Chapter 32.4
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32. Willingness (4)
When Liao Zheng saw Murong Yan, he knew that Murong Yan was far more cruel than his uncles and grandparents.
Anyone who offended him would surely die, and the death would be extremely painful.
Murong Yan was even admiring the ferocious and distorted expression on Liao Zheng’s face.
Such a person should have been drowned as early as he was born. Letting him grow up is the disaster of the world!
Liao Zheng’s eyes were widened, and he was full of remorse when he died.
He should have killed Murong Yan when he was still young, and he should have investigated the man with the curtain hat immediately when he was in the Buddhist temple.
His intuition was indeed correct.
Liao Zheng was delayed for one night with a fluke in mind, but that one night cost him his life.
Liao Zheng broke off his breath very quickly, and Murong Yan threw him away in disgust.
He didn’t even look at the two unkempt women on the ground, but immediately went to the study to look at the map.
Although the civil and military map is something he would need, it is not that urgent. Many of his supporters behind the scenes are in high positions, eunuchs, governors, and even the six ministries of the capital have Murong Yan’s people.
With the secret assistance of these people, it is not difficult for Murong Yan to obtain the complete topographic map, but he needs to use this semi-finished product to divert other people’s attention.
Sure enough, after the real map disappeared, Murong Xu’s attention was completely attracted by the map, and he completely forgot what Liao Zheng was going to do before he was killed.
As for the escape of the house slaves and the digging of the map from the garden soil…
it was also arranged by Murong Yan. The house slave who ran away was indeed Murong Yan’s, but the reason for his escape was obviously Murong Yan’s instigation.
In the end a simple mixture of half truths and lies can easily cover up the real cause of Liao Zheng’s death and Murong Yan’s identity crisis.
Murong Xu thought he was extremely clever, and saw through the assassin’s ruse.
The subsequent investigation was unbelievably smooth, and the traitor and the truth were quickly found out.
However, everything Murong Xu did was actually within the circle that Murong Yan had drawn out for him, and he was manipulated without knowing it.
Murong Yan smiled, and met Yu Qingjia’s eyes calmly,
“How do I know what happened in the governor’s mansion?”
Yu Qingjia was skeptical, but she thought about it, these results were all found out by Prince Yingchuan, and others would definitely forget it, can Prince Yingchuan still be forced to speak with his head held down?
So, is it really just a coincidence that a traitor happened to be around him, thus covering up the fox’s actions?
Yu Qingjia knew that there might be so many hidden secrets behind it, but she looked at Murong Yan, finally nodded and said,
“Okay, it doesn’t matter anymore as long as you’re fine.”
Since Murong Yan didn’t want to talk about it, Yu Qingjia didn’t want to ask any more.
Knowing that Murong Yan had a blood feud after her father brought him back, his father must have understood the pros and cons.
In this case, Yu Qingjia will also believe in her father and will not interfere in Murong Yan’s revenge plan.
“Why didn’t you ask me what I did that night?”
Murong Yan was really curious, his injury and the timing of his return were full of doubts at first glance, sitting with a dangerous person, wouldn’t Yu Qingjia be afraid?
“Of course I want to know, but I thought about it again and again. I know that you are hiding so many things from me, and I guess I won’t mind adding another one.”
Yu Qingjia was talking, but she wasn’t able to pay attention to her movements, so she accidentally made a mistake.
She looked at the wrongly knitted lace, and sighed,
“I was only focused on talking to you and didn’t pay attention, I actually made the wrong twist here. Forget it, then this one’s for you.”
When did Murong Yan ever receive a defective product?
Or a defective product that someone else knitted wrongly and doesn’t want anymore?
So he just brushed it off, and said coldly,
“No.”
Yu Qingjia didn’t care, she was lying on the couch and shaking the lace in front of his eyes,
“Look, I just made a wrong twist on the thread. Actually, it can still be used.”
“No.”
Yu Qingjia stirred up a lot of nonsense and tried her best to sell her failed handicraft in front of him.
Murong Yan was very annoyed, although there were few responses, the scroll in his hand never turned a page.
After a while, Yu Qingjia made a unilateral decision and gave the lace in her hand to Murong Yan.
