20demayo Chapter 238 The past is gone, back to the North Sea
Chapter 238 The past is gone, back to the North Sea
Chi Qili saw Ling Wuye’s face full of murderous intent and shook his head desperately. Because his mouth was blocked, he could only make a whimpering sound and was extremely scared.
Ling Wuye didn't want to listen to her explanation at all. He directly drew the sword from his waist and pierced Chi Qili's heart.
His hands were covered in blood, and he had long been accustomed to blood.
Ling Wuye didn't want to leave any hidden dangers for Qingqing.
He could only feel at ease after killing Chi Qili, who had a vengeful heart.
"Throw it to the mass grave and feed it to the dogs." Ling Wuye wiped the blood off the sword and said coldly.
"Yes." The maid seemed to be used to it and dragged Chi Qili out skillfully.
Poor Chi Qili, the plan had just taken shape and he died before he could implement it.
After dealing with Chi Qili, Ling Wuye took off his bloodstained clothes, changed into clean clothes, and then went to see Wen Shu.
Wen Shu was sitting quietly in front of the window at this time, his cheek supported by his hands, looking at the pot of jasmine in front of him in fascination.
"Ashu." Ling Wuye pushed the door open and called softly.
Hearing the familiar voice, Wen Shu raised his head and looked at Ling Wuye who had changed his clothes. "Is he dead?"
Ling Wuye nodded, "Dead."
After spending so many years together, Wen Shu knows Ling Wuye too well.
Whenever he killed someone, he would change his clothes before coming to see me in order to prevent me from smelling the blood.
Wen Shu stopped talking, turned his eyes away, and shifted his gaze to the pot of jasmine flowers.
"Ah Shu, I..." Ling Wuye looked at the quiet Wen Shu, feeling a little flustered.
"You..., are you still willing to accept me like this?" Ling Wuye lowered his head, like a child who had made a mistake, rubbing the corner of his clothes with his fingers, at a loss.
"Ling Wuye, do you still remember this pot of jasmine?" Wen Shu picked a white jasmine flower from it, slowly stood up and looked out the window.
"Remember." Ling Wuye said softly, "I am giving you jasmine to persuade you not to leave. This is the jasmine flower you found for me on my birthday."
"I remember that Ah Shu personally made longevity noodles for me one night." Ling Wuye recalled the scene on his birthday night, with a sweet smile on his lips.
Over the years, every time it was his birthday, A Shu would send him jasmine flowers and make longevity noodles for him without fail.
The court of Southern Xinjiang is full of intrigues and deceptions, and only in the Prime Minister's Mansion can he feel the warmest true love.
"Ling Wuye, I'm very lucky." Wen Shu raised his hand and put the jasmine flower to his nose, gently sniffing the fragrance.
"It wasn't me who met you first." Wen Shu thought of the girl who was as lively as the sun in Ling Wuye's words, "If the person I love suddenly disappeared without any news, and I was stuck in the mud, waiting for half my life, I wouldn't do better than Song Lan."
"Su Yueqing must have suffered a lot." Wen Shu said in a gentle voice, "Mother died young, father didn't love her, and she must have suffered a lot alone for so many years."
"Ling Wuye, I want to see her, please come with me." Wen Shu put the jasmine flowers in his hand back into the pot and stuck them into the soil.
"Don't worry, I'll visit her in the name of the Prime Minister's wife, and she will meet me."
Ling Wuye sent a grateful look to Wen Shu. He wanted to see Qingqing, but Qingqing didn't seem to want to see him.
All the invitations he sent were returned by Qingqing.
Although he was the prime minister, second only to the emperor, he did not dare to disturb Qingqing rashly.
Ling Wuye and Wen Shu packed up for a while, put on their gifts, got on the carriage, and went directly to the restaurant where Su Yueqing lived.
"Princess, the Prime Minister's carriage is outside the door." Bai Shao came in and reported, "The Prime Minister's wife wants to see you."
"The Prime Minister is here too."
Su Yueqing was a little shocked. She had heard that the prime minister's wife was gentle, virtuous, and a kind person, and the people of southern Xinjiang all praised her.
"Please ask them to come in and talk." Su Yueqing said. She didn't know why the Prime Minister's wife wanted to see her, nor did she know whether this Prime Minister's wife, who was known as a living Bodhisattva, was really as friendly as the rumors said.
