Rebirth: My Healer Wife Owns Superpowers-Chapter 258 - Why Won’t Zhao Xiyan Become the Lord of All Under Heaven
Chapter 258: Chapter 258 Why Won’t Zhao Xiyan Become the Lord of All Under Heaven
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And Song Chongzhen suffered terribly.
After hearing about Qi Yue’s string of incredible maneuvers, Song Qiyun slapped Song Chongzhen across the face, causing blood to stream from the corner of his mouth.
“Scoundrel, how dare you botch the Princely Heir’s important affairs!”
Song Chongzhen immediately knelt down, begging fervently,
“Princely Heir, please spare me, I am willing to atone for my crime through meritorious deeds.”
Song Qiyun let out two cold snorts from his throat.
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“Atone through meritorious deeds? How can you make amends, by winning back Miss Qi’s favor for the Princely Heir?”
Song Chongzhen trembled, as cold sweat uncontrollably poured out from his forehead.
“I deserve death, I am somewhat acquainted with Miss Qi, keeping me around might be useful.”
At this point, he had no good solutions and could only bring up Qi Yue to see if he could luck out.
Having followed Song Qiyuan for many years, he naturally knew that Song Qiyun was a man whose exterior did not match his interior.
To the public, he always appeared disengaged from worldly affairs, indifferent and lazy, pure of heart and of few desires, but in fact, his desires in every aspect far exceeded those of a normal person.
Power, wealth, beauty… there was nothing he didn’t covet deeply.
Since the age of twelve, he had already been contemplating how to dethrone the Emperor and sit himself upon that throne.
In the inner quarters, any maid with a hint of beauty belonged to him.
But to deceive the masses, his father, Song Chengye, would act subservient before the Donggao Emperor, while he acted as if he was above worldly attachments.
The current Donggao Emperor had four sons, each vying desperately for the Emperor’s favor, employing all sorts of crooked schemes. Suddenly faced with Song Qiyun’s uniqueness, the Donggao Emperor cherished him greatly; he was entrusted with all the important tasks, to the extent that, as a mere Princely Heir, he actually controlled the security of the royal palace and the extensive network of Royal Guards throughout the land.
Normally, his tactics were very effective, but unexpectedly, they were utterly useless against Qi Yue.
Song Chongzhen also felt very wronged.
All of this was hardly his fault, and he couldn’t stop Qi Yue from saying anything!
Seeing Song Chengye also adopting an indifferent attitude, Song Chongzhen could only plead again.
“Princely Heir, I am willing to serve by Miss Qi’s side and maneuver on behalf of the Princely Heir.”
Song Qiyun glanced at him, coldly snorting repeatedly.
But after a moment’s thought, he nodded his head.
“This woman plays an unconventional game; perhaps this method might be of some use.”
At this point, he suddenly struck out, slapping Song Chongzhen and causing his right cheek to swell up.
Then he kicked him several times.
“Ah, Princely Heir, spare my life!”
Song Chongzhen curled up into a ball, letting Song Qiyun beat him, his cries gradually weakening.
After a round of kicking and punching, Song Qiyun finally stopped.
He washed his hands in a basin brought over by a servant, all the while softly giving instructions.
“Chongzhen, if the Princely Heir doesn’t beat you severely, Miss Qi might not keep you around; you won’t blame the Princely Heir for being harsh, will you?”
Song Chongzhen held his severely aching abdomen, hating that he could not die right then and there.
“…I wouldn’t dare to blame the Princely Heir…”
Song Qiyun’s lips curved into a smile as he let a young maid carefully dry his fingers one by one with a towel.
“Chongzhen, I heard you just had a son??”
“…Yes, Princely Heir…”
Song Chongzhen felt as if something inside him had broken, gradually siphoning away his life.
In a daze, he heard Song Qiyun say that to ease his recovery at Plum Blossom Villa, both his son and wife had been taken into Yewang Prefecture for safekeeping…
He wanted to say that the Princely Heir need not trouble himself, but alas, his strength gradually faded away.
Eventually, he fell into eternal night, stepping into the abyss of death.
Upon waking again, he indeed saw the characteristic striped rooftops and diamond-patterned windows of Plum Blossom Villa.
Thinking of his son and wife, a rush of sickly sweetness surged to his throat, and he passed out completely.