She is satisfied, because she knows that the one in her hand is not for her own use, and she will be more arbitrary when she tries to make another one in the future.
At least she can still see her handiwork from time to time.
The sun quietly shone on the two of them. It was late autumn and the trees were bleak, but the sun was surprisingly warm.
Yu Qingjia staggered for a while, feeling drowsy from the warm sun. She covered her lips and yawned, her eyes flooded with water, “So sleepy ah.”
Murong Yan really wanted to say that she’s really a pig, but Yu Qingjia had already squinted her eyes on the desk.
A colorful semi-finished product was hooked on her fingertips, slowly wobbling, seemingly falling.
Yu Qingjia lay prone on the desk, her eyelashes casting fine shadows on her fine porcelain face.
She was about to fall asleep, and her heart relaxed a lot. She then uttered a sentence that was inaudible, it seemed like it was just a dream,
“I’m waiting for the day you are willing to tell me.”
If he doesn’t say it, she won’t ask.
She just hopes that one day, fox spirit will be willing to tell her about it personally.
Who he is and what he has done.
This sentence is slightly like a sigh, if one is not close enough, I am afraid that it will not be heard at all.
The room was quiet for a long time, and after a while, Murong Yan called out in a low voice,
“Yu Qingjia?”
Naturally, Yu Qingjia would not respond.
“My family name is Murong, territory name is Langya, and my first name is Yan. What I did that night… These things are dirty and sordid, and I don’t want to tell you about them.”
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32. Willingness (4)
When Liao Zheng saw Murong Yan, he knew that Murong Yan was far more cruel than his uncles and grandparents.
Anyone who offended him would surely die, and the death would be extremely painful.
Murong Yan was even admiring the ferocious and distorted expression on Liao Zheng’s face.
Such a person should have been drowned as early as he was born. Letting him grow up is the disaster of the world!
Liao Zheng’s eyes were widened, and he was full of remorse when he died.
He should have killed Murong Yan when he was still young, and he should have investigated the man with the curtain hat immediately when he was in the Buddhist temple.
His intuition was indeed correct.
Liao Zheng was delayed for one night with a fluke in mind, but that one night cost him his life.
Liao Zheng broke off his breath very quickly, and Murong Yan threw him away in disgust.
He didn’t even look at the two unkempt women on the ground, but immediately went to the study to look at the map.
Although the civil and military map is something he would need, it is not that urgent. Many of his supporters behind the scenes are in high positions, eunuchs, governors, and even the six ministries of the capital have Murong Yan’s people.
With the secret assistance of these people, it is not difficult for Murong Yan to obtain the complete topographic map, but he needs to use this semi-finished product to divert other people’s attention.
Sure enough, after the real map disappeared, Murong Xu’s attention was completely attracted by the map, and he completely forgot what Liao Zheng was going to do before he was killed.
As for the escape of the house slaves and the digging of the map from the garden soil…
it was also arranged by Murong Yan. The house slave who ran away was indeed Murong Yan’s, but the reason for his escape was obviously Murong Yan’s instigation.
In the end a simple mixture of half truths and lies can easily cover up the real cause of Liao Zheng’s death and Murong Yan’s identity crisis.
Murong Xu thought he was extremely clever, and saw through the assassin’s ruse.
The subsequent investigation was unbelievably smooth, and the traitor and the truth were quickly found out.
However, everything Murong Xu did was actually within the circle that Murong Yan had drawn out for him, and he was manipulated without knowing it.
Murong Yan smiled, and met Yu Qingjia’s eyes calmly,
“How do I know what happened in the governor’s mansion?”
Yu Qingjia was skeptical, but she thought about it, these results were all found out by Prince Yingchuan, and others would definitely forget it, can Prince Yingchuan still be forced to speak with his head held down?
So, is it really just a coincidence that a traitor happened to be around him, thus covering up the fox’s actions?
Yu Qingjia knew that there might be so many hidden secrets behind it, but she looked at Murong Yan, finally nodded and said,
“Okay, it doesn’t matter anymore as long as you’re fine.”
Since Murong Yan didn’t want to talk about it, Yu Qingjia didn’t want to ask any more.
