Chapter 167: A ferocious tiger (5)
For the whole of Jiang Mingwei’s life, she had never been scolded "get lost" right in her face. She has always been treated like a princess by people, even during those years in Beirong, as she was Yeluyan's favorite concubine, no one had ever dared to say "get lost" right to her face.
Mu Mingtang didn't even look at Jiang Mingwei's reaction, and walked past her to get inside. What was Jiang Mingwei's reaction? What was Xie Xuanji's reaction? What did that have to do with her? She only cared about Xie Xuanchen.
When they passed by each other, Xie Xuanji saw the brocade box in Mu Mingtang's hand. As soon as he saw that brocade box, Xie Xuanji knew that this box contained the Jing Erdan. Jing Erdan was specially made for Xie Xuanchen. It could suppress Xie Xuanchen's anger, but it was only a suppression, and the subsequent rebound would be even worse.
In addition, taking it too often will make one dependent on it.
So Xie Xuanchen never touched this medicine again ever since he discovered the addictiveness that came with it. The only Jing Erdan left in the An Manor were all kept in the warehouse when it was first developed two years ago. It has not even been three months since Mu Mingtang got married and came to the Manor, so it was impossible for her to know where the Jing Erdan was kept.
So it was Xie Xuanchen who asked her to get it for him, or tricked her to get it? Sometimes Xie Xuanji wondered if Xie Xuanchen was even crazy at all. If he was indeed crazy, how did he still manage to survive after numerous times of challenging his limits, but if he wasn’t crazy, he made many incomprehensible actions.
Such as today, he knew that his time of death was approaching, but he still took the effort to distract Mu Mingtang.
Xie Xuanji felt even more irritated by this, huh, was their bond and love for each other even stronger than gold, that they cared for each other? From start to finish, was he, Xie Xuanji, just a pathetic and useless clown?
The soldiers who were in the front of the formation, didn't know what to do when they saw Mu Mingtang, so they all looked back at Xie Xuanji. Xie Xuanji remained expressionless. He knew the importance of today's occasion. Today would for sure be an important moment in history, that is Xie Xuanchen's death. Xie Xuanji's every move, every word and action, will be recorded down in the history records. Xie Xuanji must not do anything inappropriate, so as not to be used by Xie Xuanchen and Xieyi’s former officials, or even used against him by their later generations.
Xie Xuanji knew that he should make a show and act like a sincere and faithful brother. Among the choices, it was best to stop his sister-in-law who was seeking her own death. Xie Xuanji had always felt that politics was just show after show. Every politician was just acting, they’ll get both fame and money, what’s not to be happy about that? But at this moment, Xie Xuanji took in Mu Mingtang's relentlessness and her moth-to-fire actions, and suddenly felt that the act that he had prepared was so despicable that he didn't want to show it.
His personal guard walked to Xie Xuanji's side and asked solemnly: "Prince Jin, Concubine An, she……"
Xie Xuanji was silent and said indifferently: "It's just a girl, let her go. They’re a married couple, just let them say their last goodbyes."
Xie Xuanji had given his orders, so the guard could only respond: "Yes."
Xie Xuanji watched as Mu Mingtang cut a path through the iron armors and crossed the protection circle without even looking back. As soon as she walked out of the crowd, she immediately lifted her skirt, crossed the door sill, and ran inside.
Why is she not afraid at all? Why does she dare to think that Xie Xuanchen would not kill her?
Xie Xuanji raised his hand while thinking, and said emotionlessly: "Everyone stay alert, surround the place. When necessary, focus on the matter at hand first, you don't have to care about the difference in identity, in short, be sure to make Prince An calm down."
Xie Xuanchen leaned on the ground with one hand, and his blood dripped down his arm, a small pool had already formed on the ground. His fingers were pressing on the wound, the scene was bloody yet vibrant in colour.
At this moment, he cut himself a few more times.