How to Deal with Having the Villainous Tyrant’s Child Chapter 133

Chapter 133

In the western frontier, Yuwen Min looked at the Western Fan King and asked, “The carrier pigeon has been sent, right?”

The Western Fan King nodded and said, “Rest assured. Since I agreed to cooperate, I will not go back on my word. Meimei is in your hands—you needn’t doubt anything further.”

Yuwen Min said, “That’s strange. I thought you wouldn’t care about his life or death.”

The Western Fan King looked at Yuwen Min and said, “He is my only remaining family. As a king, I should not hand others leverage, and I should not care about his life or death. But I can’t do that. So I am destined never to become the overlord of the Western Regions.”

Yuwen Min glanced at the Western Fan King and said, “There should never have been an overlord in the Western Regions to begin with.”

Such a barren land—he truly did not understand what there was to fight over.

If it could be incorporated into Great Zhao, allowing the people to eat their fill and keep warm, and letting future generations read books and practice martial arts, that would clearly be a good thing.

But those so-called overlords would never be willing to see that happen, because what overlords wanted most was their own benefit.

The next day, an imperial edict marked “eight hundred li urgent” was issued, ordering that the bodies of Yuwen Min and Lu Xuzhi be transported back.

The two charred corpses were placed into coffins, and military authority was transferred to Rong Zhengwei.

The entire Western Regions had already been beaten into a scattered mess by Yuwen Min and Lu Xuzhi, and Rong Zhengwei’s cleanup proceeded fairly steadily.

Only his expression carried a trace of deliberate ingratiation as he lingered stubbornly in the mountain cave where Yuwen Min and Lu Xuzhi were hiding, unwilling to leave.

Yuwen Min asked, “Does Uncle still have something else?”

In private, Yuwen Min had always shown great respect toward the elders on his mother consort’s side.

Rong Zhengwei smiled awkwardly, stepped forward, and said, “Wang Ye… well… this… that… the thousand-mile eyes in your possession—do you still need it?”

Yuwen Min lowered his hand, removed the wood-patterned thousand-mile eyes hanging at his waist, and asked, “Oh? Uncle wants this item?”

Rong Zhengwei chuckled and said, “Ah! I know this thing isn’t cheap, but… well… you see, Wang Ye, when marching and fighting wars, one can’t avoid scouting enemy conditions. With the thousand-mile eyes, it really does resolve a lot of unnecessary trouble!”

Although he was very reluctant—because this thousand-mile eyes had been personally crafted by Lu Hanzhi—Yuwen Min knew that the western frontier truly needed it at this moment.

Thus, Yuwen Min handed the thousand-mile eyes to Rong Zhengwei and said, “Uncle may take it.”

Rong Zhengwei was overjoyed and said, “Ah, many thanks, Wang Ye! Speaking of which, our Prince An’s Wang Fei truly is extraordinarily talented. This object is so miraculous, yet he simply made it as soon as he said he would. Wang Ye truly has great fortune—your road ahead will likely stretch even farther.”

Rong Zhengwei’s words carried hidden meaning and also expressed the Rong family’s stance.

As long as Yuwen Min harbored the intent to rebel, the Rong family’s million-strong army would follow him without hesitation.

It was no wonder Yuwen Mingji guarded against Yuwen Min at every turn—indeed, the strength backing Yuwen Min was far too formidable.

After thinking for a moment, Yuwen Min said to Rong Zhengwei, “Uncles’ goodwill, Ah Min accepts. As long as you guard Great Zhao’s borders well, that will be the greatest help you can give Ah Min.”

As Lu Hanzhi had said, plotting for control of the court and usurping the throne were fundamentally different matters.

To usurp the throne, one had to fight—blood would flow like rivers, countless would die, and endless lives would be ruined.

In his previous life, Yuwen Min had carved out a path of blood like this, but it had caused the bloodlust curse within him to grow increasingly uncontrollable, until he was ultimately devoured by it.

In this life, he wanted to proceed slowly as Lu Hanzhi had suggested, plotting his way into control of the court.

Great Zhao could not descend into chaos—only then would the economic lifelines that Hanzhi had so carefully laid out remain intact.

He wanted to give Hanzhi, Ah Chan, and their Ah Shu a Great Zhao of clear rivers and peaceful seas.

