying out death sentences, there aren't as cruel methods used.
After entering the dungeon, Mo Yunjing would occasionally turn his head to glance at An Xuetang. She was now pregnant, and he was afraid she wouldn't be able to bear such a scene.
Fortunately, throughout this journey, An Xuetang did not display any unusual behavior.
After walking for a while in the dungeon, the two men came across Ming Deng. At that time, Ming Deng had already been tortured and was on the verge of death. No one felt a shred of sympathy seeing him in such a state.
Don't talk about sympathy, just thinking that Ming Deng arranged such things before entering the palace, the people in Beijang王府 who knew about it wished they could kill him with their own hands. They thought even their princess was someone he could scheme against
At this time, Shi Er walked over and cupped his hands together to greet Mo Yun Jing and An Xue Tang. "Your Highness, Your Highness, this man is very stubborn and refuses to say anything about the woman's identity."
The woman mentioned in the mouth of twelve, needless to say, they all knew it was Chi’er who was still unconscious.
Mo Yunjing's clear and cold eyes swept over Ming Deng. He wasn't in a hurry about Zhi'er's matter; right now, he only wanted to know what else Ming Deng had done. He told everyone about the prophecy concerning An Xuetang!
Ming Deng regained consciousness at this moment. When he saw Mo Yun Jing and An Xue Tang, a smile suddenly appeared on his face. "It seems trouble has come knocking."
"... "
An Xue Tang's brows furrowed, she had a vague unease in her heart, especially looking at Ming Deng's eyes, she believed that Ming Deng had probably prepared a very good back road for herself.
As expected, Ming Deng then smiled faintly and said, "Before I entered the Prince's Mansion of Beijang, I had already left handwritten letters in several places. The Prince of Beijang should know what those places are."
"!"
Mo Yunjing clenched his fists, his knuckles white.
He naturally understood what Ming Deng meant by "several places." Ming Deng had become a trusted master many years ago.
Over the years, he has traveled to various countries, and it is likely that members of royal families all over the world have met him. Moreover, most people have seen his handwritten letters. Not only royalty, but also famous gangs from every country probably receive Ming Deng's so-called handwritten letters.
If a personal letter from Ming Deng were to fall into the hands of emperors in various royal courts or leaders of major martial arts factions, it would cause An Xue Tang enormous trouble.
The false rumors spread by Qingyun Pavilion will no longer have any effect. At that time, all eyes will be on their Beijang王府.
And his candy will be coveted by others. Those with ambition will all want his candy, and then, how difficult his candy's situation would be, he dare not even think about it!ltivated him to have enough ability and did not dare to tell him clearly about those deep-seated grudges.Because they also fear that Bai Feng, after knowing those deep grudges, might impulsively go to...