The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

Chapter 954 General Jiang Cannot Die

Upon hearing this, Cen Yuan retracted her arms, pressing her palms against Shi Anxia's lower back with varying degrees of force. Her heartbeat suddenly became heavier, like a drum muffled in cotton wool.

"What makes me angry is..." He suddenly turned over, his shadow completely covering her, crushing his voice into each other's breathing, "You gave birth to a child before you grew up, and I was not by your side when you gave birth..."

He felt sorry for her. If he could do it again... Actually, he had done it many times, but why did he miss it every time?

His heart was filled with tenderness and hidden pain, and the sound of the leaking clock was drowned out by the intertwining of their lips and their rapid breathing.

He knew that she had recovered her memory, but she was no different from before. It was just that when she was emotional, she occasionally muttered the name "Qingyu", which made him even more fanatical.

When An Xia woke up the next day, the red silk tent was empty. Only the fresh scent lingering beside the pillow proved that last night was not a dream.

She propped herself up and sat up. When the quilt slipped down, several red marks were revealed on her shoulders and neck. Her waist was sore as if it had been run over, but there was a satisfied look in the corners of her eyes.

Nan Yan came in holding a gilded washbasin and helped the lady get up.

She wanted to change the lady's clothes, but was refused.

Shi Anxia was afraid that Nan Yan would see the red marks on her body, "I'll do it myself."

"Madam..." Nan Yan considered her words carefully, "But am I not serving you well?"

"Hmm?" Shi Anxia raised her eyes, "Why do you have this idea?"

Nan Yan was about to cry, "Now you never let me serve you."

Shi Anxia didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and reached out to poke her between the eyebrows, "Why are you so suspicious all day? If you have the time, why don't you look around to see if there's anyone you like, and I'll make the decision to marry you off."

"Nan Yan won't marry, so Nan Yan will stay with his wife."

Shi Anxia said softly, "Look, Xiyue is marrying Lord Kang, and Beihui is about to marry Lord Zhuo, aren't you envious?"

Nan Yan's eyes widened and she spoke without restraint, "I'm not envious. Once I get rid of Sister Bei Hui, I can serve Madam anytime and anywhere."

Bei Hui happened to come in with a basket of wintersweet petals, the fragrance was everywhere, "Then you can't wait any longer. You can't keep me away, I have to serve Madam forever."

Nan Yan chuckled, "You have Master Zhuo to serve, so you can't be distracted. My dear sister, don't fight with me, the lady is mine."

The two girls were very affectionate with each other in their conversation, closer than some sisters at home, and they would not have any grudges against each other because of fighting over anything.

Shi Anxia was happy.

She sat down in front of the bronze mirror and said, "Please comb my hair for me. My Nan Yan is the best at combing hair."

Nan Yan responded happily, only to find that the lady in the bronze mirror was three times more beautiful than Rouge.

The morning light shines through the window screen, turning the fallen hair between the teeth of the comb into golden threads.

The sky had unexpectedly cleared up. Today, Jiang Zhongxin was to be executed on the execution platform in the west of the city. Three thousand soldiers in iron armor stood around, and the people of Gongcheng filled the long street.

The people were whispering to each other and Emperor Zhaowu was squeezed in the crowd.

"Have you heard? The princess wants to increase taxes."

"General Jiang was framed because he stopped this matter."

Someone in the crowd deliberately raised his voice, "The court is trying to force us to death!"

Someone cried out, "General Jiang!"

Someone behind him shouted, "General Jiang!"

One wave is higher than the other, rising one after another.

Once the noise died down, someone would whisper, "The princess is ruthless..."

The people thought of the moldy rice they had eaten and the deaths of their loved ones who had not been able to receive medical treatment in time.

Someone lost control of his emotions and said, "We can't kill General Jiang!"

"General Jiang is innocent!"

"General Jiang cannot die!"

In a teahouse not far away, there were two men sitting and drinking tea leisurely.

