On How to Correctly Seek Vengeance from the Sick Beauty

The whole camp was guarded by the prince's personal soldiers. Shen Lingyuan observed carefully and found that all the documents, memorials and heralds had all flocked to a tent in the center of the camp—Shen Yanqing's tent.

Just as he had guessed before, the crown prince really planned this battle for power together with Shen Yanqing.

However, Shen Lingyuan also had doubts, that is, the seniors in the old Ministry of Marquis Changxing did not seem to be guarding Shen Yanqing, could it be that they followed the prince to the battlefield?

It's a pity that the reality didn't give Shen Lingyuan much time to think, and the three of them had already reached the tent where Xingdi was.

Although the place is remote, the guards of the two guards still asked dutifully, "What are you guys doing?"

Shen Lingyuan calmly took out the gold medal that Daohu gave him, and said to the two of them: "I am a subordinate of Marquis Changxing, and I have important matters to see Your Majesty."

The two should have received some order in advance, and after looking at each other, they let Shen Lingyuan into the camp.

When Shen Lingyuan lifted the curtain, he winked at his subordinates behind him, and then he stepped into the tent, and there were two clear sounds of bone breaking behind him, followed by two corpses into the tent.

Shen Lingyuan didn't look sideways, turning a deaf ear to the movement behind him, just staring at the person in front of him wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, who was lying on the desk as if sleeping. There were no attendants around him, and he seemed to be resting on the surface , but Shen Lingyuan didn't think so.

He met Emperor Xing at that banquet, and he didn't think that such an unpredictable generation of heroes would be indifferent in today's war.

Shen Lingyuan narrowed his eyes slightly, holding the moon hook in one hand, boldly walked forward, and directly grabbed Xingdi's shoulder with the other hand.

However, when Shen Lingyuan saw the man's face, Shen Lingyuan's pupils suddenly shrank.

This is no longer personal.

This is actually a corpse, a stiff corpse with a whole body. His dragon robe was obviously put on behind him. The large piece of bare pale skin on his chest was covered with blue patterns familiar to Shen Lingyuan, and Shen Ling Yuan can clearly see through the facial features wheel that this person is Prince Rui.

One of the subordinates who had dealt with the two personal soldiers chased in, "His Royal Highness, how are you?"

Shen Lingyuan let go of Prince Rui's body, his voice was hoarse and his expression was slightly bitter: "This person is not Prince Rui, we were fooled."

The subordinates also saw Prince Rui's miserable state now, he stared at the blue pattern with a face full of shock, fortunately he was well-trained so he didn't immediately scream, "Then, what should we do now?"

Shen Lingyuan didn't know what to think of, and suddenly raised his head, "You two quickly change into their clothes, go out and inform Zhuo Jiaxue to attack the camp immediately, then go to the central tent to meet me, I'm going to find someone."

The subordinate didn't dare to delay, immediately cupped his fists and said: "Yes." Then he turned his head and left.

Shen Lingyuan once again looked back at the tragically dead Prince Rui, the coquettish blue pattern on the corpse reminded him of what Prince Rui had said to him before, "You like him? Ah? You know Didn't know you were going to die!"

He also said that when he saw the pattern on Shen Yanqing's body clearly, presumably Prince Rui had confirmed his identity at that time.

Shen Yanqing is also the son of Emperor Xing.

After reading the secret letter sent by Yinger, Shen Lingyuan has never figured out what kind of deep hatred made Shen Yanqing's mother, a woman, have such a murderous intent, that she wanted to subvert Dongdong by herself. Lin Chaozheng not only cultivated his son into a tool, but also willingly sacrificed his face to let Su'e lurk beside the prince.

Shen Lingyuan now understands that the concubine Chen who was captured by Emperor Xing back from the State of Su was Shen Yanqing's mother. She already had Shen Yanqing when she disappeared from the palace, but everyone and all historical materials are saying that Concubine Chen ran away madly, and did not say that she was still with a child when she left, so that even if Shen Lingyuan knew the story of Emperor Xing's forced marriage to Concubine Chen, he never thought of Shen Yanqing.

From this point of view, indeed, the hatred of destroying the country, the pain of commitment, and having a child with the enemy, under such mental pressure, it is so easy to drive a person crazy.

This can also explain why Shen Yanqing looks like his mother.

In the final analysis, it was because Yan Qiuniang looked like Princess Jingyun.

And Shen Yanqing just looks like his mother.

