After I traveled through the book, my sister kidnapped my mother

Wen Rongxue glanced at Wen Ke again, then let Wen Mengyang push her away. Before leaving, she said to Wen Zhimiao, "Your Highness, clean up this mess yourself."

Hearing this, Wen Zhimiao sighed softly. Why was this her mission?

Wen Zhimiao looked at Wen Ke: "You said that Auntie never cared about you, then why do you think she brought you back to Nanshao? Did she need an ungrateful person to see her off to the end of her life?"

"You think Wen Ziqiong cares about you more, then think carefully, has Wen Ziqiong been using you all these years?"

"You think your aunt doesn't allow you to get involved in government affairs or military affairs. Now think about whether you have the ability to do so. Is she really stopping you if you insist on getting involved? She has seen the fratricide among the royal family and doesn't want you to go down this path of no return. Your aunt just wants you to live a life without worries. She thinks she can protect you no matter what."

"She is very busy, but didn't she let you learn what you should learn?"

"Wen Ke, do you know that before I knew that you were the one who poisoned me, my aunt asked me to spare your life."

"If you hadn't insisted on going this far, Auntie wouldn't be so disappointed."

"Now I give you a choice. Do you choose to end your life in a dignified way, or do you choose to behead me tomorrow?" Wen Zhimiao stood there with a cold look in his eyes.

Wen Ke's hand holding the sword began to tremble, and after the madness, his face turned pale.

Shi Wanyue walked over to Wen Zhimiao and asked her softly, "Have your wounds healed?"

Wen Zhimiao smiled at her: "I'm sorry to have made you worry, but I'm fine."

After saying that, Wen Zhimiao looked at Wen Ke again: "My patience is limited."

Wen Ke smiled bitterly, met Wen Zhimiao's eyes, and finally, with trembling hands, he grasped the dagger and pierced his heart with it.

Seeing her death, Wen Zhimiao did not close his eyes, but just let out a breath lightly.

"Clean it up and bury her properly." Preserve her final dignity and at least prevent her from being exposed in the wilderness.

King Brahma clapped his hands nearby: "As expected of His Highness Yuan Zhao."

Wen Zhimiao turned around and looked at the woman beside him who was much taller than him, but he did not feel suppressed at all.

"I have to thank King Fan for his help, otherwise it would take me some time to capture Su Jincheng."

"Your Highness is too polite." She smiled at Wen Zhimiao: "It looks like the cooperation is over."

"I look forward to working with Your Highness again next time." King Brahma said with a smile.

Wen Zhimiao played with the folding fan in his hand, with a smile on his face: "That might disappoint King Fan. I don't think there will be any time for us to cooperate again. If we meet again, I'm afraid it will only be a war."

King Brahma chuckled: "Your Highness is really..."

"Arrogant."

Wen Zhimiao raised his eyebrow lazily: "How can I compare with King Fan? At least I dare not go to Beirong so blatantly. I am afraid that my life will be in danger."

"The purpose of King Brahma's visit to my Tianqi should have been accomplished, right?"

"Yes."

"Then I won't send you off." Wen Zhimiao said with a smile.

King Brahma was choked for a moment. He had never seen anyone so unreasonable. He didn't even try to be polite.

At least the two countries are currently in a truce.

"After all, Queen Beirong and Her Royal Highness Princess are already preparing for war. Could it be that King Fan wants to surrender to the enemy? If you are willing to come to Tianqi to serve, I will personally escort you back to Tianqi."

Wen Zhimiao winked at King Brahma.

The guards behind King Brahma were all angry: "Your Highness, please don't go too far."

"I'm going too far? I didn't care that Beirong came to my Tianqi to sow discord this time, but you still say that I'm going too far. Is Beirong so unreasonable?" Wen Zhimiao snorted coldly.

Everyone in Beirong was speechless for a moment, but King Fan was not angry or annoyed. He chuckled and said, "Then I'll trouble Your Highness to inform all the checkpoints to let me return home."

"Easy to say."

After saying that, Wen Zhimiao sighed again: "It's the middle of the night, King Fan, please do as you please. I still have things to do."

