Peerless Consort Wants to Divorce

Song Yunqian held onto the hand around her waist, and her voice sounded as cold and sinister as if it was coming from hell, "Wen Yi, royal father orders today to have royal brother hand over the weapon token, and pass the weapon token to this duke!"

Wen Yi buried her face in Yun Che's back and said in a muffled voice, "He wants you two brothers to kill each other?"

He slowly turned around, and Wen Yi raised her head. Seeing the scar on his face, she asked in shock: What's going on?

Song Yunqian said: "Before noon, royal brother hit this king."

"You didn't fight back?" Wen Yi's heart tightened as she asked.

Song Yunqian shook his head silently, "No, because this king has already seen it clearly, royal father wants us to fight to the death. Royal brother has been pouncing on his own strength these past few years and he is extremely afraid of it, so he purposely wants this king to contend with his own brother. No matter who the two of us are, whoever wins in the end, he will strip the winner of his rights. He started to play the fish and clam fight with his own son! "

She said softly, "Your royal brother is not a reckless and stupid person. He will clearly see your royal father's tricks!"

Song Yunqian laughed bitterly: "Royal brother is a natural born warrior. His destiny is to be on the battlefield. What do you think it feels like for such a person to have his military power taken away? Getting too much and losing too much all make people crazy. He has already gone mad and lost his ability to judge. "

Wen Yi was silent!

Song Yunqian's hands trembled as he held onto Wen Yi's face. He felt extremely tired as he said: "Wen Yi, let's go. Let's leave this place and find a place without people to live."

"Leave?" A trace of hope rose in Wen Yi's heart. Didn't she want to have a good surplus of days with him? Right now, there seemed to be no other way to escape.

However, this thought only flashed across Wen Yi's mind, as she said in pain: "We can't leave, if we leave, it will implicate the Queen and the people of the Duke Palaces. We will need so many people to sacrifice their lives for us, how can we bear that?"

Song Yunqian hugged her as he rested his chin on top of her head.

After the betrothal gift was given, the marriage was officially settled.

The transfer of military power would take some time. Because of Song Yunqian's grand wedding, the emperor had shown him some compassion. Therefore, he had assigned General Blackstone to take over the military authority and order the troops on the battlefield in Song Yunqian's place. Once Song Yunqian's wedding was over, he would pass the marriage to General Blackstone again after the new year.

Therefore, at the moment, even though he had handed over the authority of the Prince Zhenyuan, it did not land in Song Yunqian's hands. Anyone would know that General Blackstone was the Emperor's most favored martial general, and he would only listen to his Imperial Majesty's orders.

Therefore, Song Yunqian only gave the title of seizing the Prince Zhenyuan's military power out of thin air, but did not reap any benefits.

The date of the wedding was only a few days away.

Song Yunqian hadn't went to court for a few days, he didn't want to meet the Prince Zhenyuan, and at this time, he didn't want to have any conflicts with him.

However, even if he kept hiding, trouble still came knocking.

This morning, the weather had turned drowsy, and at noon it had begun to snow heavily.

Around ten years ago, Prince Zhenyuan led a group of guards and angrily arrived at King Ning's Mansion.

Before the gatekeeper even went in to report, he was beaten out of the palace by the Prince Zhenyuan, and a group of people barged into the palace.

Since the grand wedding was soon to be held, the House of the King of Ning was decorated in a cheerful manner.

Prince Zhenyuan stood at the In the courtyard, waved his sword and consecutively stabbed three times at the lanterns, and angrily shouted: "Song Yunqian, get out here!"

Someone had already gone to report to Song Yunqian. He quickly walked out and saw Prince Zhenyuan leading a group of bodyguards that were currently going crazy on In the courtyard, but before he could step forward to ask, Prince Zhenyuan's fist had already suddenly landed on his face. He had almost used all of his strength, and before Song Yunqian could even react, Prince Zhenyuan's fist had already landed on his head.

Wen Yi followed closely behind him, seeing the situation, she anxiously rushed forward, "Prince Zhenyuan, what are you doing?"

The guards Prince Zhenyuan had brought with him pushed Wen Yi away, all of their faces filled with anger. Wen Yi was stunned and did not dare to act rashly. This did not seem like a provocation, something must have happened.

Prince Zhenyuan's fist instantly arrived, but Song Yunqian blocked it, and said angrily: "What are you trying to do crazy to my residence?"

Prince Zhenyuan's eyes were blazing red as he said angrily: "You shameless bastard, if you have anything, just charge at me and hand it over to me."

Song Yunqian was startled, "What? An Ran is gone? "

The Prince Zhenyuan said angrily, "Stop pretending! It's clear that you were unsatisfied that I hit you that day, so you took An Ran to take revenge on me. Whatever you have, just come at me! I have never been afraid of you in the slightest. Do you have any conscience? An Ran is also your nephew! "

Song Yunqian said with a frozen face, "This king has never captured An Ran nor did he think about taking revenge on you."

