Chapter 929: Chapter 929

However, the old Princess Consort has always wished to kill the Prince, and this time she is traveling alone, so Si Bei cannot help but worry about the Prince’s safety.

Sikong Yunshi’s mind was a whirl of thoughts, but suddenly the carriage stopped.

"What is happening?" Sikong Yunshi asked.

Outside, the coachman replied, "Old Princess Consort, it is the Prince blocking the way."

"Is it him?" Sikong Yunshi’s lips curled slightly, but her face showed a hint of disgust and obvious hatred, "Ask him what he wants. Could it be that he intends to kill his own mother as well?"

Beside Sikong Yunshi, Qing Yan opened his eyes, "He must be here because of the marriage with Princess Changfu."

Sikong Yunshi chuckled lightly and instructed outside, "Let him come in."

"To think even he would one day fall in love with a woman! Ha, he is someone who deserves to possess love!"

Sikong Yunshi looked at the top of the carriage, speaking to herself.

Qing Yan suddenly glanced at her, his frown deepening.

Whether Sikong Mo was worthy or not, he did not know, but what he did know was that he himself was not worthy, and neither was Sikong Yunshi.

To this day, every assault from Qing Li makes him introspect, and he can no longer distinguish if his feelings towards Sikong Yunshi are of love or simply unresolved grudges from the past betrayal.

In his memories, another’s shadow always appears involuntarily, someone completely different from Sikong Yunshi. Her beauty is forever so gentle, yet coupled with a resilient stubbornness.

Back then, when he planned to die by explosion, he never intended to return. He thought that without him, she would raise their son alone or marry an honest man and live peacefully.

Little did he expect that she would resolutely abandon their home, entrusting their son to others as she embarked on the quest to find him. Follow current novels on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝙣𝙚𝙩

Qing Yan felt he deserved to die, but he was never willing to just die like that.

Outside, the coachman’s voice came again, "The Prince says for the old Princess Consort to get down; he is waiting for her up ahead."

"Ha ha, it seems the information we gathered was spot on. He indeed is infatuated with Princess Changfu!"

Saying so, Sikong Yunshi said to Qing Yan, "Come, help me down..."

Qing Yan merely glanced at her coldly, "Aren’t you afraid of provoking Sikong Mo so much that he might even kill me?"

Qing Yan had witnessed firsthand how the man named Rong died, and he did not wish to follow in Rong’s footsteps.

"What a shame, never realized it, but Qing Yan, you’re just that cowardly!" Sikong Yunshi scoffed and then got off the carriage on her own.

Behind, Rong Che stretched out his pale hand and inquired, "Why have we stopped?"

Uttering that, he coughed twice.

"The Prince is blocking the way," the coachman said.

The curtain was pulled back down, yet the violent coughing did not cease in the slightest.

Thinking of these two words, his heart was filled with shame.

For he no longer deserved to call him that.

Yet, nor did he wish to.

Having such an identity brought him shame, making him not even want to live, but if he died, the Rong Family would also fall. So, even with a life filled with pain, he had to drag his broken body forward.

Deep in the woods, Sikong Mo stood with his hands clasped behind.

Sikong Yunshi slowly approached, smiling, "I never expected that our honorable War King would have a day of beseeching me!"

Sikong Mo never intended to hide from her; even now that she knew, it saved him the trouble of speaking more words.

"Since you know, then you should also know how to answer when facing the Emperor!" Sikong Mo got straight to the point.