Wen Zhimiao turned around and complained to Shi Wanyue: "Who is so miserable working overtime in the middle of the night? Oh, it's me, the unlucky one."

King Fan watched Wen Zhimiao leave, and also left Prince Shun's Mansion. After he walked out, the guards behind him were still complaining that Wen Zhimiao was too rude and arrogant.

She didn't think there was anything wrong. After all, what Her Royal Highness did in Tianqi was for the sake of Beirong in the eyes of Beirong, but it was indeed unforgivable in the eyes of Wen Zhimiao, the Princess of Tianqi.

This collaboration with her was just a coincidence.

King Brahma looked a little excited and a little melancholy. He couldn't help but feel excited at the thought of facing such an opponent in the future. However, the existence of such a person meant that it would be difficult for the Northern Rong army to move south.

"Let's go, go back and rest for a night, and set off for Beirong tomorrow. By the way, let's check what that noise was today."

"Here."

On the other side, Wen Zhimiao asked Cong Yinghe to enter the city. The army was still stationed outside the city, and many affairs in the city needed to be dealt with.

Wen Ke died quickly, but Wen Zhimiao and Shi Wanyue were busy until dawn.

Wen Rongxue did not sleep all night after returning to his own yard. As soon as Wen Ke died, someone told Wen Rongxue.

Wen Mengyang stayed with her for the whole night. Wen Rongxue's health was not good. The patient herself didn't care, but she, as a doctor, had to be careful.

Lu Jiaoyue has been very busy these days, and only Wen Mengyang has been taking care of Wen Rongxue.

As for Wen Ziqiong, she was still in her own yard, with heavy guards at the door.

At dawn the next morning, Nanshao City was temporarily stabilized.

The ruined city walls were also heavily guarded.

Wen Zhimiao washed her face, changed her clothes and looked at Shi Wanyue who was sitting in the room: "Sister, would you like to take a rest?"

"Do you want to go see Prince Shun?" Shi Wanyue asked her softly.

Wen Zhimiao nodded gently: "Well, I wonder if my aunt is okay."

No matter what, Wen Ke was the child she had watched grow up.

Shi Wanyue originally wanted to go with her, but after thinking it over, she decided not to.

"it is good."

Wen Zhimiao kissed her forehead and said, "Sister, have breakfast first, and then take a rest."

Shi Wanyue hooked her neck and kissed the corner of her lips: "Okay."

Wen Zhimiao's ears turned red. Her sister was much more proactive than she thought...

After leaving the room, Wen Zhimiao went straight to find Wen Rongxue.

Wen Rongxue was still receiving acupuncture from Wen Mengyang. Wen Zhimiao sat beside him without saying a word, waiting obediently for Wen Mengyang to treat Wen Rongxue.

After the acupuncture was finished, Wen Zhimiao asked, "Auntie, are you feeling better?"

Wen Rongxue smiled and said, "Meng Yang's medical skills are good. I feel much more relaxed these days."

"That's good."

I am usually talkative and eloquent, but now I don't know what to say.

She looked a little awkward sitting there.

"Why are you so nervous?" Wen Rongxue asked with a smile.

"aunt..."

"Her death has nothing to do with you." Wen Rongxue smiled, although the smile was not relaxed.

"Don't worry so much. I, your aunt, am not that fragile."

Wen Zhimiao stammered, "Aunt, do you want to go back to Yunjing with me?"

"Ok?"

"Nan Shao is humid and is definitely not suitable for my aunt." Wen Zhimiao scratched his head. The south is nice, but it is definitely not suitable for Wen Rongxue to recuperate.

Wen Rongxue smiled and looked at her: "Actually, I'm quite curious. Even though you call me aunt, we don't have much in common. Why do you care so much?"

This is a question for Wen Zhimiao.

The smart man raised his head in confusion: "Why is there such a thing?"

"If I like my aunt, I just like her. There is a wonderful fate between people. Or maybe there is indeed a blood relationship?"

Wen Rongxue looked at her with some curiosity: "Are you serious?"