Qi Yujun, the sixth son of the emperor, was lifeless, but he escaped the night of the rebels' massacre.
In order to avenge the murder of his mother, he concealed his identity and sneaked into the side of Huai Tingyun, a powerful minister of the new dynasty, to serve as a military advisor. In front of the saddle and behind the horse, he obeyed his words, risked his life to block the knife, warmed the bed and heated the mat. He put his attitude to the lowest level and finally became Huai Tingyun's most trusted confidant.
He thought that was enough.
But when he took advantage of Huai Tingyun's power to find a good opportunity to assassinate the current emperor, he suddenly heard a familiar sneer coming from behind him.
Huai Tingyun stood at the door of the palace with his hands behind his back, his gaze like a razor blade. He strode into the palace, knelt upright and calmly and said, "I am late to escort you, please forgive me." Then he turned to him and said in an unhurried voice: "I neglected my duty and allowed the remnants of the previous dynasty to commit crimes. I beg you to personally execute the punishment to atone for this crime."
Mr. Qi Yu suddenly understood.
He has never been trusted. From beginning to end, it was all his own fault.
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He thought his death was imminent, but after he was imprisoned in the Marquis Mansion, for three days and three days, only his servants delivered meals on time, and no one else cared about him.
After half a month of this, one night, Huai Tingyun pushed open the door and walked in, smelling of alcohol.
"Qi Yujun, do you know that you are wrong?"
Mr. Qi Yu looked back, neither humble nor arrogant: "Avenging your mother, what's wrong with that?"
The man stepped forward, clamped his jaw, and lowered his voice, as if he was gritting his teeth: "You were wrong in assassinating the emperor, and you were even more wrong in taking risks alone."
Qi Yujun frowned: "If you don't go alone, do you want Master Hou to come with me?"
Huai Tingyun clasped his waist, and her eyes, which had always been as cold as frost and snow, turned red at this moment: "Why not?" His trembling fingertips slowly pressed against Qi Yujun's cheek: "Your Highness, if you open your mouth..." His Adam's apple rolled violently as he swallowed the second half of the sentence, and whispered uncontrollably: "My life has always been yours."
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A month later, the emperor sent his personal eunuch to the Hou Mansion to ask for someone.
Huai Tingyun stood in front of the Hengjian Mansion with a cold look on his face: "Qi Yujun has committed suicide out of fear of crime."
"Where's the body?"
"Burn."
The eunuch wanted to speak, but the blade of the sword was already at his throat.
"If my father-in-law is having trouble doing the job," Huai Tingyun smiled, "it would be better to take my body back and restore my life."
The eunuch knelt on the ground and dared not speak any more.
Later, the emperor learned that not only was the remnant of the previous dynasty not dead, he had not even entered the cell. The room he lived in, with brocade quilts and soft couches, and incense smoked every day, did not look like a prisoner at all.
The emperor was so angry that he vomited blood.
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