After rebirth, I rejected the Regent, but he pursued me instead

"Little Lord!"

The man stabbed towards Song Qiyan at a rapid speed.

Song Qiyan dodged and blocked the stabbing knife with his left hand, then went around behind the man and kicked him away.

Seeing this, Qingxuan brought people forward to stop it.

"Young Master, how should we deal with this person?"

"killed."

"Yes!"

Then Qingxuan killed him with one sword.

The speed of the execution shocked Yuan Ninghong, who had been an official for many years.

"Don't you want to ask him who he is?"

"No need to ask. I have already found out that Fang Li has secretly planted a traitor beside you. I think it is this person. If you dare to betray Fang Li, I think this person will chop off your head today."

"what?!"

Yuan Ninghong was shocked.

But think about it, his relationship with Fang Li became strained a few days ago because he found out that Fang Li had cooked the accounts.

In addition, Fang Li is a suspicious and ruthless person by nature. If Fang Li really wants to do that, it doesn't make sense.

It seems that even if this "Ghost King" does not kill him, Fang Li will definitely take action against him secretly in the future.

"How is it? What does Minister Yuan think?"

Yuan Ninghong hesitated for a moment, but finally chose to compromise.

"I promise you. But you have to promise me not to do anything that would harm the court."

Hearing this, Song Qi Yan paused, turned his back, and his eyes grew colder.

"I cannot agree with it and should not commit to it."

It seems that he is now eliminating the cancer in his court step by step, and then replacing it with the chess pieces he has carefully prepared.

It was originally an act to overthrow the court. Whether in the future or now, he could not ensure whether this silent war would harm innocent people.

But since he has the ambition to become king, he must have the determination to be king.

Being indecisive and soft-hearted would only ruin the path he had prepared for all these years.

"You have no other choice now, sign it."

Song Qi Yan waved his hand, signaling his subordinates to take out the ink pad.

"Master Yuan, please."

Yuan Ninghong frowned, feeling helpless.

Just as the man said, he had no choice but to press his fingerprints reluctantly.

Song Qi Yan handed the envelope to Qing Xuan with satisfaction, and then threw several packets of antidote in front of Yuan Ninghong.

"This is the antidote for the next few days. I will naturally send someone to bring you new medicine in three months."

After saying that, Song Qiyan turned around and said to Yuan Ninghong solemnly, "Don't spread what happened today. If it leaks out, I will hold you responsible. Remember, just as I can make you rise to the top, I can also make you fall to the abyss. Don't do anything stupid."

Song Qiyan's harsh words echoed in Yuan Ninghong's ears, making him shiver and dare not move. He could only watch the group of black-clad men who came and went without a trace leave.

Grab the scroll on the ground and hold it tightly in your hand.

I, Yuan Ninghong, am a man of integrity. Now my wife and children are in trouble and I can do nothing about it. If you really think that this 'Ghost King' wants to harm the court, then I will end my own life.

Yuan Ninghong made a secret decision.

But he didn't know that Song Qi Yan chose him as his leading chess piece because of his determination.

-

Outside Yuan's mansion, in order to avoid being seen, Song Qi Yan immediately dismissed the people from the Netherworld Sect, and only Qing Xuan stayed with Song Qi Yan.

"Master, your hand."

Qingxuan looked at Song Qiyan's left hand, which was bleeding profusely, with heartache.

The prince had already broken his right hand because of Miss Jiang, and now his left hand is injured again. He is in great pain.

"It's OK. I think the man accidentally cut it when he was holding the knife."

As he spoke, Song Qiyan tore off the corner of his clothes, bandaged it simply, and then instructed, "In case of any accidents, take this contract back to the sect, and tell Chihua and Qingluan that they did a good job."

"Yes, but Young Master, you..."

"Me, you don't have to worry."

Song Qiyan touched Qingxuan's head surprisingly gently, like a brother, "I think you haven't seen your sister for a long time since you came back to the capital with me. You should go back and see her."

"Well, thank you, Your Majesty... Thank you very much."

Qing Xuan clasped his fists and saluted, turning around to leave, but then he thought of something and said, "Young Master, I think Miss Jiang is actually quite nice after she fell into the water. You should be less prejudiced against her. Maybe Miss Jiang is no longer the willful Miss Jiang she used to be."

"Are you saying that I bullied her?"

"I dare not, I dare not, young master, I am leaving now."

Qingxuan didn't dare to say anything more and left in a hurry.

"Prejudice?"

After Qingxuan left, Song Qiyan looked at the bright full moon and couldn't help but think of Jiang Wanyu's beautiful eyes.

"It seems that it's not just prejudice, but also a strange feeling."

-

At the hour of Yin, Song Qi Yan quietly opened the door and tiptoed into the room.

The room was dark, I guess she was asleep.

Worried, he walked back to the bed.

Lying on his back, sound asleep...

It seems that I am worrying too much.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly caught sight of Jiang Wanyu lifting the quilt.

Then he closed it lightly and walked to the bed on the side of the study.

Half an hour later, it was still night and there was a thunderstorm outside. Jiang Wanyu was awakened by the rumbling thunder.

"Mother, mother, please don't leave me!"

With shouts, the shocked Jiang Wanyu walked to Song Qiyan's side.

Song Qiyan's brows were furrowed and his face was red. Every thunder made him feel extremely painful.

"what happened to him?"

Jiang Wanyu gently touched Song Qiyan's cheek.

In an instant, the scorching temperature was transmitted to Jiang Wanyu's hands.

"Oops, he has a fever."

Immediately, Jiang Wanyu went to find a bowl of water and a piece of cloth and applied them to Song Qiyan.

Then he noticed the torn corner of his clothes on his left hand, which was wet with blood.

"What on earth did he do in the middle of the night to come back with such serious injuries?"

Without thinking too much, Jiang Wanyu quickly went into the room to look for medicine.

Fortunately, she had cut her finger not long ago, and Lao Xu told her where to keep her daily medicines.

First, he took the cloth off Song Qiyan's hand, then wiped the wound bit by bit, then applied medicine with a cotton swab, and finally replaced the cloth on his wound.

During this process, Song Qi Yan not only did not wake up from the pain, but his unconscious cries became much louder.

"Mother, mother..."

The beads of sweat on his forehead became more and more, and Song Qiyan's face became uglier and uglier, as if he had a nightmare that made him struggle.

"Is he afraid of thunder? Could it be that thunder will remind him of his mother?"

He reached out his hand speculatively and gently held the ears.

Sure enough, Song Qiyan's frown relaxed a lot.

"What on earth did he go through to make him toss and turn like this in his dream?"

Jiang Wanyu leaned against him, so close that she could see his angular jawline, with a bead of sweat rolling down it.

The water was changed again and again, and the floor was wiped again and again. When the thunder gradually stopped, Song Qiyan gradually calmed down.

Song Qi Yan, Song Qi Yan, I have been serving you late at night, so you have to treat me better in the future.

When she turned to leave, her wrist was suddenly grabbed, "Don't go..."

Jiang Wanyu's pupils trembled.

Is he awake?

I turned my head slowly, feeling relieved. He wasn't awake...

She sat down, leaning against his bed, staring at the hand that was being held tightly.

"Who do you think I am? You asked me not to leave, but normally you always want me to leave."

She was tired from standing for so long, so she took the pillow and placed it in the middle of Song Qiyan's bed, then lay down, ready to wait until he was more stable before leaving.

Unexpectedly, Song Qiyan turned around, crossed the pillow, buried his head in Jiang Wanyu's chest, and kept muttering, "Don't leave me..."