A tragedy caused by a beauty face, a revenge caused by a beauty face.

It is only now that Shen Lingyuan fully understands that what he has experienced is just a small part of this revenge. If the real culprit is said, it may be the plundering Xingdi, or he is far away. The married mother, or his biological father, but the love and hatred that have been too long can no longer be verified. Where is Xingdi going now, what is the premeditation, and what is the final result of this war.

Nothing seemed to matter.

Shen Lingyuan only wants to do one thing now.

The sound of Beili Iron Cavalry launching an attack came, and the panicked alarm sounded from the prince's personal soldiers. Shen Lingyuan tightened his hand holding the moon hook, lifted his foot and left Xingdi's tent, blocking and killing gods and Buddhas all the way Buddha, with a clear goal, went straight to the tent where Shen Yanqing was.

All the soldiers gathered urgently to deal with the Beili troops who suddenly turned against each other. There was no one guarding the four-corner tent in front of the dome. Shen Lingyuan opened the curtain and broke in without thinking.

The people inside didn't seem to hear Shen Lingyuan's movements. He knelt in front of the desk, staring quietly at his own face in the bronze mirror on the desk.

Shen Lingyuan's eyes were dark.

He took two steps in three steps, stepped forward and grabbed Shen Yanqing's arm, and said in a deep voice, "Yan Qing! Come with me!"

Shen Yanqing turned his head while being tugged, but there was no wave in his pale pupils, he looked at Shen Lingyuan expressionlessly, "You shouldn't have come."

Shen Lingyuan knelt down and looked directly at Shen Yanqing, "You knew I would come."

"Yes, I thought about it." Shen Yanqing's tone was without warmth, this alienated attitude made Shen Lingyuan's heart cold, but he did not give up yet.

"Yan Qing, the past is in the past, you have done what you can, the grievances of their previous generation, you!"

Shen Lingyuan stopped suddenly in the middle of speaking, and he looked in disbelief at the silver cloud pattern dagger that he wanted to present to Shen Yanqing, which was now being inserted into his left shoulder.

Shen Lingyuan felt like his whole body was plunged into the ice cellar.

"you……"

Even so, Shen Lingyuan still didn't let go of Shen Yanqing's arm, his phoenix eyes were slightly stretched, his pupils trembled slightly, and he asked complicatedly word by word: "Why?"

Shen Yanqing: "You shouldn't have interrupted me when I was talking to her."

"Your Highness!"

Don't worry about Shen Lingyuan finding the tent alone, Zhuo Jiaxue saw the dagger piercing into Shen Lingyuan's shoulder as soon as she entered the camp, her expression changed instantly, "Come here, protect Your Highness!"

Zhuo Jiaxue roared, drew out her saber, and ran towards the entangled two people.

Shen Lingyuan also followed suit, "Stand there, don't come over!"

Zhuo Jiaxue's eyes were flushed with anxiety, but she had no choice but to face Shen Lingyuan's determination, she stood at the door biting her lower lip tightly with her white teeth, and her hand on the saber was tightened and tightened.

Shen Yanqing seemed to have returned to the Shen Yanqing who first returned to Xinxia two years ago. He just glanced at Zhuo Jiaxue lightly, and then pulled out the silver cloud dagger mercilessly, and responded to Shen Lingyuan's low voice from his throat. The groans fell on deaf ears.

Shen Lingyuan's shoulders were once pierced by wolf claws. The pain caused by the second injury was unimaginable. Blood trickled out. His facial features were twisted in pain, and the veins on his forehead bulged. But the other one was caught on Shen Yanqing's arm. hand, but refused to let go for a moment.

Shen Lingyuan's entire face, including the exposed skin, was abnormally red, and those sharp phoenix eyes were stained with pleading at this moment, "Yan Qing, I can't participate in what happened before, but this time ,Come with me."

After saying that, Shen Yanqing's eyelashes trembled slightly, but Shen Lingyuan was only relieved for a second, and once again experienced the feeling of the gap between heaven and hell.

The next moment, Shen Yanqing had already grabbed Shen Lingyuan's lapel, knelt up, and leaned close to his ear.

"You are no longer useful."

The author has something to say:

It was foreshadowed a long time ago that Shen Yanqing is the son of Emperor Xing. The crown prince's small character is An Bo, Prince Rui's character is Zhongmiao, and Shen Yanqing's character is Yishu (uncle) and it was born by Emperor Xing.