The rebirth of the noble concubine Wushuang

Chapter 885 Shadow
"Your Highness, here we are."

Yang Jin jumped out of the carriage and reached out to remove the curtain.

After traveling for a day and a night, Xie Chu arrived at the deep alley where Song Xieyu was hiding.

After getting out of the carriage, Yang Jin stepped forward, held the door knocker and knocked. After waiting for a long time, there was no movement from inside.

Yang Jin frowned, and knocked on the door again, this time with stronger force and longer time.

But still no sound of footsteps could be heard, the sound of the iron ring hitting the rich door made the surroundings even more desolate, and the wind was bleak, which only added a bit of chill.

Xie Chu glanced around without a trace, feeling more and more uneasy in his heart.

Striding forward, Xie Chu raised his foot and kicked the door open. Even though there was such a big movement, the whole house was still quiet and there was no living thing in sight.

Yang Jin's face turned pale. At this moment, he also realized that something might have happened to Song Xieyu.

Xie Chu's face was extremely stern, and he strode into the house. In the closed house, there were piles of corpses, which had already begun to stink.

This time, Yang Jin's complexion was beyond pale, it was blue in the white, and purple in the blue.

The concubine was sent by him personally, and he had sworn to King Yong that the concubine would be safe, but now...

Not daring to think deeply, Yang Jin quickly walked around the whole house, and when he came back, his face relaxed and his voice was still full of fear.

"Your Highness, I don't see the princess."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Xie Chu's figure sway, and he almost fell down. He supported the table next to him to stand still.

Looking at the scene in the room like a purgatory on earth, no news at this moment is the best news.

He supported the table like this, looked to the front side, and happened to see a piece of letter paper stuck on the pillar with a hairpin.

Walking over slowly, Xie Chu pulled out the hairpin, took a closer look, and soon recognized that it was Song Xieyu's hairpin that he put on her hair before she set off.

A flash of hostility flashed in his eyes, and Xie Chu shifted his gaze to the white paper, on which two words were written in thick ink: "Gift."

Almost instantly, Xie Chu seemed to lose his strength, and tightened his hands violently, the letter paper was pinched into a paper ball, making it look ugly.

"Your Highness!" Yang Jin stood behind him, looked at his palm holding the hairpin, the bright red blood was dripping continuously, and cried out involuntarily.

Xie Chu supported the table, arched his body slightly, gasped heavily, his eyes were bloodshot: "Go back to Beijing!"

Yang Jin had secret worries, but at this time, even he didn't dare to talk too much, so he could only quickly prepare dry food for the carriages and horses.

And the bodies of so many brothers in the house, they must be buried in the ground...

Yushufang, Midnight.

Xie Ling sat alone on the dragon chair, the contours of his face became sharper, and his posture became more restrained.

Not long after, the sound of footsteps came from next to his ears, Xie Ling curled his lips: "Uncle Wang, come in, those guards, I have already asked them to retreat."

When the voice fell, the door was pushed open from the outside with a bang, and Xie Chu's face appeared behind the door.

Xie Ling sat firmly on the dragon chair, smiling warmly, as if there had never been any grievances, and the relationship between the two was still the same when they were the third prince and King Yong.

"Uncle Wang, as I said, we still have a chance to play chess together after all."

Xie Chu looked at Xie Ling deeply, as if he had just known him for the first day, even if all kinds of unhappiness happened, even if Xie Ling was aggressive, he had never been so sad.

"I just want to ask Your Majesty, how is my concubine safe now?"

Xie Ling's pupils flickered, and he smiled, showing sharp teeth: "Where is Princess Yong, King Yong shouldn't have come to ask me, after all, King Yong personally smuggled Princess Yong out, I only know that the palace There is an extra pregnant Xie Mei, who is a gift from King An to the palace."

Hearing the word "gift", Xie Chu suddenly raised his eyes, and the momentum in the hall changed, with murderous aura overflowing.

Where is such a coincidence?This beautiful woman can only be Song Xieyu.

Seeing that Xie Chu was silent, Xie Ling shook his sleeves and sighed: "I, what I dislike the most is being betrayed by someone I trust."

When he said this, he seemed to think of something suddenly, and said quietly: "The last time Uncle Wang left the capital, Zhu Cheng helped Uncle Wang a lot, Uncle Wang doesn't want to know what will happen to Zhu Cheng now?"

Without waiting for Xie Chu to reply, he suddenly laughed out loud, his eyes fell on a corner of the hall, his eyes were strange and excited.

On the other side, there was a jar with a human head on top of the jar. Zhu Cheng's hair was messy, and his lower body was stuffed into the small jar.

It is impossible for a grown man, even a eunuch, to be stuffed into such a vat.

Even if they couldn't see the scene in the tank, both Yang Jin and Xie Chu knew that Zhu Cheng's limbs had been cut off in the tank.

As if aware of the gazes of Xie Chu and Yang Jin, Zhu Cheng started to move, and through the messy hair, he could almost see Zhu Cheng's struggling and painful eyes.

A coolness suddenly climbed up the back.

Xie Chu didn't know what it was like for a moment, and shuddered.

His reaction seemed to please Xie Ling very well, and Xie Ling laughed softly: "Don't be afraid, Uncle Wang. After all, I am not a brutal and brutal person. As long as you don't touch my reverse scales, I will not touch you." I won't do anything lightly."

This Zhu Cheng, if he dared to swing his knife at him, he would have lost his way of life.

Xie Ling lowered his eyelids in a lack of interest: "Uncle Wang, I have not acknowledged your death, and the new Prince Yong's Mansion is already under preparation."

The meaning of his words couldn't be more obvious, and he refused to let people go.

Xie Chu half-closed his eyes to look at him, and his eyes were full of confusion: "Your Majesty, I said that I have no interest in the throne."

Since he has already decided to go into seclusion, why does Xie Ling have to do everything possible to let him go back to Beijing, even at the expense of the last bit of friendship with him.

He really didn't understand why.

Xie Ling never spoke, Xie Chu lowered his eyes in disappointment, said no more, and went straight out of the imperial study.

When he reached the door, Xie Ling's voice sounded behind him: "Uncle Wang, the whole Dayu, in terms of scheming, I'm afraid no one can beat you."

Xie Chu stood still, not understanding what he meant by saying this suddenly.

Soon, Xie Ling spoke again: "Unless you die, Uncle Wang can only be under my nose, otherwise I will have trouble sleeping and eating day and night."

Speaking of the last four words, a chill rose from the soles of the feet to the top of the sky, Xie Chu sneered.

He thought that Xie Ling was different, but it turned out that anyone who sat in that position would not be like himself.

Xie Ling is no longer the Xie Ling he knew, he seems to have become Xie Yang, or to be more precise, he seems to have become the Emperor Qing'an back then...

He came out of the imperial study room and looked back from a distance. Xie Ling was sitting behind the desk. The distance was too far to see his face clearly. He vaguely saw the shadows of his father and elder brother on the young emperor.

(End of this chapter)