Chapter 137 Si Yuan Must Die

Yan Qing walked into the Qihuang Palace and sat down on the brocade couch in front of the window. He raised his hand to support his forehead and said in an indistinguishable tone: "What do you think of the sudden arrival of the director of the Imperial Observatory?"

Langya and Lu Ming heard Yan Qing's words as soon as they stepped into the threshold, and they were silent for a moment.

"Si Yuan should have no ill intentions in coming this time. After all, even if he knows the future, he should know that entering Suzaku City alone means great danger." Langya guessed, "Could it be that he found out that he made a wrong divination?"

Lu Ming was puzzled: "If the divination is wrong, you can just say it directly, why talk to Lord Wen first?"

Yan Qing thought for a while: "Maybe Wen Jin is prettier than you?"

Langya: "..."

Lu Ming: "..."

His Highness is still in the mood to laugh and joke, it seems that he is not affected at all.

Yan Qing's mood is not completely unaffected.

She actually had this question in her mind, but...Yan Qing turned her head and looked out the window, and a dark color appeared in her eyes.

The director of the Imperial Observatory should have come to her, and he apologized as soon as he opened his mouth. Could it prove that his previous prediction was indeed false? In her previous life, she had never seen this director until she died, but in this life, he came to Suzaku City in person?

What prompted him to come on his own initiative? Did he predict what she had experienced in her past and present lives?

But why did he talk to Wen Jin first?

As the chief minister of Dayong, Wen Jin had a higher official position, but he had nothing to do with the Imperial Observatory, except that he had the same rebirth experience as her...

No.

Yan Qing had a flash of inspiration in her mind. For some reason, she suddenly thought of Wen Jin's life secret that had not been found out so far. A strange feeling passed through her heart, and she almost stood up from the couch immediately.

Lu Ming looked at her in surprise: "Your Highness?"

Yan Qing didn't say anything, and walked out without saying a word, her steps were a little faster.

Seeing this, Lu Ming and Lang Ya's expressions changed slightly. Before they had time to sit down, they immediately followed.

"What's wrong with His Highness?" Lu Ming asked in a low voice.

Langya shook his head: "Maybe he thought of something important."

Yan Qing ignored the whispers of the two behind him, and walked quickly to Fuyunju without stopping for a moment, "Wen Jin is in the study?"

"Yes."

Yan Qing went directly to the study. Just as she was about to knock on the door of the study, she heard a strange sound from inside the door. She kicked it with her foot, and then saw a flash of cold light in front of her.

"Wen Jin!" She shouted coldly, "What are you doing?"

As soon as she finished speaking, she rushed over at lightning speed, but Wen Jin's move was extremely fast, and Si Yuan was close to him when he was talking. Even if she stopped him halfway, the dagger with a cold light still pierced Si Yuan's heart.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Langya and Lu Ming, who arrived a step later, looked at the scene in front of them in surprise. The thought that flashed through their minds in an instant was that Wen Jin really wanted to kill Si Yuan.

Such a strong murderous aura, such a firm and fast movement.

There was almost no room for others to stop him.

Si Yuan, dressed in black, staggered, raised his hand to cover his heart, and fell to the ground slowly and weakly.

Clang!

The bloody dagger fell to the ground, Wen Jin's face was pale, staring at Si Yuan lying on the ground, his eyes were cold and ruthless, like the god of death from hell.

Although Langya didn't know what happened, out of the instinct of a doctor, he quickly stepped forward to check Si Yuan's injuries, then frowned and looked solemn.

"How is he?" Yan Qing asked coldly.

"Not very good." Langya frowned, stretched out his hand and quickly tapped Si Yuan's major pulses, then took out a bottle from his sleeve, poured out a pill and stuffed it into his mouth, raised his chin, and the slippery pill slid into his throat.

Langya helped the man up, "Leave this to me, Your Highness, please ask them to go out first."

Yan Qing glanced at Si Yuan, then turned to look at Wen Jin: "Follow me."

Wen Jin lowered his eyes and walked out, following Yan Qing, not saying a word along the way, as if he had lost his soul.

Yan Qing walked up to the long corridor flower hall, looking at the colorful flowers outside the corridor, and said calmly: "What's going on?"

Wen Jin pursed his lips and remained silent.

Yan Qing turned to look at him: "Don't want to say it?"

Wen Jin seemed to have not heard what Yan Qing said, his face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were desolate as he looked into the distance.

Yan Qing stared at him calmly for a moment, turned around, stretched out his hand to lift his face, and slowed down his voice: "What's the matter?"

"He deserves to die." Wen Jin's voice was sinister, but it seemed empty, "He must die."

Yan Qing frowned: "What did he tell you?"

"Your Highness is not a star of destiny, everything is a conspiracy between him and the late emperor." Wen Jin lowered his eyes, making it difficult to see the color in his eyes, "Your Highness should be the master of Dayong, and the late emperor was unwilling to admit that the princess was the emperor, so he joined forces with him to create this conspiracy."

Yan Qing's eyes were subtle.

It sounds reasonable, but she couldn't believe it completely.

If Si Yuan came to Zhuque City just to tell her this, then before the misunderstanding of "star of destiny" was resolved, even if Wen Jin wanted to tear Si Yuan into pieces, he couldn't do it now.

Wen Jin's methods were cruel, which was completely inconsistent with his gentle appearance. Yan Qing knew this a long time ago.

But he was not a person who couldn't tolerate it.

Yan Qing turned around and sat down in front of the fence: "What else did he say?"

Wen Jin's ears echoed with Si Yuan's words, and his mind was in a mess, but he tried to keep himself calm and rational, and whispered: "Just now, I was too impulsive. I should have waited until the truth was revealed before killing him."

Yan Qing looked at him expressionlessly.

Wen Jin lowered his eyes and looked at the ground silently. It was unknown what he was thinking. His handsome face was still pale.

Yan Qing's doubts deepened.

Wen Jin didn't tell the truth. He must have other reasons for wanting to kill Si Yuan.

"I told you before, don't kill people at every turn." Yan Qing said, "You are a powerful official. You should know how to take revenge in other ways."

Wen Jin responded in a low voice.

But Si Yuan must die. He must die. He can't live.

Yan Qing glanced at him: "Go to the study and copy the scriptures."

Wen Jin couldn't calm down at this time. He raised his eyes slightly, looked at Yan Qing in a trance, and then turned to the study.

Yan Qing sat on the corridor, staring at his slender jade-like back, and frowned deeply.