mtl008 Chapter 1123 It's nothing, just a minor injury.
Chapter 1123 It's nothing, just a minor injury.
When Lin Zhen appeared at the entrance of the Suzhou inn, it was already dusk of the next day.
He was travel-worn and covered in blood, looking like a demon who had just crawled out of hell.
But when he saw that familiar figure standing at the door, anxiously looking out, his eyes were instantly filled with endless tenderness.
Murong Yan also saw him.
The moment she saw him, her heart, which had been hanging in suspense for two days and two nights, finally settled completely.
She disregarded everything else, lifting the hem of her elaborate dress, and ran towards him without a care in the world.
She was still only wearing the Phoenix Descent Dress, which served as her only nightgown. Without the embroidered robe to complement it, she appeared even more relaxed and gentle, like a woman at home.
The deep black Suzhou brocade base material, under the afterglow of the setting sun, presents a velvety texture.
The golden cotton velvet woven into it, and the giant phoenix embroidered with real gold thread, flow with a restrained and gentle radiance under the warm light.
Because of her reckless running, the five-zhang-long dark gold brocade train was whipped up into a huge and chaotic wave behind her!
As the train billowed up, it revealed the intricately woven gold-threaded lining underneath!
Bathed in the warm golden light of the setting sun, that golden light was no longer majestic, no longer murderous, and no longer anxious. Instead, it burst forth with a kind of light that was as warm and dazzling as a weary bird returning to its forest or a traveler returning home, filled with endless joy and peace of mind!
The phoenix burst forth with a radiant glow of boundless joy and elation, as if it had finally awaited the return of its beloved!
That light was filled with the joy of reunion, the ease of being relieved of burdens, and the warmth and peace of home that kept all the storms out.
The hem of her skirt fell, obscuring the warm, joyful golden light.
She had already buried her face in his arms.
"Husband!"
She held him tightly, burying her face deeply in his chest, which smelled of blood and dust, as if she wanted to melt her whole being into his body.
"I'm back, Yan'er." Lin Zhen hugged her tightly back, and he could feel the person in his arms trembling slightly.
He lowered his head and kissed the top of her head, which smelled of orchids, his voice hoarse.
He wanted to say, "I'm sorry for making you worry," but he knew that any words would seem so pale and powerless at this moment.
He could only use all his strength to hold her, to let her feel his heartbeat, to let her feel his presence.
After a long while, Murong Yan slowly raised her head from his embrace.
Her eyes were red, and tears still clung to her face.
Her gaze fell on Lin Zhen's wrist, which was haphazardly wrapped in strips of cloth.
The dried bloodstains on it had soaked through the strips of cloth, revealing a shocking dark red color.
Her heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by a large hand, the pain almost suffocating her.
"Your hands..." Her voice was trembling.
Lin Zhen instinctively tried to hide her hands behind her back.
"It's okay, just a minor injury."
"You still want to lie to me!" Murong Yan's tears could no longer be held back and streamed down her face.
She grabbed his injured hand and carefully untied the strip of cloth that was already soaked in blood.
A deep, gruesome wound, revealing the bone, suddenly appeared before her eyes!
This is no minor injury!
This was clearly a fatal blow!
She could even imagine how much force he had used to cut his wrist!
"You fool! You're the biggest fool in the world!" She held his injured hand, sobbing uncontrollably. "Why? Why did you use your own blood? That traitor Li Xian deserves to die! Why did you..."
She could no longer speak.
All she knew was that her heart ached terribly.
Lin Zhen felt both heartache and helplessness as she looked at her tear-streaked face.
He reached out his other, uninjured hand and gently wiped away the tears from her face.
"Silly girl, why are you crying?" His voice was so gentle it could melt your heart. "Didn't I say? My Great Qian's land and its people don't need to be saved by the blood of a remnant of the previous dynasty. If blood is needed, then it should be my blood, Lin Zhen's blood."
“I am your husband, the regent of this country. Protecting you and protecting this country is my responsibility.”
He looked into her eyes and said, word by word, "Yan'er, as long as it puts you at ease and brings peace to this country, I would give up anything, even my life, let alone a hand."
"Don't talk nonsense!" Murong Yan cried and covered his mouth again.
Lin Zhen smiled, took her hand, and pulled her into the room.
"Okay, stop crying. If you keep crying, you'll look like a little kitten."
He pressed her down into a chair, then took out Kong Zhiqian's diary and the batch of seized antidote products from his pocket.
"Look, this is our spoils of war."
Murong Yan took the diary and the antidote, and her emotions gradually calmed down.
She first carefully examined the antidotes, and only after confirming that they were correct did she hand them over to Du Ruhui, who was already waiting nearby.
"Prime Minister Du, distribute these antidotes immediately! Prioritize those in Yangzhou first! Also, have the Imperial Medical Academy immediately replicate the medicine according to the prescription!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!" Du Ruhui accepted the order and hurriedly withdrew.
Then, Murong Yan turned her gaze to the seemingly ordinary diary.
She turned to the first page.
When she saw the crazy and vicious thoughts that Kong Zhiqian had recorded in his diary, and the so-called "nihilistic party," her face instantly turned cold.
When she saw that Kong Zhiqian actually wanted to use her blood as the antidote, forcing her into a dilemma, she was so angry that she trembled all over!
"That beast! He deserved to die!" She slammed the diary shut, her eyes filled with murderous intent.
Lin Zhen gently pulled her into his arms and softly comforted her, "Alright, don't be angry. It's not worth getting angry over a dead man. Although he's dead, his disciples and followers are still alive and well. Our next task is to drag out these rats hiding in the gutter, one by one, and crush them to death!"
Murong Yan leaned against him and nodded.
She knew Lin Zhen was right.
The real battle is not over yet.
"My lord, what should we do next?" she asked.
“Let’s turn the tables on him.” A cold glint flashed in Lin Zhen’s eyes. “Kong Zhiqian’s ‘Nihilism Party,’ though secretive, is not without traces. His diary mentions the names and strongholds of several core members. Let’s start from there.”
He paused, a cold smile curving his lips: "Moreover, we have an ace up our sleeve."
"An ace?" Murong Yan asked, somewhat puzzled.
“Zhang Dehai,” Lin Zhen said calmly, “that dog will do anything to survive. Let’s make him the bait to lure the snake out of its hole.”
He looked at Murong Yan, his eyes deepening: "Yan'er, I plan to hold a public trial in Suzhou for those Jiangnan aristocratic families we've captured. I want the people of the whole world to see what the consequences are for betraying the Great Qian. At the same time, I also want to use this opportunity to lure out all the remaining 'Nihilistic Party' members who are still hiding in the shadows!"
"A public trial?" Murong Yan's eyes lit up.
She instantly understood Lin Zhen's intention.
This is a calculated move!
A single move is enough to force all enemies into the open – a brilliant strategy!