The Crazy Emperor's Pampered Cousin

After an unknown period of time, the rain and clouds temporarily subsided, only to surge again.

After countless attempts, Xie Yanzhao whispered the truth in Shen Tinghe's ear.

He didn't actually kill Chen Ziye; he just locked him up in a secret cell.

Shen Tinghe realized she had been tricked and angrily slapped Xie Yanzhao twice more.

I wasn't allowed to write it, so I deleted it.

I wasn't allowed to write it, so I deleted it.

He looked at the person in his arms, whose cheeks were flushed with anger, his eyes filled with an intense, unwavering infatuation, and whispered a plea:

"You can't write it, so I've deleted it."

Enraged, Shen Tinghe slapped him hard on the chest again: "Madman!"

Xie Yanzhao smiled contentedly.

See? No matter what he does, his little goddess will forgive him.

They were a match made in heaven, destined to be entangled until death.

Three days later, on this night, it seemed everyone was waiting for this moment.

The eaves of the Hall of Mental Cultivation were outlined in a ferocious silhouette against the night. Bright yellow talismans were pasted on every door and window, trembling slightly in the wind and making a soft rustling sound.

A large crowd of people stood outside the hall.

The abbot of Xiangguo Temple held a tin staff, wore a kasaya, and chanted sutras with his eyes closed. Behind him, eighteen monks sat cross-legged, and the wooden fish made a clattering sound.

The Taoist priest of Kunshan was dressed in a blue Taoist robe and held a peach wood sword with a talisman hanging from the tip.

Several renowned sorcerers from the martial arts world were gathered outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, each occupying a separate area.

Geriletu stood on the periphery of the crowd, his eyes fixed on the tightly closed palace doors, his gaze so sinister it seemed to be poisoned.

She didn't know what was going to happen, but she was certain that it was all for that woman, Shen Tinghe.

Because only that woman could make Xie Yanzhao go to such lengths.

Geriletu had considered having some wicked thoughts, but those thoughts only flashed through his mind and were quickly suppressed.

Putting aside whether those vague and ethereal supernatural tales could actually harm Shen Tinghe, she didn't even dare to think about the consequences of the matter being exposed.

She couldn't help but shudder when she recalled the way Xie Yanzhao looked at her that day.

Xie Yanzhao is a devil.

Inside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the candlelight in the secret chamber flickered.

It has been almost an hour since Shen Tinghe was fed that bowl of specially prepared medicine.

That medicine was a prescription that was repeatedly deliberated and decocted for three days by more than a dozen imperial physicians from the Imperial Hospital.

It can put a person in a state between drowsiness and wakefulness, neither completely unconscious nor too alert, just like being drunk.

She was curled up in Xie Yanzhao's arms, her cheeks flushed an unnatural red, her eyes hazy and unfocused, as if veiled by a layer of mist.

Shen Tinghe felt like she had forgotten something, but she couldn't remember what it was. She only knew that the person beside her made her feel at ease, and made her want to get closer and closer.

Little Xie Jingxu was carried over and placed on a small wooden bed to the side, where he was fast asleep.

The child was too young to know anything; after being fed some milk, he fell into a deep sleep.

According to those sorcerers, it would be best for Shen Tinghe to remain relatively sober tonight, and for her to be accompanied by someone related to her by blood.

"Brother... hold me tighter."

Shen Tinghe murmured in a daze, her arms softly wrapping around Xie Yanzhao's neck, snuggling into his arms like a spoiled kitten.

She felt both cold and hot, an indescribable discomfort, and just wanted this person to hold her tighter.

Xie Yanzhao lowered his eyes, the coldness in them had long since faded, leaving only an unyielding tenderness and heartache.

He supported her back with one hand and gently patted her lower back with the other, his voice so low it was as if he were afraid of disturbing something:

"Brother, hold me, Yuan Yuan isn't afraid."

The sweet little one who was nestled in my arms just moments ago started acting up again.

"I don't want to wear this... Waaah, brother, I don't want to wear it, it's hurting me..."

Shen Tinghe suddenly swung her foot, and the chain on her ankle jingled with the movement.

Xie Yanzhao now wishes he could present the whole world to her, so of course he would do whatever she wanted.

"Okay, okay, you don't need to wear it. I'll take it off for you."

He untied the chain, and Shen Tinghe impatiently kicked it a few times, sending it flying far away.

Like a spoiled little brat, after kicking the chain, she shrank back into his arms.

Xie Yanzhao looked down at her and couldn't help but chuckle.

It appears that he forced her to wear the chain.

In reality, it was just his pitiful and pathetic possessiveness at play, while she was always willing to coax him.

In fact, as long as Shen Tinghe is unwilling, whether she acts coquettishly or throws a tantrum, there is nothing he can do.

Between the two of them, Xie Yanzhao was always the one who had the upper hand.

As long as his beloved daughter is willing to give him some love, even if it's just a dog she's holding, he'll be happy to accept it.

Xie Yanzhao simply lifted her up by her little bottom and hugged her like a baby.