Ben Sha stood ready with a fine brown steed. Lu Xuzhi held the reins and waited outside. Seeing Yuwen Min emerge, he said, “Riding at full speed, one could reach the capital in four days. Ben Sha goes without saying, and this one is also an exceptional horse from the camp.”

Yuwen Min nodded, swung himself onto Ben Sha, and galloped wildly toward the capital.

The capital, Prince Min’s residence.

After Yuwen Mingji received news of Yuwen Min and Lu Xuzhi’s deaths in battle, he was overjoyed.

After laughing wildly for a moment, he shouted loudly, “Someone! Bring wine!”

Someone behind him brought the wine forward and asked warmly, “Why is Imperial Uncle so happy?”

Yuwen Mingji suddenly turned around. When he saw the delicate, beautiful young woman dressed in a light yellow robe, the joy in Yuwen Mingji’s eyes grew even stronger.

He stepped forward and pulled the beauty into his arms, asking, “Wan’er? Why did you come here?”

The person who had arrived was none other than Su Wan’ning. As soon as she saw Yuwen Mingji about to touch her again, she immediately struggled and pushed him away. “Imperial Uncle, don’t… you and I… we truly should not be like this.”

Yuwen Mingji burst into wild laughter. “What is there to be afraid of? What does Wan’er still have to fear? Yuwen Min is already dead. Among the remaining princes, who else can be my opponent? The Crown Prince? With his lukewarm, indecisive temperament, I would never take him seriously!”

Tears welled up in Su Wan’ning’s eyes as she shook her head. “Imperial Uncle, please don’t speak of him like that. He is, after all, the one I deeply love.”

Jealous fire flared in Yuwen Mingji’s eyes as he said, “What is so good about him? What makes him worthy of your deep love? Wan’er, have I treated you badly? I am willing to share this empire with you, give you all the glory and wealth, pamper you for a lifetime—wouldn’t that be good?”

As he spoke, Yuwen Mingji pulled Su Wan’ning back into his arms again and lowered his head, intending to kiss her.

The petite beauty struggled half-heartedly in his embrace, her resistance only making Yuwen Mingji’s heart itch unbearably and further stirring his desire to conquer.

As a result, the fine yellow robe was torn to shreds by Yuwen Mingji.

Soon after, obscene laughter echoed from Yuwen Mingji’s chamber. Su Wan’ning, crying like pear blossoms in the rain, only made him love her to the bone.

Some men simply delighted in the pleasure of coercion.

It was not until evening that Su Wan’ning finally returned to the Crown Prince’s residence.

With spring warmth and blooming flowers, the Crown Prince’s residence was likewise filled with vibrant blossoms.

Princess Zhaoyun was still in confinement after childbirth and could not go outside to catch the wind, so she instructed her personal maid, Feixu, to pick some peonies to decorate the room.

While the maid was picking peonies in the back courtyard, she saw Su Wan’ning from afar, dressed in a white robe, returning to the Crown Prince’s residence through the back yard.

Her personal maid followed beside her, yet there were faint red marks visible on her neck.

Su Wan’ning and the Crown Prince shared frequent intimate relations, so this in itself was nothing unusual—however…

Confusion was written all over Feixu’s face, so much so that she nearly knocked over the vase while arranging the flowers.

Zhaoyun noticed her distraction and asked, “Feixu, what’s wrong? Why are you so absent-minded?”

Nearby, Wet Nurse Liu was soothing Yuwen Dongliu in his cradle, while Zhaoyun herself was embroidering cross-stitch.

Feixu replied, “It’s nothing much, just… earlier I saw Side Consort Wan return with her maid. When she left, she was clearly wearing a yellow robe, but when she came back, she had changed into white. Could it be that she even changed clothes just from going out once?”

Zhaoyun stopped her embroidery and said, “What?”

Feixu was about to continue, but Wet Nurse Liu spoke up first. “Princess, you have already been embroidering for the time it takes two sticks of incense to burn.”

Zhaoyun’s attention was drawn back as she said, “Ah… already so long? I’ve only finished two small sections.”

Wet Nurse Liu said kindly, “Princess is still in confinement and should not be overexerting herself.”

Zhaoyun could only put away her embroidery and lie back down on the bed.

Wet Nurse Liu carried Dongliu over and placed him beside Zhaoyun.

Ever since she had begun embroidering cross-stitch, Princess Zhaoyun’s mood had indeed relaxed considerably.

