The punishment of the female imperial court

Bo Yi's heart clenched, it was a huge loss that he had never even thought of.

When I saw her furrowed brows, I realized that I would rather be criticized by everyone than endure the slightest suspicion in her eyes.

So he couldn't wait to tell her everything truthfully, as long as it would make her not be so disappointed in him.

"The emperors of the Jiang family have passed down a pill from generation to generation. If the pill is combined with the emperor's heart blood, it will have the ability to control the Lan family members."

The recipe for the pills for the successor emperor was only passed down orally by the emperors. When the throne was passed on, it would be passed on to the successor, who would then memorize the recipe.

This is a ruthless method that ensures that even if someone usurps the throne, they will lose control over the Lan family and the power in the Lan family to shake the country.

Bo Yi's medicine was naturally given by the late emperor himself. So in the eyes of the late emperor, he was the successor who could control the Lan family.

But why is Jiang Jiqing's blood also useful to the Lan family?

Yu Qiansi continued to scratch the blue brick floor with the dagger unconsciously. The sharp sound startled a jackdaw and it fell to the ground.

"You told me this because you want me to betray the young master and keep it a secret for you?"

He looked at the dust on the cuffs of Yu Qiansi's cinnabar-colored official uniform - it was rubbed against him at Shi Moer's house just now, and suddenly felt that he was not even as good as this tiny bit of dust: "I dare not hope that I will be more important in your heart than the young master."

The tip of Yu Qiansi's dagger stabbed into the crack of the blue bricks. The shaking dagger reflected the anger in her eyes: "Do you know why he is so important to me?"

The bamboo forest outside the courtyard was sobbing in the evening wind. When she stood up suddenly, the hem of her official uniform rolled up and floated in the sunset like a bloody mist: "Bo Yi, do you know why he is so important to me? Because he has never lied to me! Even if he was calculating or taking advantage of me, I know everything. What he carries on his shoulders is never just his own life and property!

The young master would do anything to achieve his goal. That was because behind him were countless people who depended on the Duke of Qi's Mansion for their survival.

He could have done the same to himself, using both kindness and force, or even conspiracy and calculation, which was what he should have done, but he never did so.

Listening to these questions and the complete trust in another person, Bo Yi felt sad, but also had a strange feeling.

She was angry because she cared.

He looked into Yu Qiansi's eyes and swallowed the bitterness in his throat: "I have concealed something from you, but I have never lied to you, Aru. I will not threaten the imperial power, nor do I intend to go against the Duke of Qi's Mansion. I just want to seek the truth for my mother. After that, I will leave here."

He grew up in the northwest wind and sand, and he knew how difficult it was to maintain peace and stability in the world. So he was more worried about unrest than anyone else. Moreover, the Feng family was ready to make a move, and he would never allow the Feng family to use him to do something.

"Whether I wander the world or die on the battlefield, my final destination will never be this capital city."

The copper bells on the eaves suddenly rang, and a few dead leaves fell and stuck to Bo Yi's lower robe. Yu Qiansi's eyes fell on them, and a little sourness accumulated in his eyes.

Bo Yi smiled bitterly, looked past Yu Qiansi and into the depths of the Zen temple. It seemed as if Jikong was still sitting there smiling at him, telling him not to be obsessed.

"Ever since I came back to Beijing and learned about Huanyan, I have thought more than once that it would be great if Huanyan still existed. Changing her face, changing her way of life, might be a relief for me. It's a pity that what I got from the Yu family was all used up ten years ago."

Hearing what Boyi said, Yu Qiansi unconsciously crushed the pine cones at his feet. The sound of the debris piercing the soles of his deerskin boots startled the gray sparrow on the beam, which fluttered and flew towards the broken window paper.

What Bo Yi did that day was also for his own safety. But for some reason, when she thought of this, she became uncontrollably angry, but Bo Yi was unaware of it and continued to talk nonstop.

"Aru, I never thought of putting you in such a dilemma." He just saw the anger in her eyes and suddenly understood. She was angry because if she concealed it from Wang Song, it would be bad for Wang Song. But if she told Wang Song, he might die. She was angry and entangled because she valued herself.

Bo Yi's heart softened, and he was filled with an indescribable joy.

"Don't worry, when the truth comes out, I will leave the capital immediately, change my name, and never come back."

Bo Yi squatted down, pulled out the dagger that was standing upright in the crack of the brick, handed it to her with both hands, and looked at Yu Qiansi with tenderness in his eyes, which made Yu Qiansi a little at a loss.

Bo Yi's gaze was too sincere, his black eyes were like a whirlpool, making her fall into it involuntarily.

She had never noticed that Bo Yi had a very handsome face.

It would be a pity to erase a face like this with Huanyan.

The cool breeze in the courtyard made her feel hot on her face. She immediately came to her senses and turned her head away from his eyes. However, she felt that there was something fishy going on, so she deliberately kept a straight face and said stiffly, "It's better this way."

But I secretly cursed myself in my heart. It was ridiculous that I was seduced by beauty during an angry quarrel.

Bo Yi thought she was still angry and was racking his brains to think of how to prove that what he said was true.

Suddenly there were some slight noises outside the yard.

Bo Yi immediately stood up and pushed the door open. The cold wind blew down a few fallen leaves, and the door cast a strange shape under the setting sun.

There was no one outside the door, only the crowded shadows of bamboos, huddled in the winter evening breeze.

The two men looked solemn.

Bo Yi hesitated: "No matter how good a person's Qinggong is, it would be difficult for him to hide his body the moment I leave. Did we hear it wrong?"

Yu Qiansi was not as optimistic as him: "If you really don't want to be involved in these messes, it's better to kill someone by mistake than to let him go."

Bo Yi looked at the cold light surging in her eyes - when she killed the man in gray that day, the blood drops splashed on her vermilion clothes also had a cold iron luster.

But these were supposed to be done by him.

His hands, which should have been soaked in darkness, were now covered with frost and snow between her fingers. The shadows of the bamboo outside the corridor were like the judge's pen writing wildly on the blue brick ground, with the words "guilt" and "cherish" written in layers, which were even more unbearable than the quicksand in the northwest desert.

He no longer had time to think about anything else and held her in his arms regardless of everything.

I'm sorry, Aru. This should have been my own hell, but I selfishly dragged you into it.

No matter what the Lan family's intentions are, I will protect you and will never let anyone hurt you.

Yu Qiansi was also startled by this sudden hug.

But the smell of Bo Yi was so reassuring. Just like that night, when he stood in front of her, knelt on the grass, and looked at her when he fell into her arms. (End of this chapter)