Quick Wear: There is always a female supporting role tearing up the script

The imperial army rushed to the border, and Zong Zhengrong and Zhao Xuzhen seized the opportunity to rebel. Yan Chongfu said to Yan Xiuming, "Your Majesty has worked diligently to govern the country. How can you allow a group of bandits to seize the throne? Zong Zhengrong is headstrong and self-righteous, and Zhao Xuzhen is even more cunning and treacherous. If either of them becomes emperor, the people of the world will suffer."

Yan Xiuming: "The Yan family has never cared about these things. Only by not caring about them can we stand forever like a big tree."

"Since the situation is about to change, we have more things to do," Yan Xiuming instructed him: "Cheer up. No matter what happens outside, our Yan family cannot be harmed in the slightest."

"But the Liao people are still on the border..."

"What are you afraid of?" Yan Xiuming said unconcernedly, "A bunch of barbarians, at most they'll just cause some trouble outside the Yulan River."

But outside the Yulan River, there is his Yue Niang.

He couldn't sleep every day and his eyes were red from staying up all night. Yan Xiuming valued him very much and wanted him to do everything personally. He had no chance to leave his sight.

He woke up from a nightmare in the middle of the night, staring at the dark ceiling with his eyes open. Suddenly, a terrible thought emerged in his mind.

Yan Xiuming, does he know that Yue Niang is still alive?

Just like he had tripped him up and made him miss Yue Niang's childbirth, he was tripping him up now and wanted her to die in Lianzhou.

He sat up from the bed, not even having time to put on his clothes, and walked out the door, "Prepare the horses."

He no longer wanted to think about anything, any plans, or the future. He would rather give up all his previous efforts and even die, just to make sure that Yue Niang was still alive.

His horse galloped outside the city and met his men head-on. The men said, "The fighting at the border is intense. All the carrier pigeons can't fly across the Yulan River. I have come here in a hurry to inform you that my wife has been safely taken to Wu County. Please rest assured."

Yan Chongfu's hands holding the reins were almost numb from the cold. He exhaled a breath of white air, and the heartbeat in his chest seemed to calm down, but it seemed as if he only felt his heartbeat at this moment.

He stood outside the city, looking at the mountains in the distance for a long time. Finally, he tightened the reins, turned around and entered the city gate.

He started to be busy all day again. He was distracted at first and neglected many things. It was not until the third day that he discovered that Xi He was missing.

He sent Thirteen, the secret guard who was by Xi He's side, to leave him a letter: "I will send the young master to Lianzhou."

Shisan was not much older than Xihe, about fifteen or sixteen years old. He rode a horse with a ten-year-old child and galloped day and night. After several days, they arrived at Jun'an.

The gate of Lianzhou was just around the corner. Apart from the soldiers, there was no one at the gate. The soldiers guarding the city stopped their horses and said, "There's a battle going on in Lianzhou. You can't go through."

Thirteen said: "I will take my little prince to find his mother."

Xi He sat behind him. Days of running around made him look haggard, and his eyes, once bright and energetic, were now dim. He said, "Please let us pass."

"Lianzhou has been captured by the Liao people. Even if you go there, you will only find your mother's body."

Xi He said in a hoarse voice, "I want to see her. Dead or alive, I want to see her."

The soldier reported this to his superior, and the general turned around and looked at them. "They're still two children."

He sighed, "Search them. If there's nothing wrong, let them go."

The city of Lianzhou was flooded with blood.

The air was filled with arrows, flames, the smell of gunpowder, the smell of rotting corpses and burning flesh, as well as the panicked screams of the people and the unbridled and hearty laughter of the Liao people.

He and Shisan's horses were shot dead. Shisan took him and ran through the blood-soaked streets, hiding among piles of corpses. They hid all the way and saw the Liao people brutally slaughtering civilians, even newborn babies. They became more and more excited as they killed, and even started singing.

Thirteen's bloodstained hands tightly covered Xi He. Xi He opened his big eyes and saw through the gaps in the firewood that the Liao soldiers not far away cut open a child's stomach, picked out his intestines, liver and spleen, and chopped them up for fun.

They almost held their breath and waited until the Liao soldiers left. Thirteen let go of Xi He's hand and saw him staring blankly at the child's torn body. He raised his hand again and covered his eyes.

Xi He took his hand away.

War, these two words he had only seen in books before, rivers of blood and corpses everywhere, it appeared before him, so this is what it was like.

It made him sick, yet it also made him cry.

He and Shisan barely managed to avoid the Liao people's search and it took them two days and two nights to reach Yue Niang's courtyard.

The courtyard gate was wide open, and the flowers and plants inside had been trampled and fell to the ground in a mess. Broken porcelain and dressing boxes were scattered everywhere. Xi He ran in and opened the doors of each room, but there was nothing, nothing, nothing at all.

He pushed open the door of the last room with trembling hands. It was a mess inside. Everything was turned out. The closet doors were wide open. Only a few pieces of clothes were left. The rest had been looted.

He took a deep breath, turned around and said to Thirteen who was standing in the middle of the backyard, "She's not here."

"Great, she's gone."

Thirteen stood motionless. Next to him was a small well. He lowered his head to look at the bloodstain on the well. The dark well was bottomless, but he could vaguely see a white robe floating in the water.

“…She’s here.”

When Yan Chongfu arrived, this was what he heard.

He held on to the door frame to steady himself and turned his gaze towards the well. Holding his breath, he walked towards it step by step, very steadily and slowly. When he was still a few steps away from the well, he saw the conspicuous white cloth below.

He clenched his trembling fingers and ordered the people he brought with him: "Fill it out."

He and Xi He, who was standing under the eaves in a daze, didn't believe that it could be Yue Niang.

not.

She had arrived safely in Wu County. He had arranged everything for her. There, she could continue to grow flowers, feed fish, and live her own life.

She should be living in peace and happiness now, instead of staying in the cold and dark well.

Those people moved quickly. When the body was salvaged, it was already swollen and Xi He recognized it almost at a glance.

He ran over and fell on the corpse, wailing loudly. There were many wounds on her body, and her arms were twisted and broken.

She must have been in great pain when she died. Her expression was painful, and her beautiful eyebrows were so tightly furrowed that she no longer looked pretty.

Yan Chongfu stood there, motionless. His eyes were swollen and painful, but he seemed unable to blink and just stared blankly.

All the sounds in the world seemed to have faded away. He could no longer hear the sound of the wind, the sound of war, or Xi He's crying. His ears were filled with a rumbling sound that went straight into his brain, and he lost the ability to think.

He couldn't think.

He couldn't come to that conclusion.

But she was lying there, and she was dead.

Everything went dark before his eyes, he vomited blood and fell straight down.