Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks

Chapter 3222: An Atmosphere of Solemnity and Intense Tension

Yin Qing’s tears fell to the ground and spread out like splashes of water.

The entire capital was steeped in an atmosphere of solemnity and intense tension. Every household had tightly shut its doors.

Footsteps echoed outside, accompanied by an aura of killing intent that sent chills down one’s spine.

Everyone was gripped with fear and unease.

Ning Shu sat quietly in the courtyard, embroidering the character for ‘longevity.’

“Miss, how can you still be in the mood to embroider with everything going on outside?” Lianqiao asked anxiously.

“Why shouldn’t I embroider?” Ning Shu countered. “Just because something’s happening outside, I’m not allowed to embroider anymore?”

Lianqiao: …

“Miss, you know what I mean. Aren’t you afraid at all?” she asked, unable to hold back. “How can you be so calm?”

“There’s no use getting anxious. What’s meant to happen will happen, so what’s the point of worrying?” Ning Shu replied.

She had enough strength to deal with whatever came next. That was why she wasn’t the least bit nervous.

Even if Zhuo Cheran somehow managed to become emperor, which wasn’t guaranteed, she still had ways to pull him down from that position.

So, really, she had no reason to panic.

Ning Shu set aside her embroidery, rolled her neck a little, and picked up the teapot to pour herself a cup of tea.

She drank it slowly, unhurriedly.

Seeing Ning Shu’s composure, Lianqiao began to calm down as well. When she saw Ning Shu finish her tea, she quickly stepped forward to pour another cup.

“Miss, who do you think will take the throne in the end?” Lianqiao couldn’t help but ask.

Ning Shu propped her chin on one hand, tapping the table idly with her fingers.

“If the crown prince and the other imperial princes can join forces, dealing with Zhuo Cheran shouldn’t be a problem. After all, many ants can kill an elephant.

“But…”

“But what?” Lianqiao asked eagerly.

Ning Shu wore a languid expression.

But Zhuo Cheran was Heaven’s favored one. Who knew? Before the imperial princes could even defeat him, their selfish desires might get in the way. Each one of them might try to seize an advantage in the chaos, hoping to benefit from the disorder. If that was the case, in the end, they’d all be kneeling before Zhuo Cheran.

“But what?” Lianqiao asked. Her voice rose in worry. “Will the prince’s heir be the emperor? If so, what’d happen to our household—Marquis Xuanping’s household?”

Ning Shu burst out laughing. “So even you understand that, huh?”

“Miss! He used to be your betrothed. If he becomes emperor, no one will dare marry you,” Lianqiao said, stomping her foot. “Miss, even a servant like me knows that much!”

No one dared touch a woman who had once belonged to the emperor, even if he had discarded her.

“Then I simply won’t get married,” Ning Shu said casually.

“Miss…” Lianqiao looked at her with a hint of sadness. “You’re such a wonderful person. How could you spend your whole life locked away in this rear courtyard?

“You should be happy. You should be loved by your husband, surrounded by children and grandchildren, and grow old in wealth and peace.”

Ning Shu smiled sweetly. “Thanks for the kind words. But first, you’ll have to find me a man. After all, who would dare challenge Zhuo Cheran?”

Lianqiao: …

“This is all the prince’s heir’s fault!”

“Go stand watch at the front gate. If Father returns, come tell me right away. I’m going to find Mother,” Ning Shu instructed.

“Yes, Miss.”

Ning Shu made her way to Madame Rongguo, who was at the old madame’s courtyard. The room was filled with women, each of whom had fear written plainly on their faces.

“Zhuru,” the old lady called out when she saw Ning Shu. Her face was full of worry.

“Grandmother, let me massage your temples,” Ning Shu said gently. She walked over, then pressed her fingers lightly to the old madame’s temples and began kneading them with care.

MTL Editor: Ran