Dingjiangshan

Shen Tinghe never expected that Ning Yan had this idea.

She stared at Ning Yan with the eyes of a monster, with disbelief written all over her face.

"You...why?" Shen Tinghe said with difficulty, "Why did you choose my child."

Ning Yan raised her eyebrows when she heard the words, as if surprised why she would ask such a question.

But Ning Yan thought for a moment, and seemed ready to patiently explain a thing or two to her.He propped himself on the ground with one hand, stood up unsteadily, and took two steps forward in a vain manner.

The heavy iron chain was dragged on the ground, making a rattling sound. Shen Tinghe watched Ning Yan slowly straighten up, and even saw some oppression from him.

There were wolves in front and tigers in back, and the deadly dagger was still shining coldly in her peripheral vision. Shen Tinghe took a deep breath intermittently, trying hard to ensure that she did not back away.

"Because among all the clansmen in the world, my little nephew is the most suitable in terms of age and foundation." Ning Yan said with a smile: "I can't find a child whose parents are still alive—it's not just for nothing. Put a knife on my head?"

Shen Tinghe's heart tightened, and he understood the implication of Ning Yan's words.

The sons of those clansmen in the capital all have their own families to take care of them, and it is inevitable that they will have two hearts for a long time.But it would be different if it was her son - after all, Ning Zheng rebelled, if the army was defeated, the husband and wife would definitely have no way out.

Shen Tinghe's palms were cold, and she shivered intermittently.

When Shen Tinghe first came to see Ning Yan, she never thought that things would develop like this.

She thought about it all night, and she wanted to make a deal with Ning Yan, asking him to "forgive" the young son's misdeeds of heaven and earth as the emperor, and then ask Ning Yan to "give" the child a new birthday.

At that time, if Ning Zheng is defeated, she can send the child to any Taoist temple or other places at will. Although it is impossible to become rich and powerful for a lifetime, at least there will always be a shelter at the feet of the gods and Buddhas .

— But Shen Tinghe never expected that Ning Yan would open her mouth to ask for her son.

"No..." Shen Tinghe panicked, his hands and feet were cold, and he shook his head in vain, "No..."

Ning Yan knew that she would not let go so easily, that child is her only hope and thought now, not to mention that giving up the child is like a pain on the skin, even after Ning Zheng came back and found out about it, it would be difficult for Shen Tinghe to explain to him.

Shen Tinghe is an extremely traditional backyard woman, following her father and husband, it is actually very difficult for her to make such a decision behind Ning Zheng's back.

Ning Yan had no time to wait any longer.

He wasted more time in Anqing Mansion than he imagined, and now there is a risk of one more day of delay, and if he doesn't think of a way to get out, he's afraid something will happen outside.

But even if he was anxious, Ning Yan remained calm.

This is a game, Ning Yan has seen too many, Shen Tinghe is more simple than those people in the court, but it is also more difficult to deal with.If he couldn't hit the most painful point in Shen Tinghe's heart, I'm afraid Shen Tinghe wouldn't take this heart-wrenching step cruelly.

"No!" Shen Tinghe suddenly seemed to remember something, she raised her head, looked at Ning Yan with burning eyes, took a step forward, and almost bumped into Qin Liu's knife point.

"You clearly have your own son!" Shen Tinghe said: "My lord once told me that you were lucky enough to give birth to your own son, so many of lord's plans were disrupted and caught him off guard. "

Shen Ting He originally thought that Ning Yan's lies would be exposed face to face, which would make him flustered, but who knew that Ning Yan laughed instead of anger, and said in a gentle voice: "That's the sincerity I gave to my third sister-in-law."

"What do you mean?" Shen Tinghe was taken aback.

"It means that my personal maid has no children." Ning Yan said: "The one who is staying in Nanyang Mansion to 'raise her body' is just an empty baby."

The more Shen Tinghe listened, the more frightened he became, and he hardly knew which sentence he said was true and which sentence was false.

"Qin Liu." Ning Yan waved his hand and said, "Let go, after all, Sister-in-law San is the mother of the child, and she must be given some face."

Qin Liu paused, silently put away his dagger, took two steps back, and stood in a corner away from Shen Tinghe.

But Shen Tinghe didn't feel relieved because of this, she had already discovered that no matter whether that person was in her sight or not, as long as Ning Yan didn't want her to walk out of this door, she couldn't leave.

"Since that's the case, I might as well tell the truth to my sister-in-law. The so-called 'Prince' in Nanyang Mansion is just a cover. Since I need a child, I need a child with a good name, not a son of a rebellious minister. The children of my sister-in-law are not enough. At the age of one, a child of this age will not be able to see anything in a few months. Therefore, if the third sister-in-law agrees to me, then the youngest son of Anqing Palace will die. When the frontline battle is over tomorrow, I will take my child with me Return to Beijing to enter the genealogy." Ning Yan deliberately accented the word "Zhen's", and then said: "But if the third sister-in-law disagrees... then Linglong's child will naturally die before returning to Beijing."

Ning Yan sighed as he spoke, and said with a look of embarrassment: "After all, taking a child is a great loss of morality. If it is not necessary, I don't want to take it by force."

Shen Tinghe clenched her fingers tightly, and she didn't even notice that her well-maintained nails were deeply dug into her palms.

