After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Yuchi stared at Nan Baoyi and said in a cryptic voice: "In the eyes of my sister, am I such a villain?"

Nan Baoyi just cried.

She had been holding on for too long in the past few months. She was an enemy of the aristocratic family and a poor family. She wandered around the Kunning Palace as a craftsman and tried so hard to hide her pregnancy from everyone. Now after giving birth, her whole figure seemed to have collapsed. Every little thing It was enough to make her collapse.

What's more, what happened was the man she loved most in her life.

She let go of Yuchi's sleeves, staggered back to the bed, and cried under the quilt.

Yuchi stared at her.

Tears wet her crow-green temple hair, her thin shoulders trembled, her thin white hands tightly grasped the skirt of her clothes, and she vented all her grievances with shrill cries.

The lights are dim.

Seeing that something was wrong, the wet nurse quietly retreated with the child in her arms.

Yu Chi stepped forward slowly, about to put his hand on the girl's shoulder, but the moment his fingertips touched her, he slowly pulled back.

He smiled, but his eye circles were red: "When I went to Chang'an City, I fell in love with my sister at first sight... I knew that my sister had a beloved husband. After the initial sadness, I didn't continue to force her. Now my aunt died last year. At the end of the year, the only person I care about is my sister.

"But even so, I never thought about putting Xiao Daoyan to death. I made an agreement with him to fight for my sister's heart in an upright manner..."

Yuchi put the ginseng soup on the bedside.

The upper half of his face was hidden in the darkness. He curled his lips and laughed at himself: "Now it seems that I don't have to go to the battlefield anymore, and I know the result. I knew it a long time ago, I knew the result of forcing it a long time ago..."

Pale golden flames danced in his eyes, but they could not illuminate the deep and dark pupils.

The girl's crying continued, and it was heartbreaking to hear her all night long.

Yuchi raised his hand and rubbed his forehead, feeling a splitting headache from the crying.

He lost, defeated by Xiao Daoyan.

A complete defeat, with no chance of winning at all.

He sat on the edge of the couch and whispered: "What do you want from me so that my sister won't cry?"

Nan Baoyi raised her little face full of tears, choked with sobs and unable to speak, but her eyes were particularly stubborn: "You betrayed him... I want you to swear that you will not hurt his life in the future... swear to protect him..."

Yuchi was silent for a moment and whispered: "My sister knows that I am the son of the Yuchi family, but she still makes such a request to me... But my sister has never been willful and wild with me, how can I not accompany her to the end?

"Don't worry, sister, I will find a way to save him. If I, Yuchi Beichen, are lucky enough to take charge of Jiangnan in the future, I promise that the noble families in Jiangnan will bow to him, and the army in Jiangnan will never cross the border north of the Yangtze River."

After he finished speaking, there was bitterness between his lips and teeth.

Perhaps wanting to dispel the bitter taste, he grabbed a handful of candies from the fruit plate.

It was the sour green plum candy he sent a while ago for Nan Baoyi to relieve morning sickness.

He stuffed handfuls into his mouth and chewed them. Tears welled up in his eyes. His eyes were very red, but he smiled softly and said, "It's so sweet..."

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Water prison.

Xiao Yi's hands and feet were tied with iron chains and he was imprisoned at the bottom of the water prison.

The turbid sewage flooded his waist, his head hung down, and his chest was covered with fresh whip marks.

The candlelight was blown by the wind from deep underground, the iron chains hanging on the beams collided and made a slight sound, the black shadows of the torture instruments were mottled on the wall, and the eternal silence was particularly permeable.

He frowned.

In my ears, I heard the faint voices of arguments among my close aides:

"It's too risky! Since Miss Nan will be fine, why does Your Majesty need to go to Jiangnan in person? It's just to give birth to a child, and you can't help her give birth!"

"You are the emperor. It is risky enough for the emperor to lead a military expedition in person, let alone go deep into the enemy's belly!"

"You must not lose your sense of proportion just because of a woman!"

"..."

In the whispers, someone suddenly said:

"Go if you want."

Light and shadow shone in from outside the military tent.

The middle-aged man who spoke was sitting in the corner. His snow-white brocade clothes embroidered with pine and crane trees made him look like a tree in the wind. However, he had been suffering from long-term illnesses and looked sicker and paler.

He coughed and randomly placed a piece on the chessboard in front of him: "The time is coming, and her poison is about to start to take effect... If she is caught, Ayan can use the antidote as a bargaining chip to escape... Yuchi Changgong loves her to the core, In exchange, he'll let you go."

The whispers gradually faded away.

The little girl's cry suddenly sounded.

The tent was filled with the smell of blood. Nan Jiaojiao's face was pale, she cried and called him a bastard, and risked her life to give birth to a little princess for him...

"Second brother..."

She cried weakly, and her words hurt his heart.

Xiao Yi finally opened his eyes.

He slowly raised his head.

Hidden behind messy black hair, Danfeng's eyes were dark and deep, but they seemed to be awakened by his brother's voice, and burst out with a strange light.

He heard the sound of boots coming closer and closer.

The torches that poured in illuminated the entire water prison. The woman leading the prison was wearing a purple dress and a gold hairpin. Even though she was a defeated bandit who failed to seize power and escaped, she still looked as graceful and noble as before.

She admired Xiao Yi's desolation, lazily rolled up her sleeves, sat on the armchair brought by the attendant, and smiled: "Long time no see, Ayan. In the past, you were the king and I was the loser, but now it's reversed. I came to visit today because I want to repay Ayan for the grudge I made on the Golden Bird Stage."

Xiao Yi stared at her.

The thin lips covered with blood scabs raised an evil smile.

His voice was gentle: "Mother, do you think you won?"

Shen Jiang raised his eyebrows: "Isn't it? Three days later, there will be a banquet in Yuchi Mansion, and all the aristocratic families in Jiangzuo will come to watch A Yan's downfall, and they will all know that the original noble lord of the world is actually no different from a bereaved dog."

She lowered her head and took a sip of hot tea, her posture was leisurely and condescending.

Xiao Yi didn't feel the slightest sense of being a prisoner.

He stood in the water prison, his smile still spreading wildly: "The Queen Mother has abandoned the Imperial Brother and Qingyang, and she has also abandoned the Emperor."

Shen Jiang sneered: "Xiao Yu is just a dog raised by me, how can he be abandoned?"

"My father is also here for this imperial expedition." Xiao Yi said solemnly, "He also told me about a past incident involving my mother and queen in the south of the Yangtze River. At that time, you were captured by Yuchi Qinghuan, who loved to torture beauties. He fed you a poison that has no antidote. On every full moon night, you will experience heart-gnawing pain that penetrates your bones and makes you miserable. But since you returned to Chang'an, the poison has never occurred again. Mother, you are not surprised, who is taking care of your body?"

Shen Jiang's face was cold.

In the past, she was indeed fed poison by that bastard Yuchi Qinghuan...

Xiao Yu's pale face and his body, which was weakening over the years, flashed through his mind.

It is rumored that the Xiao family’s royal blood can cure hundreds of poisons. Could it be that these years...

The emperor would go to the queen's palace every full moon, and she would often drink a cup of Bizi soup afterwards. Thinking about it carefully, the soup seemed to be mixed with the smell of blood.

Shen Jiang's hand wearing a golden engraved armor tightened slightly unnaturally, and the azure tea cup was brought to his lips, but he also forgot to drink.

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