My old husband who can read minds

Chapter 175
"By the way, I have something urgent to do. I didn't have time to discuss it with Miss Cui Wu in advance, so I made my own decision. If there is any offense, please forgive Miss Cui Wu."

Jiang Chen suddenly bowed and apologized.

"I don't know what's the matter?"

"In order to save the girl's life, I had to lie to Yelu Tianqi, saying that you were my former sweetheart in Prince Yong's Mansion. Therefore, I hope you will suffer some injustice for the time being and act as a loving couple with me. "

Jiang Chen said without changing his expression, while Mrs. Cui was dumbfounded, with a light red cloud appearing on her usually cold face.

She looked away with some embarrassment, not knowing how to answer for a moment.

"Miss Cui Wu, please rest assured that everything is a temporary measure. I have no wrong thoughts about you. When things change, I will definitely find a way to restore your reputation."

Mrs. Cui thought for a moment and sighed softly, "Forget it, I know this is Mr. Jiang's good intentions. Compared with dozens of lives, reputation is nothing. And with my status, even if I survive, It will also be an embarrassing existence in the future.”

She raised her head, forced a smile and said: "Everything depends on Mr. Jiang's instructions. After all, I am still a person who is afraid of death and can't bear to leave my parents and relatives at home."

Jiang Chen's heart tingled slightly, "Who in this world is not greedy for life and afraid of death? If it weren't for our mother and son, Miss Cui Wu would not have married far away from Jiangdong. After encountering this difficulty, after all, I still owe you. "

Mrs. Cui pursed her lips and said calmly: "Everything I do is ordered by my grandfather. If Mr. Jiang really wants to repay his kindness, just live up to his grandfather's expectations. He has high hopes for you."

Jiang Chen's deep eyes flashed, "I still have some things to deal with. Miss Cui Wu, take your people and follow the people I arranged to leave the house. The person who took care of you was the one who followed me to Xirong. As a subordinate of your noble family, Miss Cui Wu can rest assured."

"Thank you very much." Ms. Cui stood up and bowed solemnly. Without Jiang Chen's help, she, Qing Dai and others would have ended up in the same fate today.

Mrs. Cui walked away neatly. She and the dozen or so maids who were dowry only packed some simple gold and silver items. Without disturbing the other courtyards, she quietly escaped from the corner door of Prince Yong's Mansion, and then got on Jiang Chen's car. The arranged carriage left Ling'an City, which was filled with war.

After watching Mr. Cui leave, Jiang Chen slowly walked back to the main hall. Wei Lin was no longer there, leaving King Yong with his back to the door, looking at a picture of mountains and rivers on the wall in a daze.

Jiang Chen walked to King Yong's side and admired the paintings with him. In the silence, he said in a deep voice, "It's a pity that the prince will never have the chance to realize the great ambition in his heart."

King Yong's eyes were no longer as arrogant as before, and he smiled slightly with vicissitudes of life: "I have never believed in fate in my life, but in the end, I still have to believe in fate."

He pointed to the sky, "God has never favored me. Every time I pass by that high position, I am really unwilling to do so."

"Your Majesty, it's time to accept your fate. Everything is just retribution." Jiang Chen said calmly.

King Yong turned around and stared at him, "What about you? Your father was supposed to be the son of destiny, but he was not destined to be the emperor. As his only heir, are you really indifferent to that chair? Are you willing to hand over the country that belongs to you and your son? Do you want to give in?"

Jiang Chen sneered, "Your Majesty is about to die and he still doesn't forget to provoke him. He is really obsessed with that position. It's a pity that I can't do what you want. This is not my ambition."

King Yong looked at him in disbelief, "How could there be a descendant of the royal family who doesn't covet that dragon chair?"

"Unfortunately, I, the young master whom you have guarded against like a thief since childhood, is the exception."

Jiang Chen's expression was indescribably sarcastic and playful, as if he was sarcastically sarcastic about the futility of King Yong's actions.