What Ning Yan meant was... If she agreed to hand over the child to Ning Yan, then the child she worked so hard to give birth to would no longer be Ning Zheng's son, but Ning Yan's.

If so, if so...

Shen Tinghe regained her composure and bit the corner of her lips fiercely. The tip of her teeth accidentally knocked out a wound on the delicate soft flesh of the corner of her lips, and the bloody smell gushed out instantly.

If she were to choose, she would definitely have 1 disagreements, let alone that she was reluctant to part with her child who was not yet one year old. Ning Yan and Ning Zheng had already become rivals in life and death, how could she give away her child? Give it to the enemy.

But Shen Tinghe remembered what "Jing Zhan" had said to her the night before, so the word "no" stuck in his throat, and he couldn't get it out.

——The peerless "National Teacher" with an indifferent expression, clarified her plight in a few words, and pointed out a "clear path" to her amidst her pleas.But today, Ning Yan, who had never had any contact with her, proposed to take her child away to raise him himself the first time he met her.

Is it God's will, Shen Tinghe thought.

Shen Tinghe's heart was unavoidably shaken.

Ning Zheng's defeat was obvious, if Ning Yan was not still in Anqing Mansion at the moment, people outside would be wary, Ning Zheng might have been defeated by this time.

Shen Tinghe didn't know about the imperial edict, so he just kept thinking about Ning Yan and Ning Zheng, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that Ning Zheng had no chance of winning.

"But—" Shen Tinghe still wanted to struggle for a while: "But if you have your own children in the future..."

"It won't happen." Ning Yan said very firmly: "If you don't believe it, you can find a few more doctors to see if it is true that the cold poison is not cleared, and you will not be able to have children in the future."

Shen Tinghe muttered for a moment, but didn't say anything more.

She knew that Ning Yan was telling the truth, otherwise Ning Zheng wouldn't be so determined to send troops.At that time, they took a fancy to Ning Yan's cold poison and could not spread his children, so they wanted to use the army to steal the country.

But Ning Yan didn't seem to care about this at all... He even planned to plan and set his sights on Ning Zheng's own son.

Shen Tinghe only felt creepy, as if in the past few years, every step of Ning Zheng's deployment was completed with Ning Yan's acquiescence.

Her instinct clamored for her to leave this place of right and wrong as soon as possible, the farther away from Ning Yan the better, but her feet seemed to be firmly planted on the ground, unable to move at all.

Shen Tinghe was silent for a long time, and suddenly asked something irrelevant to the current situation: "Are you really... are you sure you won't regret it?"

"Many people have asked me about this. The third sister-in-law is neither the first nor the last." There was a casual smile on the corner of Ning Yan's lips, but there was no hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

"Whether you regret it or not is something that will come later. What I have to do is not to give myself any room for regret." Ning Yan said slowly, "It's not easy to get sincerity. If you get it and then regret it, you're an idiot."

Shen Ting Home remained silent.

Up to now, she seems to have only one way to go—whether she believes in Ning Yan or not, she can only choose to hand over the child to him, and replace the child's original death path with a mixed fate.

Otherwise, when Ning Zheng is defeated, the child will die as well, so why not try Ning Yan's friendship, maybe there is still a chance of winning.

But even so, Shen Tinghe still didn't let go of his promise to Ning Yan, but only said: "I want to go back and think about it."

"Okay, this is a big deal. Third sister-in-law can think about it." Ning Yan said.

Ning Yan seemed easy to talk to, and let him go without even threatening to say "don't spread this matter".

After Shen Tinghe left, Qin Liu did not disappear immediately, but said something more.

"Why do you bother, it's just a child, you got it anyway." Qin Liu said.

"This is not an ordinary child." Ning Yan was supported by Qin Liu to sit back and said, "This is my future prince—be careful in doing things, and leave yourself a way out."

Qin Liu didn't understand, but he didn't ask again.

After talking for a while, Ning Yan felt a little tired, leaning lazily against the wall, half-closed his eyes, and said with a light smile, "Look, Shen Tinghe will agree."

As Ning Yan said, Shen Tinghe didn't even think about it for long, and opened the door of the firewood room in the early morning of the third day.

Qin Liu has more or less brought some outside news to Ning Yan in the past few days. The soldiers and horses on the front line of Ning Zheng are obviously not enough to resist Ning Huaijin's main force. But it's been two days since I thought about it.

Ning Yan guessed that Shen Tinghe must have heard the news from the front line, so he didn't dare to hesitate any longer and came to him in a hurry.

The difference from the last time was that this time Shen Tinghe came very carefully. She carefully avoided the guards outside and brought Jiang Ling along with her.

She changed into coarse linen clothes and held a plain swaddle in her arms. As soon as she entered the door, she knelt down to Ning Yan with a plop.

Jiang Ling walked in from behind her, raised an eyebrow at Ning Yan behind Shen Tinghe, and made a grimace.

Ning Yan: "..."

Ning Yan calmly shifted his eyes down, landed on Shen Tinghe, and asked knowingly: "Sister-in-law San has made a decision?"

"Your Majesty." Shen Ting He took two steps on his knees, approached Ning Yan, and entrusted him with the swaddling baby in his arms: "Your Majesty, I only have one thing to ask - if you regret it one day in the future, please don't kill him. Whether it is asking him to be a trafficker or a pawn, or imprisoning him in the palace, as long as he can save his life, it will be fine."