Killer Queen: Tyrant, prepare to die!

Chapter 93 A Glimpse of the Imperial Street! The Tyrant Chases His Car in the Street: Wait, Let Me See That Child

March 7th.

It's rare for the capital to have sunny skies.

It was just past Chen Shi (7-9 AM).

The gates of Phoenix Perch Villa opened.

Two horse-drawn carriages drove off.

The car in front carried Ye Huang and Bao'er, with Jin Shu accompanying them.

The car behind it was accompanied by four guards in black, all elites of the Nightblade.

"Mommy, where are we going?" Bao'er asked, her eyes sparkling as she leaned against the car window.

"Let's go sightseeing in the capital." Ye Huang fastened his cloak. "What does Bao'er want to buy?"

"Candied hawthorns!" Bao'er exclaimed immediately. "And windmills! Aunt Jinshu said the windmills in the capital are so pretty!"

Jinshu smiled: "Young Master has a very good memory."

The carriage entered the Imperial Street—the most bustling main street in the capital.

Shops lined the streets, and vendors' calls filled the air.

Bao'er pressed her little face against the car window, finding everything fascinating.

"Mommy, look! That flower is so big!"

"Oh, the birds are singing!"

"That uncle is kneading dough figurines!"

The child's innocent words attracted the attention of passersby.

Seeing that it was a beautifully sculpted child, they all smiled kindly.

Nobody noticed.

Street corner, teahouse, even the second floor of the silk shop across the street.

There were no fewer than ten pairs of eyes staring intently at the carriage.

--

At the same time.

At the other end of the Imperial Street.

Nangong Ye, dressed in a light blue casual robe, was on an incognito tour with Xuan Ying.

It was said to be an inspection tour.

Actually, I just... wanted to get out for a walk.

The Hall of Mental Cultivation is too stuffy.

He felt so suffocated he could hardly breathe.

"Your Majesty," Xuan Ying said in a low voice, "the main branch of Jinxiufang is just ahead. Would you like to take a look?"

Nangong Ye looked up.

Not far away.

A three-story pavilion.

The three characters "Jinxiufang" on the plaque are written in a vigorous and elegant style.

The door is like a city.

"No need." He turned around. "Let's go back to the palace."

Just as I was about to leave.

A gust of wind blew by.

It kicked up dust on the street.

It also rose up...

A carriage curtain appeared as it approached from the opposite direction.

Just for a fleeting moment.

Nangong Ye caught a glimpse inside the car—

A woman's profile.

Simple and clean.

Fair-skinned.

The curvature of the jawline...

He was jolted.

That profile...

"Stop the car!" he shouted instinctively.

But the carriage had already passed by.

The carriage curtain fell.

It obscured the people inside.

"Your Majesty?" Xuan Ying asked, puzzled.

Nangong Ye acted as if he hadn't heard.

He stared at the carriage as it drove further and further away.

My heart was pounding like a drum.

"Chase..." he murmured, "Chase after them..."

"Your Majesty, you mustn't!" Xuan Ying grabbed him, "There are too many people and too many eyes on the street—"

"Get out of the way!"

Nangong Ye shook off Xuan Ying's hand.

They actually chased after them!

A few steps later.

It stopped again.

Because the carriage stopped.

Stopped at... the entrance of Jinxiufang.

---

The carriage curtain was lifted.

The first maid to come down was Jinshu.

then.

A pale white hand reached out.

then.

The face was fully revealed.

Nangong Ye's breath hitched.

is her.

The veiled woman in the painting.

Night Phoenix.

She was not wearing a mask at this moment.

His facial features are clearly defined.

Eyebrows and eyes...

Like.

It doesn't seem like it.

Shen Qingci's eyebrows and eyes were softer, with drooping corners, and she always looked at people with a hint of timidity.

The woman in front of me.

Sharp eyes and brows.

Upturned eyes.

The way he looks at people... is like ice.

She didn't look at him.

Instead, he turned around.

They carried a child out of the car.

That child...

About one and a half years old.

Wearing a red silk jacket, a tiger-head hat, and tiger-head shoes.

Her face was small and round.

His eyes were bright and shiny.

He was eating a string of candied hawthorns.

"Mommy, sweetie!" the child said in a childish voice.

Mother.

Nangong Ye's heart clenched painfully.

child……

her child...

He stared intently at that small face.

I'm trying to find...whose shadow in these images.

then.

He saw it.

The child's eyebrows and eyes.

Especially the shape of those eyes...

like him.

Just like when he was a child.

"Your Majesty..." Xuan Ying whispered in his ear.

Nangong Ye came to his senses.

I realized that I had unknowingly taken a few steps closer.

Away from that mother and child...

It's only three zhang away.

Ye Huang seemed to notice the gaze.

Turn your head.

Look over here.

Eyes facing each other.

Nangong Ye's throat tightened.

What does he want to say?

But the words stuck in my throat.

He couldn't utter a single word.

Ye Huang glanced at him.

His gaze was calm.