"Hahaha..." King Yong looked up to the sky and laughed, his smile full of sadness and regret, "It seems that I have once again tried to be smart and trapped myself in a cocoon. If I had known that you had no intention of taking this position, why would I have bothered to do so in vain all these years? Bad guy. Hahaha..."

Destiny is like a cycle.

At first, in order to seize the legitimate heir, he participated in the murder of the former prince, but he missed the throne; later, in order to unseat Emperor Qianyuan, he imprisoned Jiang's mother and son for many years, and tried to control Jiang Chen's life with poisonous means, but the result was He turned against his nephew, who was most likely to help him seize the throne, and once again missed the throne.And in all this, he didn't have to do anything, he just had to be kind to the father and son, and he might get what he wanted.

Jiang Chen looked at the collapsed man in front of him with pity, "Shi Ye, fate! My lord, you'd better accept your fate. You are destined to miss that position in this life."

King Yong smiled and suddenly roared like crazy, "I just don't accept it, I just don't accept it. After entering the emperor's house, who is willing to give up until the end? Once defeated, it will be the end of death, and the people behind it will be implicated There are more than tens of millions of human lives. I am fighting for myself and for them. Why is it wrong?"

Jiang Chen responded calmly, "The prince is not wrong, he is just a winner and a loser."

"The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit..." King Yong muttered absently: "That's true, it's just that I lost."

Smiling slumped, King Yong said with a sad expression, "Jiang Chen, you and I are uncles and nephews, and we should not have come to the point where we are now enemies. Whether you believe it or not, I have no intention of harming your mother. Her death, I The king also feels guilty."

Jiang Chen's expression suddenly turned sharp.

"You have no right to mention my mother. When you brought us mother and son into the house, even though you had other intentions, you still gave us mother and son a roof to cover their heads. I will always be grateful for this kindness. Even if you have been lying on my body for several years. I can tolerate the poison. I regard it as giving my life to repay you for taking care of our mother and son all these years. But you should never have thought about something that you shouldn't have. From that moment on, there is not a day that goes by that I don't think about it. I'll cut you into pieces."

Jiang Chen said word by word, with deep pain and hatred suppressed in his eyes.

King Yong's expression was complicated, and there was a trace of tears in his turbid eyes.

"I can't help her, but I don't regret it."

"Hey..." Jiang Chen suddenly pulled out the sword from his waist and pointed it directly at the front of King Yong, "Shut up!"

Jiang Chen was so angry that he was shaking all over. He wanted to chop the man in front of him into pieces to vent his hatred.

King Yong smiled with a relaxed expression, "I finally have one thing that is better than my brother-in-law, hahaha..."

Suddenly King Yong's laughter stopped abruptly. He looked down and saw a long sword passing through his chest, and the owner holding the sword was looking at him like a star, as if he were looking at a dead man.

"I have sworn that sooner or later I will kill you, a thief, and personally avenge my parents. Today is the day for your death, Wei Ding."

Jiang Chen twisted hard with his backhand, and the long sword shattered King Yong's heart and lungs. Under the huge pain, King Yong's eyes widened and he fell to the ground.

"Wei Ding, go in peace! Soon, I will ask your concubines and children to accompany you. You will not be alone on the road to hell."

Slowly pulling out the long sword, Jiang Chen's cold handsome face became increasingly blurry in King Yong's field of vision. He stretched out his hands to grab something, but his hands fell to the ground. His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and finally closed.

Jiang Chen stood on the spot holding the sword, and the blood dripped along the tip of the sword and wetted the upper of his shoes, but he seemed unaware.

After a long time, Jiang Chen let out an inaudible sigh, turned around and left.

The people of Ling'an will never forget this day. On the second day after the city was broken, the screams of fighting echoed in the sky above Yongwang Mansion, and it took a full day and night before they stopped.

Subsequently, a fire burned Prince Yong's Mansion to the ground. This behemoth that had dominated the Jiangdong territory for many years became an unspeakable past.

(End of this chapter)