Xiao Mochen sat next to Su Yueqing and gently held her hand.
If the prime minister's wife said something unpleasant and irritated Qingqing, Xiao Mochen would not show mercy.
After a while, footsteps were heard outside the restaurant's wing. As the door of the wing was opened, Su Yueqing looked up and saw a beautiful woman in front of him.
Behind the beautiful woman, followed Ling Wuye.
"Greetings, Madam Prime Minister." Su Yueqing stood up and said politely.
After all, in southern Xinjiang, Bai Yuwei’s governance of southern Xinjiang in the future will require the help of Ling Wuye and his wife, and she is willing to maintain this superficial harmony.
"I wonder what the Prime Minister's wife is here for?" Su Yueqing asked directly. She hated beating around the bush the most.
There was a lot of buzz about what happened at the court this morning. I'm sure the Prime Minister's wife knows everything.
I just don't know what her purpose is for coming here.
If an ordinary person knew that his husband had a daughter out of nowhere, he would probably be furious and hate her to the core.
"I want to see you." Wen Shu did not beat around the bush, his voice was soft, "I also want to say sorry to you."
Wen Shu's tone was sincere, without any calculation, "I'm sorry."
"You have suffered for so many years." Wen Shu's eyes were filled with guilt. "If it weren't for me, Ling Wuye might have remembered it a long time ago, and you and your mother wouldn't have..."
Wen Shu didn't finish his words, but he expressed what he wanted to say.
Su Yueqing was a little surprised. She didn't expect that the Prime Minister's wife came specifically to apologize to her.
Moreover, it was sincere and she didn't sense any hypocrisy.
"Why are you telling me this, Madam Prime Minister? It's him who let my mother down, not you." Su Yueqing looked at Ling Wuye.
"Besides, my mother has passed away. No matter what I say or do now, it will be useless." Su Yueqing did not want to have anything to do with Ling Wuye and his wife. She said politely and distantly, "I am only Su Yueqing, the regent princess of Beiming."
"I don't want to get involved in your affairs." Su Yueqing said seriously: "I don't have a father, I don't need compensation, and I won't accept it."
"If the Prime Minister and his wife have nothing else to do, I'm sorry I won't see you off." Su Yueqing ordered them to leave.
She could feel the other party's sincerity and kindness, but she was not qualified to make decisions for Song Lan and the original owner.
Moreover, she didn't think that Ling Wuye deserved to be forgiven.
No matter what the reason, hurt is hurt. What's the point of apologizing?
"My dear..." Ling Wuye was interrupted by Su Yueqing just as he opened his mouth.
"If you are truly ashamed, Prime Minister, then you should assist Bai Yuwei and uphold the alliance." Su Yueqing said, "It is a blessing for the people that the two countries are on good terms."
Ling Wuye wanted to say something, but Wen Shu stopped him, "Let's go."
"Wait a moment," Su Yueqing looked at their backs and said, "The past is gone, I hope you two will cherish the people in front of you."
Ling Wuye and Wen Shu were stunned for a moment, looked at each other, and then looked at Su Yueqing with gratitude in their eyes.
"Bai Shao, please show the guest out." Su Yueqing didn't say anything else. She was already very magnanimous to say this.
After seeing off Ling Wuye and his wife, Su Yueqing finally put her mind at ease. The affairs in Southern Xinjiang were finally over.
In the next few days, Su Yueqing and his party took a brief tour of Southern Xinjiang and then prepared to set off back to Beiming.
When they were about to leave, Bai Yuwei came specially to see them off.
Because of Qingqing, the revenge plan that originally took her several years to plan was completed in one day.
Bai Yuwei became the Saint of Southern Xinjiang. With the help of Ling Wuye, the first thing she did was to overturn the entire Bai Mansion and make everyone get the retribution they deserved.
"My dear, have a safe journey. If you need me to do anything in Southern Xinjiang in the future, I will definitely do my best to help you." Bai Yuwei said seriously.
"Okay!" Su Yueqing said readily.
Ling Wuye and Wen Shu also came, but they did not show up in person. Instead, they quietly watched Su Yueqing and the others from the city wall.
Since Qingqing doesn't want to, they won't disturb her life, they just need to support her silently behind the scenes.
"Let's go back, we are going back to Beiming!" Su Yueqing waved to Bai Yuwei, and also waved towards the city wall.