Song Dynasty female artist

Chapter 1027 Break the Door
Xiao Yingsu is Zhao Jin.

Zhao Jin stood up calmly and turned to look at Gu Qingjue.

"I knew you would come, but I didn't expect you to come so soon. It seems that you have already wiped out all my people."

"King Xuan, why are you doing this?"

These days, Su Yixin has thought about many possibilities over and over again, but she just can't figure out why Zhao Jin would do this.

Was the late emperor harsh on me?

That doesn't exist. The late emperor had absolute trust in him, otherwise he would not have allowed him to handle matters concerning the country's destiny together with Lord Pan.

Su Yixin thought that if this matter did not require the intervention of a cultivator, Mr. Pan would probably not have been sent.

Did Zhao Jin think that the late emperor sending Pan Gong along was a sign of distrust in him?

So that's why I feel resentment?

Su Yixin also asked the same question: "Are you dissatisfied with the late emperor, so you betrayed the country and worked for the Liao Dynasty?"

Zhao Jin smiled and shook his head: "The late emperor trusted me very much, and I have no complaints."

"Are you dissatisfied with the reward His Majesty bestowed upon you?"

"Your Majesty has already named me King Xuan, and the title will be hereditary. I am very satisfied!"

"Why exactly?"

Zhao Jin didn't say anything, but looked at Gu Qingjue.

"You and I have known each other for more than 30 years. We are brothers and friends. With your intelligence, can you guess the reason?"

Gu Qingjue showed reluctance, but still said, "I found out that when the Duke of Junguo's son Zhao Qi died in battle, he had a five-year-old son by his side. The Crown Prince's wife should have brought the child back, but in the end, a middle-aged man sent the child back to the Duke of Junguo's mansion."

Zhao Rui looked at Gu Qingjue with admiration, and then said, "Yes, it should have been Zhao Jin who came back, but that woman committed suicide for love. What a strong-willed woman. But she really did Zhao Jin a disservice. Without his mother's protection, he was soon targeted like prey. In the end, I was the one who came back!"

Su Yixin stared at Zhao Jin with wide eyes.

She understood.

The person in front of me is not the real Zhao Jin.

The real Zhao Jin had died long ago. It was the Liao Dynasty that replaced him and let a Liao spy hide with such a perfect identity.

But there was one thing she didn't understand: "Could it be that the old Duke couldn't recognize his own grandson?"

"can not recognize."

Zhao Jin, Bu Xiaoyingsu said: "From the time Zhao Jin was born to the time he was five years old, Zhao Lu only saw him once, and that child had no birthmark. Zhao Jin and I are at least six points similar, so he can't recognize me."

He is not Zhao Jin.

Then everything can be explained.

Xiao Yingsu was arrested.

But he had expected this day to come and took poison in advance. When he was brought to Zhao Rui, the poison took effect.

Zhao Jin is dead.

Xiao Yingsu died.

All the secret agents that the Liao Dynasty had painstakingly cultivated in the capital for decades were eliminated.

Even many secret agents from Tubo and Jiaozhi were implicated.

The once-powerful King Xuan turned out to be a spy of the Liao Dynasty. Even after the evidence of his crimes was made public, many people were still unwilling to believe it was true.

"King Xuan is the grandson of the old Duke. How could he do such a thing as selling out his country for personal gain? Could this be a mistake?"

"I can tell from the look of it that you didn't read the notice carefully. He is an impostor. The real Zhao Jin died long ago. He is Xiao Yingsu, a spy carefully trained by the Liao Kingdom. He is also known as Mr. Xiao."

"That's it!"

"No."

"Who could have predicted this? Fortunately, it was discovered. Otherwise, if he had really sent the defense map to Liao, we would have to fight again and many people would have died."

"princess……"

Xiaodie: "Don't call me princess. I'm not a princess anymore."

"Madam, let's go. His Majesty is merciful and has spared our lives, but we can't stay in Kyoto anymore. Let's find a place where no one knows us and start a new life." Madam Mu packed up her belongings and came over. When she heard the maid's words, she said, "Yes, mother, let's pack up and go!"

Xiaodie looked a little dazed: "I want to go see your father."

Mu said in embarrassment: "Mother, father is now imprisoned in the prison, and we are already civilians, so we can't go in."

“You can give money.”

Xiaodie took off the pure gold hairpin on her head and said, "I have this. The yamen runners will be flexible, right? I just want to see your father for the last time."

Xiaodie couldn't bear to see her mother like this, so she had originally hidden the truth from her, saying that her father was locked up in death row. But the news had already spread outside, and one day she would know the truth.

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.

"Mother, father is actually dead!"

Xiaodie paused as she tried to put the hairpin in Mu's hand, then slowly raised her head to look at Mu: "Dead?"

Mu nodded silently.

I thought Xiaodie would cry and be heartbroken, but she was surprisingly calm when she learned that Zhao Rui had died.

"Mother, if you are sad, just cry. Crying will make you feel better!"

Xiaodie put the golden hairpin back into her hair.

"I'm fine. Didn't I say I was leaving? I still have some things to pack. You guys go wait for me outside."

The maidservant was puzzled: "Madam, the servants who need to be cleaned up have been cleaned up."

"No, there is something else that only I know about. Go wait outside the door, I will call you when it's done."

Mu: "Well, okay. We'll wait for mother outside the door."

Mu and her maid left, and Xiaodie got up in a daze and walked to the bed.

This room was decorated by the two of them themselves.

She was different from other ladies from wealthy families. At first, she was just a maid in the Duke's mansion, serving his daily life.

Later, I was fortunate enough to marry him.

So I decorated the room according to their wishes.

After so many years, the furnishings inside are somewhat different from what they were back then, but you can still see traces of the past.

She took out a set of clothes he often wore from the closet beside her, held them in her arms, and slowly sat down on the edge of the bed.

She actually knew a lot of things.

But I love him.

She could also feel that Zhao Jin loved her.

She was just a weak woman. She was brought back to Kyoto by her to seek justice for her parents. Later, she regarded him as everything to her.

Later, even though I knew his true identity, I never thought of reporting him.

She didn't report it because he was her husband, and she felt guilty because she was a citizen of the Song Dynasty. This worry and self-blame kept tugged at her heart, making her depressed.

Later, he must have realized that his identity was exposed, but he did not confess to her.

The two of them just had a tacit understanding.

Xiaodie started to cry as she thought about it.

"My Lord, if I had stopped you at the beginning, would you have stopped because of me and the child?"

Zhao Jin could no longer answer this question.

Mrs. Mu had been waiting outside for a while, but her mother still hadn't come out.

"Why is there no movement inside?"

"Maybe he's cleaning up in the inner room!"

Mu's right hand tightly grasped her left hand: "Is mother going to be upset?"

"No, we can't just wait like this, break the door open."

The two of them couldn't open the door together. Mu said, "Go call my husband!"