vrcanaries Chapter 458 Let them make a scene
Chapter 458 Let them make a scene
Meng Chen stepped forward, about to explain, "I am—"
No sooner had he taken that step than Xie Jingchun's gaze suddenly sharpened, and with a flick of his wrist, he drew his sword!
The sword was drawn, its cold light flashing, its momentum fierce.
"do not come."
His voice was deep, and a murderous aura suddenly surged from him, making him as alert as a frightened beast.
Meng Chen quickly raised his hands, took a step back with a wry smile, and said, "It's a misunderstanding! Young Master Chun, I'm not a bad person! I really am not!"
Xie Jing covered his forehead and sighed softly, "Don't move yet, let me speak."
"What are you arguing about?" A cold female voice came from outside the door.
Qin Jiuwei pushed open the door and entered, followed by Gu Qing, whose face was solemn.
The room fell silent instantly.
Xie Jingchun was still holding his sword, Xie Jing frowned, and Xie Jue had an expression that said, "The changes are happening too fast for me to understand."
Qin Jiuwei glanced at the situation in the room and said, "Sit down, everyone."
Fifteen minutes later, everyone sat around the table.
Qin Jiuwei and Gu Qing went through the whole story again, from the princess giving birth, Gu Qing's switch, Meng Ze's amnesia and entry into Daliang, to Xie Yanli recognizing his father, and recounted it in detail.
The three boys were all stunned.
Qin Jiuwei looked at the three of them, and a smile couldn't help but appear on her lips.
She and Xie Yanli had never told them these things before.
After all, this matter is incomplete and the truth remains unknown.
Now that I know so much all at once, I probably don't know what to do.
They're still just kids.
“So,” Xie Jue said earnestly, pointing to Meng Ze, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, “that grandfather before wasn’t actually our real grandfather. This grandfather is our real grandfather, right?”
Qin Jiuwei looked at his serious little face and couldn't help but chuckle and nod.
"Yes, that's true. Jue-ge'er is really smart."
Xie Jing raised his head and slowly said, "So, Father is actually of royal blood?"
Qin Jiuwei was stunned upon hearing this. This matter had only recently been confirmed, and there were too many other things to process. She was still processing what had happened and hadn't thought of this possibility at the moment.
Before she could react, Xie Jingchun turned to look at Meng Chen, her eyes gleaming, "How is that thing called a human skin mask made? Can you make one for me too?"
Upon hearing about the human skin mask, Xie Jue's eyes lit up, and he sat up straight.
"Yes, yes, yes! I want a human skin mask too! That way I can look like my father and go out to scare people!"
Xie Jing didn't speak again, his face tense, as if he was deep in thought and planning.
Qin Jiuwei looked at the three children in front of her and couldn't help but rub her temples.
They're clearly blood brothers, so why are their focuses so different?
night.
Qin Jiuwei sat on the edge of the bed, telling Xie Yanli in detail about the children's interesting stories from the day.
"Jue-ge'er said your father isn't your father, and that he wants a human skin mask to scare people. Chun-ge'er is researching how to make masks, while Jing-ge'er says he wants to investigate the movements of the Great Liang..."
As she said this, she couldn't help but chuckle softly, her eyes filled with warmth.
Xie Yanli's eyes softened slightly. "The children are all grown up, and each one is more troublesome than the last. Let them make a fuss."
After saying that, he took the handkerchief handed to him by the maid and bent down to gently wipe Meng Ze's fingers on the bed.
As he wiped, his fingers paused, and his gaze slowly moved upward, landing on the deep mark on Meng Ze's face.
The scar, like a centipede, stretched across his handsome face. It had long since healed, but it was still menacing and conspicuous.
Xie Yanli remained silent for a moment, staring blankly at the scar.
The night was deep, and the alleys on the outskirts of the capital were quiet and deserted.
Chu Yi, wearing a bamboo hat and gray clothes, stood in front of an abandoned brick tower, holding a black-feathered carrier pigeon in his hand.
His fingers flew across the paper, and he quickly wrapped the secret letter he had written around the pigeon's leg.
This time, he didn't use the old route or the familiar carrier pigeon route.
It's too easy to be traced.
He changed the pigeons, the direction, and even the handwriting.
The pigeon flapped its wings and quickly disappeared into the darkness.
After doing all this, he withdrew his gaze, sat down against the wall, and remained silent for a long time.
I'm sorry, Xie Jingchun.
I'm not trying to lie to you, but my sister is in his hands, I have no choice.
Four days later, in Daliang, at the residence of the Third Prince.
The sun was scorching, the curtains were rolled up high, and the Third Prince leaned against a cool couch, slowly stirring a bowl of chilled plum soup with a silver spoon.
His subordinate presented him with a secret letter from the Great Jin Dynasty.
He took the letter and unfolded it, his gaze falling on the few lines of small characters on the paper. His initially nonchalant expression gradually became serious.
A moment later, he suddenly laughed.
The laughter rose in pitch, eventually bursting into loud laughter.
"Just as I thought! They really are father and son. Xie Yanli is becoming more and more interesting."
He tapped his fingers on the letter, and after a moment, instructed, "Reply to Chu Yi."
"Let him continue investigating Meng Ze's background and get solid evidence."
"Tell him again that his sister is fine. If he's sensible, this kindness can continue."
"If you don't obey..."
His voice trailed off, but the smile in his eyes grew increasingly cold and sinister.
"He knew the consequences."
The subordinate nodded, and the Third Prince's smile grew even more blatant. "As long as the evidence arrives, I can expose this matter to Father Emperor."
"The Prime Minister, a man of such high status, is actually from the Great Jin Dynasty, and even has a son there... tsk..."
He scoffed, his eyes full of mockery, "If word gets out, it will be the most ridiculous thing in the world."
When Father finds out, he will definitely not let him off!
The Meng family mansion was deep and secluded, with its gates tightly shut.
The afternoon heat was stifling, yet a oppressive silence permeated the house.
Several servants were whispering among themselves in the room.
"The master has been gone for so long without any news. This is the first time we've seen something like this..."
"Sir, you're not going to leave Da Jin this time, are you?"
"Well, in the end, we're just following along for the ride. If something really happens, they won't care about us."
"What nonsense are you talking about! The lord plans carefully before he acts, how could he fail so easily?"
Before he could finish speaking, footsteps came from outside.
The crowd in the courtyard fell silent and turned to look.
A middle-aged man slowly walked into the house.
He wore a blue robe, was thin, and his gaze swept over the crowd. "What's all the noise about?"
"The master instructed before leaving the manor that everything should remain the same, and we should act in accordance with his instructions!"
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines, and no one dared to say another word.
The courtyard quickly returned to silence.
The man snorted coldly. His face was pale, and there was a small black mole between his eyebrows. His expression was imposing without being angry.
If the Third Prince were to see it, he would surely recognize it.
He is none other than Zhang Tianshi, whom the emperor has recently been extremely favoring.
He is one of Meng Ze's men.