Like looking at a stranger.

then.

Holding a child.

He turned and entered the Brocade Pavilion.

The door closed.

It blocked all view.

---

On the way back to the palace.

Nangong Ye remained silent.

Xuan Ying followed behind, not daring to breathe loudly.

Until they entered the Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Nangong Ye then spoke:

"Go check."

"Investigate what?" Xuan Ying asked cautiously.

"Night Phoenix," Nangong Ye said in a hoarse voice, "all the information. Especially... whether she has any children. If so, when were the children born, and who is the father?"

"Yes."

Xuan Ying agreed.

But he stood there without moving.

"Is there anything else?" Nangong Ye looked up.

"...Your Majesty." Xuan Ying hesitated, "That Lady Ye Huang does indeed bear some resemblance to the deposed Empress. But there are many people in the world who look alike, so it's not necessarily true..."

"Maybe what?" Nangong Ye interrupted him. "Maybe it's not the same person?"

He smiled.

His smile was bitter.

"Xuanying, how many years have you been with me?"

"Twelve years."

"Twelve years," Nangong Ye murmured. "Then you should remember that back then... when Shen Qingci was deposed, she was already pregnant."

Xuan Ying's heart skipped a beat.

"Your Majesty means..."

"That child is one and a half years old." Nangong Ye walked to the window, looking in the direction of Jinxiufang. "The timing... matches up."

"But the deposed empress is already..."

"She's already dead?" Nangong Ye turned around. "You saw her buried with your own eyes?"

Xuan Ying was speechless.

It was pouring rain when the burial took place.

The coffin was hastily buried.

No one opened the coffin to examine it.

"Investigate," Nangong Ye repeated. "Find out the truth for me."

"yes!"

Xuan Ying withdrew.

Only Nangong Ye remained in the hall.

He walked up to the dragon table.

Open the privately kept medical records of Chen Jizhou.

The ninth day of the third month of the sixth year of Jinghe. The fetus was three months along.

He was calculating the time.

If the child is alive.

just now……

She was exactly one and a half years old.

"Qingci..." he whispered, "Is that you?"

"If it were you..."

"Why don't you acknowledge me?"

No one answered.

Only a draft through the room.

It was bitterly cold.

---

The news spread very quickly.

Liu Mansion.

After hearing the scout's report, Liu Chengming smiled.

"Nangong Ye chased the car in the street... It seems he's become suspicious too."

"Young master, should we..." The confidant made a "give a push" gesture.

"No rush." ​​Liu Chengming toyed with the jade box in his hand—which contained the mother Gu. "Let him investigate first. The deeper he investigates, the more interesting it will be when the truth comes out..."

A ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.

"A palace banquet will be held ten days later."

"I want Nangong Ye to see it with his own eyes..."

"The woman and son he longed for..."

"How did I end up holding it in my hand?"

---

Prince Jing's Mansion.

Nangong Shuo is painting.

The painting depicts... a phoenix rising from the ashes.

After hearing the secret report.

His pen paused.

"Did Your Majesty chase after the carriage?"

"Yes. It's on the Imperial Street, only three zhang away from Lady Yehuang's carriage."

Nangong Shuo remained silent.

for a long time.

"Prepare the gifts."

"Whom does Your Highness wish to send this to?"

"Phoenix Perch Villa." Nangong Shuo put down his pen. "Just say... I have long admired this remarkable woman from Jiangnan and have come to pay my respects."

"Yes."

---

Shen House.

Shen Anbang is writing in his study.

It is written as...

The word "fairness" is used.

The brushstrokes are vigorous and powerful.

The force penetrates the paper.

The old servant hurried in and reported in a low voice.

Shen Anbang's hand trembled.

The ink smudged on the last stroke of the character "道".

"Your Majesty...have you seen Bao'er?"

"Yes. I heard they stared at it for a long time."

Shen Anbang put down his pen.

I walked to the window.

Looking towards the direction of the palace.

a long time.

He let out a long sigh.

"What's meant to happen... will happen eventually."

---

at the same time.

The private room on the third floor of Jinxiufang.

Ye Huang stood by the window.

Watching the crowd gradually disperse from the street.

"Miss," Jinshu whispered, "that person just now...was it His Majesty?"

"Um."

"He recognized you?"

"Probably not," Ye Huang said calmly. "It's just a suspicion."

She lowered her head.

Looking at the baby in his arms.

The little one is already asleep.

The candied hawthorn was still in his hand.

"Is Bao'er happy today?"

"Happy!" Bao'er mumbled sleepily, "The candied hawthorns are sweet..."

Ye Huang smiled.

She kissed her son's forehead.

"As long as you're happy."

She looked up.

Looking towards the direction of the palace.

His gaze grew cold.

"Nangong Ye".

"This is just the beginning."

"The day you know the whole truth..."

"You will be better than you are now..."

"A hundred times more painful."

outside the window.

sunset.

It stretched her shadow very long.

Like a sword slowly drawn from its sheath