The carved window frames were wide open, letting in the hustle and bustle of the street.

A thin scholar whispered, "Captain Wang of the City Defense Battalion is an old subordinate of General Jiang. I instigated him, so there is no need for us to take action ourselves."

"It all depends on whether Wang can do anything. Anyway, Jiang Zhongxin must not die. I suspect he has the gold mine blueprints." The speaker was the fourth son of Zheng. "I have observed him for a long time and I am sure of this. Maybe the vein mine is in Songcheng."

The walls have ears, and they are the brothers Cen Ji and Cen Che.

Cen Ji twirled a white jade chess piece between his fingertips, and it landed on the chessboard with a "thump", stirring up a wisp of agarwood ash.

He suddenly leaned forward, his shadow covering half of the chessboard. He spoke in a very low voice, but his hand suddenly grabbed Cen Che's wrist as he was about to place a chess piece, "Fifth brother, if you are willing to help me take the throne, I will allow you to choose any fiefdom you want. As long as I am here, you will be happy for a day."

Cen Che leaned against the green satin pillow and asked lazily, "Really?"

Cen Ji nodded seriously, "Don't get involved in the affairs of the North Wing. Dig out the gold mine as soon as possible, and I can help you transport it."

Cen Che glanced at him and suddenly laughed, "I have a truth to tell you, but I don't know if I should tell you or not."

Cen Ji said in a low voice, "Speak."

Cen Che then sat up straight and said slowly, "It is more reliable to put the gold mine in the north wing than to let you transport it away. If you help me transport it, it will be like throwing meat buns at a dog and never come back. Don't keep making promises to me, I can't eat them. What do you mean you take the throne and allow me to choose any fiefdom? If that happens, you will be the first to kill me."

As he finished speaking, the black piece happened to land on the square on the chessboard that read “kill”.

He stood up, and his sable cloak swept the chess cup off his feet, causing the black and white jade pieces to roll all over the floor.

There was no killing intent on the chessboard. Cen Ji was furious, "Am I that kind of person?"

"Yes." Cen Che said straightforwardly, sitting back on the couch, "If you want me to trust you, sure. Help me marry Hong Que, and I'll help you."

"You actually fell in love with a maid!" Cen Ji was angry at his lack of resistance.

Cen Che smiled nonchalantly, "She is not a maid, but a little princess of the Vina tribe. Besides, you will be relieved if I marry a woman who has no help, right?"

Cen Ji was delighted, "You promise to help me?"

Cen Che tapped the teacup with his fingertips, a thin layer of ice in his eyes. "The most important thing right now is to let the princess continue to treat me as Xie Yu." The bottom of the celadon teacup left a half circle of water marks on the sandalwood table. "Digging for gold is not something that can be done overnight. I heard that Jiang Zhongxin has a map of the gold mine, but it's impossible. There is no gold mine in Songcheng."

Cen Ji leaned forward, "The real gold mine map——"

"Brother." Cen Che took a sip of tea. "If I reveal my trump card to you..." The tea soup reflected his suddenly sinister features. "How can I still be your 'live chess piece'?"

Cen Ji's fists were trembling in his sleeves, but he saw that his brother had returned to his lazy look and even hummed the remaining score of "Covering the Moon".

Suddenly, there was a sudden commotion outside the window.

The teacup in Cen Che's hand suddenly tilted, and the green tea spilled onto the sandalwood table.

He pushed open the carved window frame violently - in the direction of the execution ground in the distance, the crowd was surging like boiling water.

Jiang Zhongxin's loose hair danced wildly in the wind, and the dark red blood stains on his prison uniform looked like faded red ink.

With every step forward taken by the escorting Black Armor Guards, more violent noises erupted from the street.

Calling "General Jiang" again and again!

One after another, “Princess, please spare his life!”

With a loud singing of "Princess Haiyan has arrived", Shi Anxia arrived.