He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 238 The Marquis Has No Clever Heart 15

After the drizzle, the sand and gravel were damp, and the carriage was also damp.

Traveling in the rain is definitely not a pleasant experience.

Among those hurrying on their journeys were particularly weak and sick individuals.

Wen Yan wrapped herself in a thick blanket, nestled against the heater, and closed her eyes for a short rest. Liang Jinglan drove the car, occasionally lifting the curtain to glance at her.

It was like looking at a fragile treasure.

Wen Yan lifted her eyelids to look at him, and the mischievous look in her eyes made him blush and cough awkwardly.

Where are we?

"We've left Qianzhou."

Qianzhou is separated from the capital city by only a moat.

After traveling for half a month, she was finally almost there, her body feeling like it was about to break.

The people who came to meet them were very discreet; both of them changed into dark-colored guard uniforms before sneaking into the palace.

The man looked around, squatted down next to the inconspicuous dog hole, and clasped his hands together, chanting.

"Please, please, you must come."

A noise came from the dog hole, and the gentleman held his breath.

"Meow."

It's a black cat...

The gentleman looked dejected. Had something happened to them?

But then the black cat meowed a few times with remarkable intelligence, and two figures descended in front of them, casting a shadow.

The gentleman looked up.

It was Wen Yan's slightly narrowed eyes.

A clear, pleasant voice reached my ears: "Is the master waiting to see his disciple crawl through a dog hole?"

gentlemen:……

Turn sorrow into joy.

He now believed in his disciple's ability to manipulate people's minds, that he was born to be an official.

According to her, in just a few months, he rose to the rank of Hanlin Academician. The old emperor favored him greatly, calling him "my dear minister" all day long.

Although the old emperor's power had been dispersed and the princes were fighting over it, he was still the emperor, wasn't he?

Having controlled the court for many years, most of his trusted ministers were those who had fought alongside him to the top, yet he managed to snag the largest position.

Ignoring Wen Yan's slightly sarcastic tone, he used the momentum to stand up, only to remember that the old emperor was sickly and paralyzed on his dragon bed. He then resumed his anxious demeanor and pulled people towards the study.

This was his private area where he issued edicts and handled affairs; there were hardly any people there.

Wen Yan followed him inside, and Liang Jinglan followed behind, but was stopped: "Ahem, Lord Marquis, you stay outside and keep watch."

Liang Jinglan had just frowned when Wen Yan followed up with the second half of her sentence.

"And that other thing, only you can do it; I don't trust anyone else."

His brows relaxed completely before they were even fully furrowed.

He nodded with great certainty, as if he were shouldering a heavy responsibility. Wen Yan tiptoed and gently kissed his cheek, her smooth, jade-like fingers pinching his face.

She shouldn't let him hear about their discussions of murder and arson, as that would make her seem vicious.

Wen Yan's smile deepened, while the gentleman's eyes widened and his mouth could hardly close on its own.

His gaze lingered on the two of them, and he silently closed his stunned mouth.

He's only been in the capital for a few months, what has happened so quickly?

Who can tell him?!

"Aren't you coming in, sir?"

Wen Yan stepped into the room and saw that he was still standing there in a daze, so she turned her head and asked.

The man snapped out of his daze, hurriedly followed him inside, and closed the door.

As if suddenly realizing the urgency of the situation: "What should we do, Your Majesty! The Emperor has fallen ill, and the princes have already begun their actions..."

He had so much to say, and he rattled off a string of words, but Wen Yan calmly sipped her tea and even had the leisure to pour him a cup.

"Sir, here, have some to soothe your throat."

Sir: Was his tense, alarmed act just for show?

However, after talking for so long, I was indeed thirsty, so I took the tea and took a sip.

Wen Yan took out a porcelain bottle, placed it on the table, and said with a smile, "It's not a big deal. Just find an opportunity to give the antidote to the emperor."

puff!

He spat out all the tea he hadn't swallowed, and the man was stunned.

"An antidote...? The emperor has been poisoned?"

Wen Yan nodded calmly, "Yes."

"how do you know?"

Wen Yan: "I had someone else do it."

