Tyrant, your vest fell off

Chapter 504 – Fate

"Your Majesty~"

University scholar Guan Yi lowered his head and stepped into the dungeon, seeing Zhao Qingmei and Zhong Liyao's daggers drawn, he tremblingly interrupted the tense atmosphere between the two.

"Aiqing came just in time, and I will leave the rest to Aiqing. I will go back to the palace first and wait for your good news."

"promise!"

After Zhong Liyao finished speaking, she glared at Zhao Qingmei, and immediately left with a flick of her sleeves. At this time, the dungeon became quiet again. Guan Yi took out a piece of rice paper full of words from his sleeve, and ordered someone to fetch a pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

"Come here, bring the prisoner up."

"promise."

Zhao Qingmei, who was in ragged clothes, was covered with fine wounds. At this moment, she was taken out of the pool by the jailer in a state of embarrassment, and thrown at Guan Yi's feet like a sack.

"Look at the document on the table, if there is no objection, just copy it from this document, if you have any request, feel free to ask, I can grant it at my discretion.

"Heli document?"

Zhao Qingmei almost immediately guessed that the document on the table was the reconciliation document between her and Sikong Que. She did not hesitate in her movements, and immediately sat down, grabbed the brush and began to write like a snake.

"There is no requirement. The only requirement is that you must not force him to marry. You must agree to it yourself and make sure that the other party is the one he wants. Only then can you betroth him to someone else according to his wishes."

"He is destined to only marry one person in this life."

Guan Yi sighed helplessly, and immediately turned her back to Zhao Qingmei's direction, feeling lost, as soon as she entered the palace gate, it was as deep as the sea, she would rather her son marry an ordinary family than commit himself to the emperor's family.

"Zhong Liyao?"

Seeing that Guan Yi's back was stiff, Zhao Qingmei knew that she had guessed right, she dropped the brush to the ground with some resentment, and immediately tore the half-written Heli document to pieces.

"Your Majesty will propose to marry Que'er as the royal husband of the middle palace."

"So what, what Sikong Que wants is the only one, and Zhong Liyao is destined to have the 72nd concubine of the Sixth Court of Sangong, you are forcing him to jump into the fire pit!"

Zhao Qingmei staggered towards Guan Yi, grabbed her by the collar and questioned her loudly.

"I also have no choice. If I disagree with His Majesty, the Guan clan, the Zhao clan, and Que'er will all die in the end. Instead of dying, I'd rather live in peace. At least my son is still alive!"

"Zhao Qingmei, I know that you treat my son with deep love and righteousness, so please let my Que'er go. Now that you are unable to protect yourself, how can you protect Que'er forever?"

Zhao Qingmei was silent. After a long time, she let go of Guan Yi's hand. She stumbled and almost knelt on the ground, holding the writing brush in her hand again, and returned to the desk with a calm expression.

She didn't know how she finished copying the divorce document, she just felt that every word was kneeling and crawling under the pen, and she signed her name tremblingly at the signature place, and she wrote the divorce document with the wet ink on it. The document was thrown into Guan Yi's hands.

A lingering smile appeared on her face, and she said firmly: "The relationship between me and him cannot be easily separated by a document of reconciliation, Grand Master Guan."

At this time, Zhao Qingmei's emotions were contradictory. She was thinking that Si Kongque should not sever the old relationship, but she was also afraid that he would persistently refuse to leave her, who was already in jeopardy.

"That's not what you should care about, you just need to think about how to live well."

Guan Yi carefully dried the ink on the hard-won and retirement letter, then stuffed it into his sleeve solemnly, and left the water prison without looking back.
At the gate of the water prison, Sikong Que was holding a food box in his hand and standing in the rain curtain holding Zhao Qingmei's big black umbrella. When the family members wanted to go to the prison to visit, they were so frightened that they immediately returned the bribes they had accepted to Zhao Xi.

At this time, Sikong Que was extremely desperate. Last night, he wanted to order the Jinwu Guard to attack the dungeon in disguise at night and rescue Zhao Qingmei, but he realized that he could no longer mobilize the Jinwu Guard his mother gave him. He was sent by his mother early this morning Transfer away.

Now Sikong Que, who is alone and helpless, can only stand helplessly at the prison door, helpless.

"Queer."

At some point, his mother Guan Yi was standing beside her with an oil-paper umbrella, her eyes full of distress.

"Mother, you don't even want a son, do you?"

The Jinwu Guard's escape from his control must have something to do with his mother. Why did the mother do this?The purpose is self-evident.

"Que'er, you want to save Zhao Qingmei's life, right?"

"That's natural. If I can get her out of the water prison safe and sound, I'm willing to do anything."

"In this case, you can sign your name on this document."

Guan Yi lightly raised his hand, and immediately a servant walked up to Sikong Que with a pen and ink. Guan Yi took Sikong Que's hand and led him to the corridor where there was no wind and rain.

"What document?"

An ominous premonition flashed across Sikong Que's heart, and he immediately took the envelope handed over by his mother. After opening the letter and seeing the familiar handwriting, his nose ached and he wept sadly.

"I will never sign it!"

He tore up the document of reconciliation written by Zhao Qingmei himself, threw it into the rain, and immediately turned his head to leave.

"Que Er, if you don't leave her, she will die soon!"

Guan Yi tugged at her son's sleeve, refusing to let him go, her tone paused.

"Your Majesty welcomes you into the palace with the honor of the imperial concubine of the middle palace. If you agree, then Zhao Qingmei will be spared by amnesty for the whole world when His Majesty announces the wedding edict."

"Don't you want to go into the dungeon to see her? I can let you in right now, and mother will wait for you to come out in this corridor. If you don't change your original intention by then, then mother will have nothing to say!"

As Guan Yi said, he nodded slightly towards the jailer not far away, and immediately the jailer led Si Kongque and Zhao Xi, master and servant, towards the direction of the water prison.

Just now after another torture, Zhao Qingmei's nose is bruised and her face is swollen, and the wounds on her body have become red, swollen and festered due to long-term soaking in sewage. At this time, she is washing the blood stains on her head and face .

"Zhao Qingmei, it's time to eat!"

A jailer carried a wooden barrel that looked like swill, and poured a spoonful of the dark, viscous substance into Zhao Qingmei's broken bowl, and immediately took the broken wooden bowl into the sewage pool with a spoonful, seemingly unintentionally.

The broken wooden bowl leaned over and fell into the pool, and there was a lot of black sewage and wriggling flocs in the bowl.

Zhao Qingmei snorted coldly, and dragged the wooden bowl floating on the sewage to her face, smelling the disgusting sour smell, she could only choose to hold her breath and desperately pour the life-sustaining food down her throat.

"Cough, cough, cough."

The taste was really indescribable, she couldn't help retching, immediately scooped up a mouthful of sewage, and poured it into her mouth, there was no clean water in the water prison, all eating and drinking was in the sewage pool less than ten feet away middle.

(End of this chapter)