Knowing that Murong Yan had a blood feud after her father brought him back, his father must have understood the pros and cons.
In this case, Yu Qingjia will also believe in her father and will not interfere in Murong Yan’s revenge plan.
“Why didn’t you ask me what I did that night?”
Murong Yan was really curious, his injury and the timing of his return were full of doubts at first glance, sitting with a dangerous person, wouldn’t Yu Qingjia be afraid?
“Of course I want to know, but I thought about it again and again. I know that you are hiding so many things from me, and I guess I won’t mind adding another one.”
Yu Qingjia was talking, but she wasn’t able to pay attention to her movements, so she accidentally made a mistake.
She looked at the wrongly knitted lace, and sighed,
“I was only focused on talking to you and didn’t pay attention, I actually made the wrong twist here. Forget it, then this one’s for you.”
When did Murong Yan ever receive a defective product?
Or a defective product that someone else knitted wrongly and doesn’t want anymore?
So he just brushed it off, and said coldly,
“No.”
Yu Qingjia didn’t care, she was lying on the couch and shaking the lace in front of his eyes,
“Look, I just made a wrong twist on the thread. Actually, it can still be used.”
“No.”
Yu Qingjia stirred up a lot of nonsense and tried her best to sell her failed handicraft in front of him.
Murong Yan was very annoyed, although there were few responses, the scroll in his hand never turned a page.
After a while, Yu Qingjia made a unilateral decision and gave the lace in her hand to Murong Yan.
She is satisfied, because she knows that the one in her hand is not for her own use, and she will be more arbitrary when she tries to make another one in the future.
At least she can still see her handiwork from time to time.
The sun quietly shone on the two of them. It was late autumn and the trees were bleak, but the sun was surprisingly warm.
Yu Qingjia staggered for a while, feeling drowsy from the warm sun. She covered her lips and yawned, her eyes flooded with water, “So sleepy ah.”
Murong Yan really wanted to say that she’s really a pig, but Yu Qingjia had already squinted her eyes on the desk.
A colorful semi-finished product was hooked on her fingertips, slowly wobbling, seemingly falling.
Yu Qingjia lay prone on the desk, her eyelashes casting fine shadows on her fine porcelain face.
She was about to fall asleep, and her heart relaxed a lot. She then uttered a sentence that was inaudible, it seemed like it was just a dream,
“I’m waiting for the day you are willing to tell me.”
If he doesn’t say it, she won’t ask.
She just hopes that one day, fox spirit will be willing to tell her about it personally.
Who he is and what he has done.
This sentence is slightly like a sigh, if one is not close enough, I am afraid that it will not be heard at all.
The room was quiet for a long time, and after a while, Murong Yan called out in a low voice,
“Yu Qingjia?”
Naturally, Yu Qingjia would not respond.
“My family name is Murong, territory name is Langya, and my first name is Yan. What I did that night… These things are dirty and sordid, and I don’t want to tell you about them.”