The half-cup of tea was shaken a few times, almost spilling, and the gentleman asked incredulously, "Why did you poison the emperor?"

"Hiss, it's not exactly me. The Fourth Prince took half, and you took the other half."

The man's legs went weak: "Is there any for me?"

"Correct."

The man felt his vision go black, and he wanted to ask her when he had poisoned her.

Wen Yan asked in confusion, "Didn't I give you a pill?"

The man remembered that life-saving pill…

He thought the pill was only meant to prolong his life.

"That fourth prince..."

Wen Yan looked at her husband, her eyes clearly saying, "You don't even know this?"

She kindly reminded him, "Sir, when I was a spy for the Xiongnu, I also infiltrated the Fourth Prince's ranks. Don't you remember?"

Sir: ...I do remember, but...but...

Why did you poison the emperor?

“Injustice,” Wen Yan strongly disagreed with this statement: “I was saving him.”

Should I...save them?

The gentleman was speechless for a moment.

Wen Yan sighed and explained in detail: "Several princes were plotting to harm the Emperor. I simply turned the tables on them and found their weakness."

"But I poisoned it..."

"Shh." Wen Yan put her index finger to her lips, her eyes narrowing slightly. "How could we poison him? We're the heroes who saved the emperor!"

Her expression was meaningful, her deep eyes were dark and unfathomable, and the curve of her lips was just right.

The man suddenly swallowed.

He had the illusion that she was his teacher and he was his student.

"It's better to sing this show if I'm here."

It had just rained in early spring, and the air was damp and cold. The stove in the professor's study had not yet been lit.

Wen Yan's throat was a little itchy, so she coughed a few times. Just as her husband was about to take a blanket to put on her, the door suddenly opened.

Liang Jinglan rushed in, draped a thick coat over her shoulders, and carried a small hand warmer in his hand.

The man clutched the thin blanket: ...

Have I been speechless a lot today?

And nephew, why are you so nervous? Didn't you see your good brother Yuanjun smiling so much that his eyes were practically slits?

Cunning and treacherous.

Liang Jinglan didn't think much of it, but he was a little at a loss because of the way the teacher looked at him. However, Wen Yan was indeed suffering from the illness (in his opinion) and was too weak (in his opinion).

What's wrong with him being protective?

The more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed. He wished he would never have to walk on Wenyan Road again, and could just go wherever he wanted or do whatever he wanted.

The man looked left and right, and finally draped the blanket over his lap.

Inside the Yangxin Hall.

The old emperor's eyes were vacant, and his body was limp like a puddle of water on the bed, his vitality visibly fading away.

He was very tired, but he couldn't sleep. He knew that if he fell asleep, he might never wake up again.

He was unwilling to give up, and kept his eyes wide open as he endured the pain.

A noise came from behind the screen; someone had entered, but he couldn't move his head.

"Your Majesty, I am late in coming to your rescue."

It was an unfamiliar voice, clear and gentle, which made people feel at ease.

who is it?

Did they come to save him?

The emperor opened his eyes wide, straining to turn them to the side. He saw his beloved minister, and a look of pure joy instantly popped out!

He spoke silently: My dear minister!

With tears in his eyes, the gentleman hurriedly stepped forward and knelt before the bed. Wen Yan then took advantage of the moment he opened his mouth to throw the antidote into his mouth, and poured him a cup of tea, which she then fed to him.

The man's hands were trembling.

On one hand, there was guilt; on the other, disbelief.

He racked his brains but couldn't even get a glimpse of the emperor, so how come Wen Yan was as relaxed as if she were at home?

Wen Yan quickly answered his question.

After taking the medicine, the emperor quickly regained his strength. The doctor helped him sit up, and he looked back, his voice extremely weak: "Where are my guards?"

"The Marquis has been drugged and dragged away."

emperor:……

gentlemen:!!!

Is it really that simple and crude?

They thought they had overcome numerous obstacles and used every means possible to sneak in during the personnel change.

"Does Your Majesty know who is behind this?" Wen Yan quickly changed the subject.

These words immediately ignited the emperor's fury. He spoke each word slowly and deliberately, his face extremely grim:

"It's the fourth brother."