A life of two souls traveling through time

Chapter 156 Settlement of Accounts

In the imperial study, Emperor Yan couldn't help but feel a headache when he saw the memorial submitted to him by the imperial guards far away in Mucheng. He slammed the memorial in his hand heavily on the table with a sullen face. It's really a rotten wood that cannot be carved, and a blockhead that can't bloom!

He had put so much thought into directing this drama of a man who traveled a thousand miles to find his husband, but it was ruined by this useless fool. How could a great emperor like Yan have such a stupid daughter-in-law? She couldn't teach him, and she only knew how to use some dirty tricks.

It turned out that after Mr. Fan came out of Sanxiu Pharmacy that night, he took the remaining ashes in the incense burner and found the imperial guards stationed in the wooden city. He asked Arnold to tell the imperial guards general in person what really happened in the teahouse that day.

On one side was the Princess Zong who was protected by the emperor's order, and on the other side was the Third Prince Zong. How could a small commander of the imperial guards dare to make decisions on his own? So he reported all the details and had someone send it to the capital overnight.

"Call the prince!" Emperor Yan looked at Eunuch Qin beside him with an angry face and ordered.

The emperor was furious. After receiving the order, Eunuch Qin ran all the way to the prince's residence and invited the prince to the imperial study.

"Your son greets the Emperor!" On the way, Crown Prince Yan Qiao learned from Eunuch Qin that his father was angry about his third brother and his wife. Although he didn't know what had happened this time, it must be no small matter to make his father so angry. This couple are really a pair of enemies, and they are not at peace even though they are far away in the border.

"Take a look!" Emperor Yan hesitated for a moment, then threw the memorial on the table in front of his eldest son with a desperate look and sighed.

Yan Qiao did not dare to hesitate and hurriedly picked up the letter, but his face was full of embarrassment. He really could not imagine that his third brother's wife, the dignified Princess of Guyun Kingdom, would use such vulgar means on her own husband.

"Your third brother is still recovering from his injuries and has not made any movement, but you also know that with his temper he will never give up. Now is the critical moment to deal with Lang Kingdom, and Gu Yun Kingdom cannot be offended." Emperor Yan glanced at the helplessness on his eldest son's face, then frowned and said.

"Don't worry, father. I will go to Mucheng right away to persuade my third brother to stay." Yan Qiao naturally understood what his father meant. He bowed hurriedly and replied solemnly.

"Well, nowadays only he listens to your words, his eldest brother." Emperor Yan nodded with satisfaction. His eldest son has been well-behaved and sensible since he was young. Not only has he never worried him at all, but now he can also share a lot of his worries.

After Yan Zongshang threatened Sanxiu with death while recuperating from his injuries, he undoubtedly suffered a lot. The medicine soup became difficult to swallow, and he had only rice soup for three meals a day. He was often dizzy and dizzy from hunger. Yu Cheng occasionally secretly gave him cakes, but they were discovered and confiscated by Sanxiu, who issued a stern warning: if you don't follow the doctor's orders, get out of the medicine shop.

After three more days of this, Yan Zong finally recovered almost completely, but he had obviously lost a lot of weight. He could no longer endure the pain of having only rice soup for three meals a day, so after he was able to walk again, he asked Yu Cheng to take him away from the medicine shop.

"Your Highness, shall we go back to the military camp directly?" Yu Cheng asked while driving the carriage.

"No, go to Mucheng, the other courtyard." The voice coming from the carriage was so cold that it made people feel chilled.

Yu Cheng didn't dare to say anything more, he knew that His Highness was going to settle the score.

"Where is A Yao?" After Yu Cheng took Yan Zong away, Sanxiu hurriedly asked his disciple Xiu Ming.

Yan Zong's departure also made Sanxiu feel a lot more relaxed. He really wanted that kid to get out of here as soon as possible so that he wouldn't get angry when he saw him.

"Didn't Master arrange for me to go up the mountain to collect herbs today?" Xiu Ming replied.

"It's noon now and she hasn't come back yet? She has been left outside in the wind and sun these days. Oh, as a master..." Sanxiu was stunned for a moment, then looked at the scorching sun outside and couldn't help feeling distressed. It was all the fault of that bad boy Yan Zong. If he hadn't stayed in the manor, why would he have to make his disciple suffer so much.

"Master, are you feeling distressed today?" Xiu Ming smiled helplessly. He didn't understand the arrangements made by his master for his junior sister these days. In this hot summer, his junior sister had to go out early and come back late. He also didn't understand why the master hid the prince in a secret room to recuperate.

Sanxiu rolled his eyes at this stupid disciple, said nothing, and went back to his room.

Yu Cheng parked the carriage outside the villa again. The imperial guards who were still stationed outside were all surprised to see the prince, but they quickly reacted and knelt down to pay their respects.

Yan Zongwei glanced coldly at the twenty or so imperial guards, then pulled out the long sword in Yu Cheng's hand, and a murderous look appeared all over his body. The imperial guards kneeling on the ground were frightened and looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what to do. Although they were ordered to protect Princess Zong, the person in front of them was Prince Zong. Should they stop him or not?

When the servants in the other courtyard saw the prince rushing in with a sword in his hand and full of murderous intent, they were so scared that they knelt on the ground and trembled. The whole courtyard was silent for a moment.

In the room on the second floor, Nan Rong Liangling, with her head wrapped in a cloth, had just finished her lunch with the help of her maid Buna. Her face was still pale and haggard due to excessive blood loss. When she was about to lie back on the bed to rest, the door was suddenly kicked open violently.

"Ah!" Seeing the prince holding a long sword outside the door, like a ghost from hell, Nan Rong Liang Ling screamed in fright again, then fell on the bed and almost fainted again.

"Prince Zong, the princess is still seriously injured, please..." Buna was frightened by Prince Zong's murderous aura and her face turned pale. She knelt at Yan Zong's feet and begged for mercy, but before she could finish her words, she was kicked away by him. After struggling for a long time, she endured the pain and wanted to stop him again, but was controlled by Yu Cheng.

"You...don't come over...what do you want to do? I am the princess of Guyun Kingdom...you can't kill me..." Seeing Yan Zong walking towards her step by step, Nan Rong Liangling was so scared that she shrank into the corner of the bed, crying with fear on her face. The wound on her head also split open, and blood overflowed from the white cloth wrapped around her.

"Hmph, Guyun Kingdom is a small border country. I have never taken it seriously, let alone a princess like you?" Yan Zong sneered, and the laugh was full of disdain and contempt.

"Prince...husband..."

"Shut up, you shameless whore, are you worthy?"

Nan Rong Liangling was almost in despair at this time. She looked pitiful and tried to please the other party, but she only aroused Yan Zong's even greater anger.

He raised his sword and pointed it at Nan Rongliangling's hand that had touched his vitals, and said in a cold voice: "Don't worry, for the sake of my father, I will not kill you today, but I will take this hand."

"Stop! Third brother, stop!" Just as Yan Zong raised his sword to chop at Nan Rong Liang Ling, Crown Prince Yan Qiao arrived in time and pulled Yan Zong back.

“Prince, save me…Prince, save me…” Seeing Yan Qiao, Nan Rong Liang Ling, who was huddled in the corner of the bed, hurriedly cried out in grief, asking for his help.

Yan Qiao disdained to pay any attention to Nan Rong Liang Ling and simply pulled the angry Yan Zong out of the room.

Yan Zong has always had a brotherly affection for his eldest brother, so the moment his brother Yan Qiao appeared, he knew that he would have to pay the debt for today first.