Jiaohua

Chapter 1628 I'm only ninety-five this year

Nangong Qiuming's expression changed slightly.

This subtle change did not escape Xia Zhaoyi's notice.

"It seems that you and Feng Qingang do have a grudge."

Nangong Qiuming said, "He did indeed torture and kill my only nephew."

"But you really don't know where he is."

Nangong Qiuming closed his eyes, more and more blood gushing from his mouth: "Feng Qing'ang, he was originally also one of the lord's subordinates. But there were too few people in the Feng family, and his grandfather and father couldn't stay any longer, so they took the then ten-year-old Feng Qing'ang and left the lord. Bah—"

Nangong Qiuming spat out a mouthful of blood, trying to make his speech clearer, but it was no use; his breath was weakening.

"You Qiao family have committed far too many sins," he said, looking up at Xia Zhaoyi. "You have betrayed our lord time and again. He forgave you each time because of your exceptional alchemy skills, yet you ungrateful wretches still poisoned the pills you concocted. You've killed many people. Back then, there was a Wu family under our lord's command, 131 members of their entire clan, all poisoned by you. If it weren't for you, who knows how many more men our lord would have now. Your Qiao family was truly born traitors!"

Xia Zhaoyi asked, "Were you alive then?"

“How could that be? That was hundreds of years ago,” Nangong Qiuming’s expression finally turned desolate. “I’m only ninety-five this year.”

Ninety-five, only?

Nangong Qiuming pointed at Xia Zhaoyi: "If I could sacrifice you, this remnant of the family, I might even achieve immortality! You wait, Ali, my Nangong family still has collateral branches, and they won't let you go!"

Because of the sudden outburst of breath, another mouthful of blood gushed out, and Nangong Qiuming began to cough violently.

"General!"

The voices of the female soldiers could be heard from afar.

Their voices were hurried. Xia Zhaoyi glanced at Nangong Qiuming, then turned to greet them.

Upon spotting Xia Zhaoyi, the female soldiers quickly arrived.

"General, a group of men has fought their way through a group of misleading bandits. This group is full of experts who kill anyone they see. The leader is a beautiful woman who is ruthless! We are no match for them, and they have taken the coffin. Yan Ziyan is still inside the coffin!"

Xia Zhaoyi exclaimed in alarm: "Let's go!"

"General, you're injured?!"

Xia Zhaoyi continued walking: "It's alright, Feng Ping, you take three people to clean up this place, the rest of you come back with me."

Thinking of Jiang Mei, Xia Zhaoyi asked again, "What about Jiang Mei?"

A female soldier said, "She's still giving birth, and the bleeding is severe!"

Xia Zhaoyi's brows were furrowed.

Another female soldier said, "General, you can ignore her. She's not a good person."

Xia Zhaoyi said, "She is a woman about to give birth, so let's not worry about whether she is well or not for now."

“Yes,” a female soldier nodded, “It’s not easy for women to give birth, let her have the husband first, and then make a judgment.”

Xia Zhaoyi looked around and then assigned two female soldiers to help.

Then she said, "I'll go first, I'm fast."

She took off running.

On her way back, she took a shortcut.

The scene was chaotic today, and it was unknown how many people the other side would have, so she made this plan, having Yan Ziyan wear a gold foil silk mask and lie down in Yan Qinglin's coffin.

Beneath the coffin, Wang Yitai had arranged for people to make two small mechanisms that could release special powder, which Yan Ziyan would use as markings.

If it weren't for this group of people who suddenly appeared, today's arrangements might not have been perfect, but at least they were successful.

But who are these people?

Xia Zhaoyi never imagined that the people who hijacked her deal were Dongfang Shi and Bian Yuanfeng.

They seized the coffin but did not linger, for one of their men ran back to report that a troop of soldiers was approaching from the direction of the funeral palace. Dongfang Shi, feeling unwell, immediately led his men away, taking the coffin with them.

When Xia Zhaoyi arrived, the ground was covered with corpses and blood, and the group of people were nowhere to be seen.

Fortunately, she is good at tracking.

Bian Yuanfeng, mounted on his horse, frequently looked back, extremely unwilling to give up.

This was the closest he had ever come to Jiang Mei.

He tried every means to catch this woman, and in the end, by sheer chance, he ran into Dongfang Shi again.

He told Dongfang Shi that he would do anything to catch Jiang Mei, as long as Dongfang Shi could help him capture her.

Fortunately, Dongfang Shi was also looking for "those people," so he took him along.

After searching for so many months, they finally managed to extract information from a captured soldier surnamed Liao through severe torture that the Nangong family and members of the Liao family would have arrangements for today, which were related to the funeral palace.

They set off immediately, using their fastest speed, and although they seemed a little late, they arrived at the perfect time.

Dongfang Shi's voice was hoarse: "It's no use if you see through my eyes. Otherwise, dismount now and go back."

Bian Yuanfeng pursed his lips, looked at Dongfang Shi, and said nothing.

Dongfang Shi's face was unusually pale. He was already beautiful, and this pale complexion made him look even more stunning rather than cold and indifferent.

“Alright, here’s the horse. Go back now,” Dongfang Shi said.

“It’s no use for me to go back,” Bian Yuanfeng lowered his head and gripped the reins tightly. “The child she’s carrying is mine. Those people will definitely not let go of this child who is related to the Qiao family. She must be surrounded by experts.”

Bian Yuanfeng was unwilling to admit that he was a good-for-nothing, but after his family was destroyed and he went into exile, he gradually realized that he was inferior to others.

Dongfang Shi wanted to speak, but a sharp pain shot through his chest, and he coughed violently.

Then, he coughed up blood.

Bian Yuanfeng said, "Your injuries have become more serious."

“It’s not an injury,” Dongfang Shi said. “I’ve said it repeatedly, it’s poisoning!”

"Should we find a place to rest?"

Bian Yuanfeng wasn't concerned about him; he was afraid he would die.

Dongfang Shi didn't speak, then coughed again and spat out another mouthful of blood.

The poison is extremely potent; he has been poisoned for half a month.

This poison won't kill him, but it will make him wish he were dead.

No, he will still die. If he continues to suffer from pain for a long time, his internal organs will be damaged, and he will die from physical weakness and exhaustion.

"No, I won't rest!" Dongfang Shi said. "We'll talk about it after we leave the outskirts of the capital."

He really didn't want to get close to the capital of the Da Ping Dynasty. There were many troops in the vicinity, but because Yong'an was so vast, the troops were scattered far and wide.

However, the main passes and fortresses are occupied by people, and they don't get out so easily unless they take a very difficult route, which is very bad for their bodies.

Bian Yuanfeng did not speak again.

He looked back at the path he had come from, and his resentment intensified.

Counting the days, Jiangmei will give birth within these ten days.

Those are his own flesh and blood!

He had no relatives left, so the child in Jiangmei's belly was very important to him.

"Giddy up!" Dongfang Shi suddenly cracked his whip, increasing the speed. "Let's go!"

He can't hold on much longer; he'll go as far as he can.