Shen Tinghe clung to him, burying her head in the crook of his neck, and only then did she quiet down a bit.

He held her like that, slowly walking back and forth in the secret room.

One hand steadily supported her, while the other gently patted her back, once, twice, as if coaxing a fussy big child to sleep.

Fortunately, Xie Yanzhao was physically strong, and he didn't feel tired even after carrying someone around like that.

No matter what he faces tonight, he will not let anything happen to her, nor will he let her leave.

At the same time, beside the well in the northwest corner of the palace.

This well, which is usually rarely visited, was now brightly lit by dozens of torches.

Chen Ziye stood by the well. He was still wearing the white undergarment stained with blood, clinging tightly to his body.

The night wind blew in through the tear in his clothes, but he seemed not to feel the cold or the pain.

Dozens of guards, each holding a torch, surrounded him around the well; the one leading them was Jing Cang.

Chen Ziye suddenly laughed, never expecting that he would have such a grand send-off.

Before long, the dark clouds in the night sky dispersed, and a few stars shone exceptionally brightly.

Jing Cang said in a deep voice, "Lord Chen, shouldn't the time be up?"

Chen Ziye raised her head and looked at the few stars.

One by one, they lost their light and disappeared from the night sky, as if they had never existed.

"Yes, it's time."

Goodbye, Shen Tinghe.

Goodbye, this shitty world!

No sooner had he finished speaking than he leaped into the well.

Jing Cang suddenly took a few steps forward and looked towards the well opening.

The night was too dark, the well water too deep, and there was only a deathly silence below, so nothing could be seen.

He waited for a moment, but no sound came from the bottom of the well.

There was no splashing sound of someone falling into the water, no struggling or splashing sound, nothing at all.

Jing Cang: "You two, go down and take a look."

Two guards responded and stepped forward, tightening the rope around their waists, and slowly descended the well wall one after the other.

After searching for an unknown amount of time, the two guards were finally pulled up, soaking wet and pale-faced.

"My lord, we have searched the entire well, but the water is bottomless, and... but we have not found anyone. There is nothing unusual either."

Jing Cang's brows furrowed even more.

In such a short time, how could someone who jumped down not be found?

unless……

It turns out that there really are some things in this world that cannot be explained by human power.

Jing Cang remained silent for a moment, then waved his hand: "Fall back. You few stay here and scout again at dawn. The rest of you come with me to report back."

The secret chamber of the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

The candle flame had burned down to almost nothing, and the candle wax had piled up into a small mountain.

Xie Yanzhao continued to hold Shen Tinghe as they slowly paced around the room.

Perhaps the effects of the medicine had weakened, and Shen Tinghe finally fell asleep.

Her soft, wispy hair was damp with sweat and clung to her forehead, making her small face appear even more delicate and pitiful.

Xie Yanzhao had just settled the person on the couch when he heard a noise coming from the other side of the wall.

Xie Yanzhao paused slightly.

ended.

His gaze fell on Shen Tinghe's peaceful sleeping face.

Xie Yanzhao just kept watching, and suddenly felt his eyes sting.

A tear slid down from the corner of her eye and silently dripped into Shen Tinghe's hair.

He slowly lowered his head and placed a kiss on Shen Tinghe's forehead.

The kiss was light, carrying all his care, all his devotion, and all his gratitude.

Jiaojiao is still here.

"Yuan Yuan, we will never be separated, not even in this lifetime or the next."

After the matter was over, Xie Yanzhao kept his word and let Geriletu leave.

But the journey is long and different now than before. To return to the place where the Monchi people live today, she still has to cross the treacherous Tian Shen Mountain.

Yigule died, and Nasu also died.

The new king is none other than the former first warrior, Ulunmu.

Given the blood feud over his wife's murder, it's already a miracle he didn't send anyone to kill her.

The journey is long and arduous; what dangers she might encounter, whether she might die on the way, is beyond the scope of Xie Yanzhao's promise.

……

When Xie Yanzhao returned from court, he had just stepped into the Yangxin Hall when he heard the sounds coming from inside.

Shen Tinghe said with a mix of helplessness and amusement, "Xu'er, be good, you can't eat this."

Xie Yanzhao walked around the screen and saw the scene on the couch.

Shen Tinghe sat cross-legged on the bed, wearing a light purple nightgown, her long hair loosely tied behind her head.

She held little Xie Jingxu in her arms, and was holding her son's wrist with one hand.

The little guy is only five months old, chubby and fair-skinned, with bright, dark eyes.

At this moment, he was clutching a luminous pearl tightly. The pearl was half the size of his face, and he was desperately trying to bring it to his mouth, his saliva almost dripping down.

Hearing footsteps, Shen Tinghe turned around and, seeing who it was, began to complain pitifully:

"Brother, look at him!"

Xie Yanzhao chuckled and strode over.

First, he pulled Shen Tinghe into his arms, lowered his head and rubbed his forehead against hers, before reaching out to grab his son's little fist.

"You brat, you're bothering your mother again."

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