32. Willingness 4When Liao Zheng saw Murong Yan, he knew that Murong Yan was far more cruel than his uncles and grandparents.Anyone who offended him would surely die, and the death would be extremely painful.Murong Yan was even admiring the ferocious and distorted expression on Liao Zheng's face.Such a person should have been drowned as early as he was born. Letting him grow up is the disaster of the world!Liao Zheng's eyes were widened, and he was full of remorse when he died.He should have killed Murong Yan when he was still young, and he should have investigated the man with the curtain hat immediately when he was in the Buddhist temple.His intuition was indeed correct.Liao Zheng was delayed for one night with a fluke in mind, but that one night cost him his life.Liao Zheng broke off his breath very quickly, and Murong Yan threw him away in disgust.He didn't even look at the two unkempt women on the ground, but immediately went to the study to look at the map.Although the civil and military map is something he would need, it is not that urgent. Many of his supporters behind the scenes are in high positions, eunuchs, governors, and even the six ministries of the capital have Murong Yan's people.With the secret assistance of these people, it is not difficult for Murong Yan to obtain the complete topographic map, but he needs to use this semi-finished product to divert other people's attention.Sure enough, after the real map disappeared, Murong Xu's attention was completely attracted by the map, and he completely forgot what Liao Zheng was going to do before he was killed.As for the escape of the house slaves and the digging of the map from the garden soilit was also arranged by Murong Yan. The house slave who ran away was indeed Murong Yan's, but the reason for his escape was obviously Murong Yan's instigation.In the end a simple mixture of half truths and lies can easily cover up the real cause of Liao Zheng's death and Murong Yan's identity crisis.Murong Xu thought he was extremely clever, and saw through the assassin's ruse.The subsequent investigation was unbelievably smooth, and the traitor and the truth were quickly found out.However, everything Murong Xu did was actually within the circle that Murong Yan had drawn out for him, and he was manipulated without knowing it.Murong Yan smiled, and met Yu Qingjia's eyes calmly,How do I know what happened in the governor's mansion?Yu Qingjia was skeptical, but she thought about it, these results were all found out by Prince Yingchuan, and others would definitely forget it, can Prince Yingchuan still be forced to speak with his head held down?So, is it really just a coincidence that a traitor happened to be around him, thus covering up the fox's actions?Yu Qingjia knew that there might be so many hidden secrets behind it, but she looked at Murong Yan, finally nodded and said,Okay, it doesn't matter anymore as long as you're fine.Since Murong Yan didn't want to talk about it, Yu Qingjia didn't want to ask any more.Knowing that Murong Yan had a blood feud after her father brought him back, his father must have understood the pros and cons.In this case, Yu Qingjia will also believe in her father and will not interfere in Murong Yan's revenge plan.Why didn't you ask me what I did that night?Murong Yan was really curious, his injury and the timing of his return were full of doubts at first glance, sitting with a dangerous person, wouldn't Yu Qingjia be afraid?Of course I want to know, but I thought about it again and again. I know that you are hiding so many things from me, and I guess I won't mind adding another one.Yu Qingjia was talking, but she wasn't able to pay attention to her movements, so she accidentally made a mistake.She looked at the wrongly knitted lace, and sighed,I was only focused on talking to you and didn't pay attention, I actually made the wrong twist here. Forget it, then this one's for you.When did Murong Yan ever receive a defective product?Or a defective product that someone else knitted wrongly and doesn't want anymore?So he just brushed it off, and said coldly,No.Yu Qingjia didn't care, she was lying on the couch and shaking the lace in front of his eyes,Look, I just made a wrong twist on the thread. Actually, it can still be used.No.Yu Qingjia stirred up a lot of nonsense and tried her best to sell her failed handicraft in front of him.Murong Yan was very annoyed, although there were few responses, the scroll in his hand never turned a page.After a while, Yu Qingjia made a unilateral decision and gave the lace in her hand to Murong Yan.She is satisfied, because she knows that the one in her hand is not for her own use, and she will be more arbitrary when she tries to make another one in the future.At least she can still see her handiwork from time to time.The sun quietly shone on the two of them. It was late autumn and the trees were bleak, but the sun was surprisingly warm.Yu Qingjia staggered for a while, feeling drowsy from the warm sun. She covered her lips and yawned, her eyes flooded with water, So sleepy ah.Murong Yan really wanted to say that she's really a pig, but Yu Qingjia had already squinted her eyes on the desk.A colorful semi-finished product was hooked on her fingertips, slowly wobbling, seemingly falling.Yu Qingjia lay prone on the desk, her eyelashes casting fine shadows on her fine porcelain face.She was about to fall asleep, and her heart relaxed a lot. She then uttered a sentence that was inaudible, it seemed like it was just a dream,I'm waiting for the day you are willing to tell me.If he doesn't say it, she won't ask.She just hopes that one day, fox spirit will be willing to tell her about it personally.Who he is and what he has done.This sentence is slightly like a sigh, if one is not close enough, I am afraid that it will not be heard at all.The room was quiet for a long time, and after a while, Murong Yan called out in a low voice,Yu Qingjia?Naturally, Yu Qingjia would not respond.My family name is Murong, territory name is Langya, and my first name is Yan. What I did that night These things are dirty and sordid, and I don't want to tell you about them.
