Raising a wife? The mistress of the Hou family divorced and remarried her younger uncle

Chapter 170 Nightmare
"Princess, please leave quickly!" Qingyun said.

Su Qingwan also discovered that the Jinyiwei did not kill them, probably because they had received an order. Su Qingwan picked up a long knife and quickly left Chunxiang Palace. Along the way, the wind and snow were blowing and scraping her cheeks like a sharp blade. Su Qingwan was very anxious. When she was about to approach Chunxiang Palace, she was suddenly pulled into a corner by a very strong force.

"Princess, it's me."

"Is my father still alive?" Su Qingwan's eyes were red. Father, are you still alive? Can I save you in time? The little prince was given the Resurrection Pill and there was no hope for him to be saved, so why did he die? At least he can survive tonight.

"Time is running out, so I'll make it short. The emperor has issued an order to capture the King of the Southwest. The palace gates are closed and the imperial guards are searching everywhere. You must leave here immediately, otherwise you will die."

Su Qingwan's heart tightened, "How is my father?"

"The King of Southwest is in great danger!" Lu Jing also told the truth, "The emperor is determined to kill, I can only save you, the eldest princess is also trying to persuade the emperor not to kill, but the emperor is determined to eliminate Southwest for the eldest prince."

"Is he trying to force Southwest China to rebel? That's how he forced Huainan back then. Let me go, I want to save my father!" Su Qingwan gritted her teeth, "We have more than ten spies in the palace, and they will risk their lives to get my father out of the palace."

"Come here, the King of Southwest has defected, search the entire palace, don't miss any clues!" the leader of the imperial guards shouted.

Su Qingwan was still thinking about looking for the King of Southwest, but was knocked unconscious by Lu Jing's palm without warning.

When Su Qingwan woke up, it was pitch black. She lay on the ground, the cold stone slabs penetrated her skin through her thin clothes, and the chill pierced her bones. She tried to get up, but found that she was weak and dizzy, as if she was pressed by a thousand-pound weight. The only sound she could hear was her own breathing, weak and rapid, echoing in this deep secret passage.

The secret passage twisted and turned, as if it had no end. Occasionally, there were a few faint flames on the wall, swaying, reflecting her pale face. Su Qingwan was afraid of the dark, and had been afraid since she was a child. She hugged her arms tightly, trying to dispel the fear that surged from the bottom of her heart.

She called out, "Lu Jing!"

The voice echoed in the secret passage, but there was no response.

Her heart sank suddenly. How had her father done? She recalled the tragic scene in the Huainan Palace. That night, flames shot up into the sky, wailing was everywhere, and blood flowed like a river. Her fingers tightly grasped the corner of her clothes, and tears silently slid down and dripped onto the cold ground.

"Lu Jing! Lu Jing!" She kept shouting, her voice becoming more and more hoarse, but the secret passage was still silent. Her head was getting more and more dizzy, and her steps were staggering, as if every step was stepping on cotton. She didn't know how long she had been running, she only felt that the darkness in front of her was getting thicker and thicker, as if it was going to swallow her up.

Finally, her body could no longer support her and she fell heavily in the secret passage, her consciousness gradually becoming blurred.

When she woke up again, she saw an unfamiliar bed curtain. She blinked, trying to adjust to the dim light. Qingyun was sitting beside the bed, her eyes were red and swollen, obviously she had been crying. Su Qingwan's throat was dry as if it had been burned by fire, and she spoke with difficulty: "How long have I... been asleep?"

When Qingyun heard her voice, he raised his head suddenly, tears welling up again: "Girl, you have been in a coma for three days."

Three days? Su Qingwan's heart sank suddenly. Qingyun was the calmest maid around her and had never lost her composure in front of her. At this moment, Qingyun's tears made her feel even more uneasy.

She forced herself to sit up, her voice hoarse: "Father... How is Father?" Qingyun lowered his head, not daring to look her in the eye. Su Qingwan's heart beat faster and faster. She grabbed Qingyun's hand and asked anxiously: "Where is Qingyi? Where is Qingyi?"

Qingyun couldn't stop her tears from falling, her voice trembling: "Qingyi... Qingyi is dead. She was killed by the imperial guards... The prince was imprisoned, General Chen was also injured in one leg, and Ningyuan Hou was seriously injured... The emperor blocked the news and asked the prince and the second son to come to the capital to attend your wedding with Lord Lu..."

Su Qingwan's head buzzed, as if it had been hit by a heavy hammer. She covered her head, and her vision went dark. Qingyi was dead? The always smiling, clever and intelligent Qingyi, was actually dead? And her father was imprisoned in the palace... Her heart felt like it was cut by a knife, and she was in so much pain that she could hardly breathe.

"Send a message back to the southwest!" She raised her head suddenly and said in a hurried voice, "Brothers, you can't go to the capital! This is a trap!"

Qingyun wiped her tears and whispered, "The spy has already delivered the message, but... I don't know if the letter can get out of the city."

Su Qingwan's heart sank to the bottom. She lifted the quilt, forced herself to get out of bed, and walked to the window. Outside the window was a scene of wind and snow, and the red plum blossoms were blooming proudly in the cold wind, so beautiful that it was dazzling. This was Lu Jing's villa, where she had enjoyed the snow scene with him countless times and talked and laughed happily. But now, all this seemed to have become a mockery.

"Today... is the third day of junior high school." She murmured to herself, her voice so soft that it was almost inaudible.

Qingyun stood behind her, sobbing softly. Su Qingwan looked at the snow outside the window, her heart chilled. All this was really a nightmare. But she knew that this nightmare had just begun.

Lu Jing appeared at the door, his coat covered with snow and a strong smell of blood. Su Qingwan's face turned pale in an instant, her fingers tightly grasped the window frame, her knuckles turned white. Qingyun stood behind her, his eyes like knives, staring at Lu Jing fiercely, as if he wanted to see through him.

"You're back." Su Qingwan's voice was as cold as ice, and her eyes were filled with deep disappointment and anger.

Lu Jing did not answer immediately, but walked into the room slowly, took off his cloak, and casually put it on the back of the chair. His movements were still calm, but his deep eyes showed a trace of fatigue and forbearance. He looked at Su Qingwan and said in a low voice: "You are awake."

"Did you know about this a long time ago?" Su Qingwan's voice trembled with suppressed anger. "Did you know about the emperor's plan a long time ago?"

Lu Jing was silent for a moment and shook his head: "If I say I don't know, would you believe me?"

Su Qingwan's eyes flashed with pain, and her voice suddenly rose: "How could I believe it! You are the emperor's guard, you know everything he decides! Why didn't you tell me? Why! "

Lu Jing looked at her sad and angry face, with a hint of helplessness in his eyes. He took a step closer, and said softly but firmly: "I really don't know. It wasn't until the little prince died that I understood all this."

"Little prince?" Su Qingwan frowned, feeling uneasy. "How could he die? I clearly gave him the Resurrection Pill! Didn't he take it?"

A complex emotion flashed across Lu Jing's eyes. After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke: "The emperor has long known that the little prince is beyond help. The resurrection pill...cannot save him at all."

Su Qingwan's pupils suddenly contracted, and her voice trembled: "What do you mean?"

Lu Jing's voice was low, as if every word carried a thousand pounds of weight: "The emperor needs a legitimate reason to imprison the King of Southwest. Murdering the heir to the throne... is the best reason. So, he strangled the little prince to death with his own hands."