This child seemed to be showered with boundless favor, yet in truth his fate was quite fragile.

He had been born lacking the metal element among the five elements, destined neither to starve nor to thrive greatly.

Zhaoyun did not hope for him to become immensely rich or powerful—she only wished for him to live a peaceful, happy life.

Wet Nurse Liu said, “It’s better that we interfere as little as possible with matters of the Ningxiang Pavilion. If we attract trouble because of it, we might end up implicating Prince Qimian instead.”

The Emperor had been impartial, granting both imperial grandsons the title of commandery prince—one was Prince Qinxiao, and the other Prince Qimian.

Yet some people made much of these titles: Qin signifying valor, Qi signifying diligence.

This implied that, deep down, the Emperor believed the Crown Prince’s residence was not as valiant and battle-ready as Prince An’s residence.

The Emperor expressed that he truly had no other intention and had simply arranged the names in order.

Princess Zhaoyun nodded. She was quite content to remain in her Yunqi Hall, quietly embroidering her cross-stitch.

The grand prosperity depicted in Qingming Shanghe Map filled her with longing, yet unfortunately, although Great Zhao was a vast and powerful nation, it had never achieved such flourishing splendor.

When would these people stop scheming over the throne and allow Great Zhao to resemble the scene stitched in that painting?

Look at those pavilions and towers—they were clearly ordinary commoners’ homes.

There were even women and children openly playing in the streets, without concern for worldly judgment, without needing to veil their faces or ride in covered sedans.

Such open-minded customs truly made one yearn for them.

Zhaoyun sighed softly and asked, “Wet Nurse Liu, has the Empress Dowager allowed Young Master Lu to leave the palace yet?”

Wet Nurse Liu hesitated to speak. Princess Zhaoyun, being in confinement, did not know the news outside, nor did she know of the widely spread rumors in the capital that Yuwen Min and Lu Xuzhi had died in battle.

She only shook her head and said, “It’s already late today. I’ll personally go ask tomorrow.”

Zhaoyun did not think further about it and lay down to sleep.

These past two days, Lu Hanzhi had been busy arranging defensive measures within the residence. As dawn broke again today, Lu Hanzhi made another trip to the estate.

Ah Chan insisted on following him. With no other choice, Lu Hanzhi let him get into the carriage.

Since Ah Chan was going along, Xiao Liuzi naturally stayed close to protect them.

The three of them, along with a squad of personal guards, went to the southern outskirts.

Before leaving, Lu Hanzhi had ordered a workshop to refine fierce fire oil day and night.

It was better to be prepared, just in case.

Although fierce fire oil could not be used within the capital, as it might harm innocent people.

Prince Chu truly could not move around much anymore—he might go into labor at any moment.

Even so, he still wanted to stabilize the pregnancy a bit longer. He wanted to wait for Lu Xuzhi to return.

If Lu Xuzhi could not see him give birth, it would be a great regret for him.

Fortunately, everything with the fetus was fine. The little one was extremely lively, constantly kicking inside his belly.

Prince Chu’s constitution was also strong; after all, he had trained in martial arts alongside the imperial princes since childhood.

When the group arrived at the estate, Lu Hanzhi told Xiao Liuzi and Ah Chan to play around there, while he himself went to the place where the fierce fire oil was being refined.

With such a large oil field, using it only to manufacture fierce fire oil containers was truly a waste.

But with current technology, he could only manage these things; anything more would not be realistic.

Unless the store granted him more forging schematics, or he had the ability to redeem the hot weapons himself.

Hot weapons?

Lu Hanzhi’s eyes blinged brightly—why hadn’t he thought of this sooner?

He still had a fair amount of redemption points in hand. Adding them all together, surely it would be enough to redeem a pistol, right?

Moreover, he had a half-price coupon. If that wasn’t enough, he could just take another mission and see if he could complete it in the next couple of days.

Thinking of this, Lu Hanzhi immediately returned to his room, planning to browse the store.

With a pistol for self-defense, he would probably feel a lot safer.

After Lu Hanzhi went back to his room, Xiao Liuzi took Ah Chan out into the courtyard to play hide-and-seek.

In a side room, Zhong Yao stood by the window, looking at the child who was already seven years old.

His heart raced with excitement, almost bursting with emotion.

Six years had passed, and finally he could see you again, my child, my… Ah Yao!

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