When a "Sea King" is Bound to a System [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 62.2.1

…Yue people, or are Nan Yue people themselves.”

Jiang Yan was slightly startled. Thinking about it carefully, it seemed plausible. As far as she knew, the Right Chancellor had automatically surrendered to the State of Qin when the city of Nan Yue was broken.

“In that case, is Kong Xiu also one?”

Baili Qi nodded. “He was the only son of the Sikong family, the largest family in Nan Yue. After Nan Yue City fell, he was taken away by a Qin couple and changed his surname to Kong.”

No wonder Kong Xiu could gather so many people with his words. It turned out he had such a deep family background.

Jiang Yan examined the list again, and some things became self-evident.

“Since you’ve already gathered so many people, you could easily destabilize the Qin government. Why give these people to me for free?”

Baili Qi looked at her intently and caressed her hand. “I thought I had made myself clear. Don’t you understand yet?”

Jiang Yan’s heart pounded, beating like a drum. She lowered her eyes and said coquettishly, “How would I know if you don’t say it?”

Baili Qi curved her lips and kissed the corner of her mouth. “Do you understand now?”

Jiang Yan felt she understood, but she wanted Baili Qi to say it out loud. Before long, the two rolled together, and Baili Qi made her understand with actions.

Early the next morning, the King of Qin sent for her. Jiang Yan didn’t even have time to eat. She dragged her heavy body to the Hall of Diligent Governance, cursing Baili Qi several times in her mind.

She didn’t know how long she would have to stand there. Alas, her slender, delicate legs.

The Hall of Diligent Governance was uncharacteristically quiet, an ominous stillness. Jiang Yan felt something was wrong. She signaled to Baili Qi behind her. Baili Qi understood, gradually lagged behind Jiang Yan and Su Yi, and then disappeared into a corner.

Jiang Yan entered the King of Qin’s bedchamber and saw the unconscious King of Qin and Wan’erong lying on the soft couch beside him, her belly heavily swollen.

“Ninth Princess is here.”

Wan’erong’s face was extremely pale, as if she could die at any moment.

Jiang Yan had no fondness for her. She said coldly, “What happened to my Royal Father?”

He looked like he had fainted again. Why were there no imperial physicians around?

Wan’erong shakily got up with the help of a maid, and knelt before Jiang Yan.

Jiang Yan stepped back, startled. “What trick are you trying to pull now?”

Wan’erong painfully bowed her head, her voice pleading, “Ninth Princess, please save my child.”

Jiang Yan had zero trust in this woman and intuitively felt she was up to something.

“Your child will naturally be saved by the Crown Prince. I can’t intervene.”

Wan’erong looked up, her face full of shock. “You… you know everything?”

Jiang Yan sneered, mockingly. “Did you think your methods were so brilliant? You might deceive anyone else in this palace, but you can’t fool me. If you hadn’t put on that performance of ‘risking your life to save the King’ back then, how could my Royal Father have let you enter the palace?”

And all of it was too coincidental to be anything but a conspiracy.

Wan’erong’s face turned ashen. She muttered, “I regret colluding with a tiger. Ninth Princess, can you, for your Royal Father’s sake, help me this one time?”

Jiang Yan was furious, wanting to slap her. How dare she say that?

“Isn’t my Royal Father in this state because of you? How dare you say that?”

Wan’erong finally couldn’t hold it together, burying her face and weeping bitterly. At first, she came only with a mission, but she hadn’t expected to fall in love with this man. She hadn’t originally wanted this child, but he treated her so gently that it gave her the illusion that they could grow old together.

Now the child was almost full-term. The person she could rely on was lying unconscious in bed, unsure when he would wake up. She could only beg Qin Yan to help her because she knew Qin Ji would not let this child live.

“Ninth Princess, everything before was my fault. I accept any beating or scolding you wish to give me. I only beg you to give this child a chance to live. He is innocent. Let the consequences of my sins fall only on me, not on my child.

Once the news of your Royal Father’s collapse spreads, Qin Ji will surely make his move. When that happens, my child will certainly not escape death. Ninth Princess, I beg you.”

Wan’erong cautiously crawled over, clutching Jiang Yan’s skirt hem, her demeanor utterly humble.

Jiang Yan was conflicted and wavering. Then, the eunuch’s high-pitched voice came.

“His Royal Highness the Crown Prince arrives!”

Wan’erong’s hand slipped away, and the hope in her eyes slowly died out.