After the Prince Zhenyuan heard this, the sword at his waist unsheathed from its scabbard. Wen Yi was startled, and hastily rushed forward to block in front of Song Yunqian, and said anxiously: "Is there some kind of misunderstanding? Why would he take An Ran away? When did An Ran disappear? Have you investigated it clearly? "

Song Yunqian saw that Wen Yi was blocking in front of him, and anxiously pulled her behind him to protect his, and bellowed: What are you doing? It's too dangerous! "

Prince Zhenyuan was so angry that his entire body was trembling. "Alright, alright, I heard that he has such deep feelings for Wen Yi, but in these three years, you have completely forgotten about her. For a woman to be protected like this, with An Ran as your nephew, and with this king being your blood brother, how could you possibly do anything to her? "

Wen Yi looked up at him. Without saying a word, Song Yunqian said stiffly: "I repeat, I did not order anyone to capture An Ran. Rather than pestering her here, you should just go and find her."

One of the guards beside Prince Zhenyuan said coldly: "General Eagle, please hand over the Wangsun, you can't deny this matter. Before Wangsun An Ran went missing, Niang Nang had seen Chen Mao Guang wandering outside the Duke's Mansion, two hours later, the Wangsun had already disappeared. If he didn't take him away, who else could he have been? He is one of General Eagle's men, you must have instructed him to do this! "

Prince Zhenyuan's face twisted in anger. With a swish, the tip of the sword had already pressed down on Song Yunqian's chest, and angrily said: "If you don't hand over An Ran today, this king will make you die a graveless death!"

That sword had already cut open Song Yunqian's clothes on his chest. Wen Yi was anxious looking at it, but Song Yunqian was still tightly protecting it.

Snowflakes swirled down from the sky, and on Song Yunqian's shoulders, a snowflake appeared in an instant. He stood there unmoving with a heavy face, and his body was even slightly straightened, the tip of the sword almost piercing into his chest.

With a pffft, the tip of the sword pierced Song Yunqian's chest. Fresh blood oozed out from the sword, Prince Zhenyuan's hand trembled slightly, but was instantly replaced by fury. He stared at Song Yunqian and asked sternly: "This king asks you one more time, where is An Ran?"

Song Yunqian's face did not change at all, he spoke word for word: "Even if I had to answer you a hundred times, I would say it, I did not order people to capture An Ran."

"Then don't blame This King for not remembering brotherhood!" Just as he was about to stab with his sword, Wen Yi shouted in shock, "Don't!" Following her shout, a green clothed lady descended from the sky. She moved as fast as lightning and instantly deflected Prince Zhenyuan's sword, while looking at him coldly with her sword horizontally horizontally.

Wen Yi heaved a sigh of relief.

The guard who had questioned Song Yunqian earlier also stepped forward to dissuade him, saying, "Your Highness, don't be rash, the young prince is still in their hands!"

Prince Zhenyuan took a deep breath, looked at Song Yunqian, and spoke with a tender voice: "Whatever you want, this king can give you. Only An Ran is your royal sister-in-law's lifeline. She hasn't treated you badly in the past, so why do you want to put her in such dire straits? If you hand over An Ran, This King will pretend that nothing happened and guarantee that I won't pursue this matter afterwards! "

Song Yunqian calmly said: "Royal brother, you should know that what you care about is not necessarily what I care about. What you have lost today doesn't mean that I have it. Even if I have it, it might not be what I want. An Ran is my nephew. Even if I were to meet you in battle, I would absolutely not touch a single hair on his head. It doesn't matter if you believe me or not, but this is the only answer I have! "

His voice carried an incomparably cold chill. "Alright, Song Yunqian, remember, it was you who first forgot about Brother An Ran's relationship. If anything happens to An Ran, this duke will bury all of you in King Ning's Residence!"

He turned his head coldly and ordered the guards behind him, "Retreat!"

Wen Yi stepped forward to support Song Yunqian, then anxiously checked his wounds. Fortunately, it was only a little bit of her skin, if it was slightly deeper than that, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Wen Yi looked at him, "How can you not dodge? If he really stabs you, your little life will be gone. "

Song Yunqian actually grit his teeth and laughed, the sunlight shining on his face in an instant, causing even his smile to brighten up. He said in a low voice: "This king is betting, betting that he won't be able to take it!"

Wen Yi chided: "If Qian Shan hadn't appeared, he really would have stabbed in."

Song Yunqian shook his head and laughed: "No, if he were to flip his palm upwards, even if he were to use more strength, the tip of the sword would only be able to scratch it, and would only leave behind a bloody scar. Even after he thought that This King captured An Ran, he still could not bear to kill This King. "

Wen Yi sighed, "If that's the case, then your royal father is truly a sinner."

Song Yunqian's gaze suddenly cooled down. He looked at Wen Yi, "You also think that the royal father had ordered someone to take An Ran away? with the aim of provoking a war between us brothers? "

Although Wen Yi did not want to admit it, she still had a strong intuition that it was the Emperor who ordered An Ran to be taken away. The goal was, first, to make Song Yungang think that it was Song Yunqian who captured An Ran, inciting the two of them to continue their conflict. Secondly, he threatened An Ran so that Song Yungang could listen to him.

Song Yunqian revealed a smile that was uglier than crying, "Since ancient times, there has always been a Emperor who killed his sons, but I've never heard of an Emperor who was afraid of his son's abilities and wanted to kill him."

Wen Yi thought deeply, she felt that State Advisor had a huge influence on the Emperor. If she guessed correctly, the State Advisor should even offer Pills to the Emperor, because she had once heard the Emperor say that a person's life, 100 years old, was only the beginning. What kind of certainty made him say that? Unless, he thought, he was alive beyond a hundred years.