The villain's large rollover scene in Quick Travel Guide

Purple Smoke Country.

Near dawn, a caravan quietly entered the city under the cover of darkness.

"Master? Do you want to speak to His Majesty?" Outside the carriage, the guard asked in a low voice.

"No need." The cold female voice contained no emotion.

The guard hesitated twice, but finally said nothing.

They always thought that the person who was sent to Jinling was the third prince, but they didn't expect that it was the princess.

After the shock, there was deep confusion.

Some of them already have wives and children. No matter how difficult the decision is, they cannot make any decision for their uninformed children, let alone such a life-and-death matter.

Jing Ling put down the book in her hand, raised the curtain, and jumped out of the carriage.

The reason why she went through all the trouble to return to Ziyan was for no other reason than to solve the original owner's last obsession and those few problems.

The relationship between the original owner and his parents, when he died, had already been regarded as a past event and vanished into ashes.

From then on, the sky is high and the road is far away, and there is no more involvement.

……

Following the memory, Jing Ling quickly arrived at the original owner's palace.

The palace of the original owner was brightly lit.

Jing Ling also heard a lot of royal gossip along the way. He heard that "An Jingling" had a drastic change in personality because she was too worried about her brother Wang who was sent to another country. She didn't go out every day and only stayed in her palace to protect herself. Brother Wang chanted sutras and prayed.

So you can imagine who the people in this palace are.

Jing Ling stood in front of the hall, looking through the cracks in the window at the people sitting at the table writing, paused, and finally did not open the door and go in.

I don't know if it's because of the telepathy of a compatriot, but the original owner has never doubted his brother Wang, from the beginning to the end.

Further forward, there is the palace of the original owner and concubine.

Looking from a distance, there were not many palace guards outside the palace, only two young palace maids holding lanterns and leaning against the pillars, sleeping soundly, while low sobs could be heard from time to time in the dark palace.

Jing Ling opened the door and walked in.

I don't know if it was because they were too focused on crying, but the people in the room didn't notice anyone coming in.

"Ling'er... Ling'er, it's my mother who is sorry for you..." The sobs continued.

Jing Ling leaned against the wall and suddenly felt lucky that she was wearing more clothes.

I can’t understand whether not lighting a fire in the house in the middle of winter is to torture myself or others.

Jing Ling took out a luminous pearl from his arms and placed it on the table.

In an instant, the room was as bright as day.

What caught his eye was a middle-aged woman with wrinkled clothes and red eyes from crying.

Jing Ling hesitated for a while and then addressed herself to the dignified and beautiful mother-in-law in the memory of the original owner.

Why, no wonder it is said that art comes from reality. It turns out that there are really people just like the tragic heroine in Qiong Yao's drama. After what happened, she just cried.

"Ling'er..." The woman suddenly stopped crying and looked at the dignified but indifferent girl in front of her in disbelief.

"I must be dreaming! How could Ling'er be here! They say Ling'er is dead." The woman shook her head blankly and murmured to herself, but she didn't want to move her eyes away at all.

Jing Ling: "...I'm dreaming." Otherwise, how could he possibly replace his son with his daughter?This shows how confused I was sleeping.

There are so many ways to solve the problem, you have to choose the one that drives everyone into a dead end.

After a moment of silence, a burst of sad crying suddenly came from the palace.

Jing Ling coldly avoided the woman who was about to rush over to hug her, feeling a little tired in her heart.

Not from her, but from the emotional residue of the original owner himself.

Now that things have happened, there is no point in crying.

There is no regret medicine for sale in this world.

All the guilt, regret, sadness, and tears are worthless in front of the corpse of the deceased.