Meanwhile, Song Qiyun changed into a casual white robe and, with his hair loose, went to the palace.
The moment he saw the Emperor of Donggao, Song Qiyun knelt down straight away.
Seeing him in such a state, the Emperor of Donggao immediately felt a pang of heartache and repeatedly asked, “What’s going on? What has made you like this?”
“Imperial Uncle, please save Qiyun. Now only you can save me.”
Song Qiyun, who normally stayed out of affairs, had suddenly become like this, startling the Emperor of Donggao significantly.
Additionally, he genuinely cherished this nephew, and without much thought, he quickly descended from his throne to personally help him up.
“What’s the matter, get up. Stand up and speak slowly, let your Imperial Uncle decide for you.”
Everything that followed went so smoothly and naturally.
Song Qiyun first mentioned how much he liked Qi Yue, but unfortunately, Qi Yue seemed indifferent, paying him no attention.
Then he spoke of the real reason why the Fox King sent his son Song Qingshan back to Yanjing: to compete with him for the alliance through marriage.
The Emperor of Donggao felt somewhat troubled upon hearing this.
After all, both Song Qiyun and Song Qingshan were his nephews.
Even though he favored Song Qiyun slightly more and was willing to entrust him with important tasks, if this matter escalated too much, it would be too difficult for him to handle excessively.
“It’s a pity, we should have specified the candidates for the alliance in the national edict. It’s just that your father said doing that would make us seem overbearing in Donggao, and it would appear as if we were earnestly seeking a marriage, worrying that Beiyuan might take offense…”
“Your Majesty, Imperial Uncle, although Miss Qi’s attitude is not clear, I still have confidence that I can persuade her to agree to marry me. However, there is now one matter that is troubling me greatly. If Your Majesty doesn’t agree, I would never dare to marry Miss Qi and would rather live the rest of my life as a devout monk, ending my days in peace. I implore Your Majesty for discernment.”
Hearing this, the Emperor of Donggao was even more surprised.
“What exactly is it? Speak freely, Yun’er. Your Uncle knows, these past years you’ve not had anyone you fancied; now that you’ve found someone you like, how could your Uncle break your chance for marriage?”
Song Qiyun immediately knelt before the Emperor of Donggao and kowtowed several times.
“Your unfilial nephew deserves death. Although I command the Royal Guards, it was only today that I learned this critical news. Please punish me, Your Majesty.”
His words were so muddled and obscure that it left the Emperor of Donggao completely dumbfounded.
“What in the world is going on? What kind of critical news is worth such a reaction?”
Song Qiyun crawled forward two steps and grabbed hold of the Emperor of Donggao’s leg.
“Your Majesty, Imperial Uncle, I also only learned of this news just now. Before his death, Qing Nanzun told my uncle, the Fox King, that Miss Qi carries a powerful weapon within herself, and her destiny is noble. Whosoever obtains her will be able to unite the four kingdoms and become the supreme ruler of the land. Upon hearing this, I truly felt panic and insecurity, and I hope Your Majesty will show mercy.”
“Is there actually such a thing?” The Emperor of Donggao was a bit astounded as well.
“Yes, I had originally sent a gift to Miss Qi to thank her for helping to eliminate Qing Nanzun, only to encounter my uncle, the Fox King, doing the same. That was when I learned of this matter. I thought that if Your Majesty is wary, I am willing to give up pursuing Miss Qi and let her choose from among my brothers and Crown Prince Qingshan to form an alliance through marriage, thus to secure the enduring prosperity of Donggao Kingdom and unite the four kingdoms!”
Song Qiyun spoke with passion and sincerity, his normally unemotional eyes almost squeezing out two lines of tears.
Moved, the Emperor of Donggao’s face broke into a smile, and he quickly had him stand up and sit beside him.
“Yun’er, you are young and inexperienced; why let such a small matter frighten you?”
Song Qiyun wiped away tears with both hands, his voice filled with sorrow, “What do you mean, Your Majesty? I do not understand.”
The Emperor of Donggao smiled faintly.
“I ask you, have you thoroughly investigated Miss Qi’s past experiences?”
“I have.”
“Then I ask you again, is Zhao Xiyan’s marriage to her genuine?”
“It is genuine.”
“If it is true, then why hasn’t Zhao Xiyan become the supreme ruler of the world? Why has he forsaken even the position of Great General and chosen to live freely as a hermit?”
