The royal family reads her mind, and the cannon fodder daughter creates the Feihou Mansion

He was unwilling to accept this. He was unwilling to see himself defeated like this, and even more unwilling to see his daughter being trampled over by that bastard Song Yunxi for the rest of her life.

Emperor Qinglong found it difficult to understand Tao Zhengchong's madness.

"Because of your stubbornness, you killed your wife and made Tao Yuechan feel as resentful and angry as you."

Seeing Song Yunxi appear in Qingyun Pavilion, Tao Zhengchong's eyes turned red: "Didn't you, the bastard, die? Why are you still alive?"

He was sure that he had hurt Song Yunxi indeed, and he had used all his strength in that palm strike. The dark energy wrapped in his true energy would enter her body and devour her internal organs, so there was no chance of her surviving at all.

"cut!"

Song Yunxi sneered, "You old lunatic are still alive, why should I die when I am young and beautiful?"

If Tao Zhengchong were told now that Song Yunxi who appeared in Guiyuan Hall that day was actually Sizhu in disguise, he would definitely become even more crazy!

She couldn't leave the capital at all these days, so Sizhu volunteered to go to Xuantian Mountain for her.

The fact that Sizhu was able to disguise herself without any flaws was all thanks to Wang Yuan.

And Tao Zhengchong also didn't know that Sizhu had been learning the art of turtle breathing since she was young, and her father had set up a defensive barrier for Sizhu, so his evil magic and dark energy could not hurt Sizhu at all.

Although Tao Zhengchong didn't know what was going on, he felt that he had been tricked by Song Wentian and his daughter. The dark aura in his heart spread unbridled, and he had no intention of restraining it, allowing the dark aura to devour his body and will.

Just when Tao Zhengchong was about to be completely swallowed by the dark aura, Elder Wen also appeared in Qingyun Pavilion and advised earnestly: "Zhengchong, if you let go of your obsession, you will still have a chance to turn back, and you must not make the same mistake again!"

Since Elder Wen was here, what else did Tao Zhengchong not understand? He was being plotted against by all of them.

"Ha ha……"

Tao Zhengchong laughed up to the sky, but his laughter was filled with sadness: "I should have known that you were on Song Wentian's side. I should have thought of it earlier."

But he was blinded by the position of the head of the sect, and he deceived himself and put himself in a desperate situation.

No matter whether it is Song Wentian or Tao Zhengchong, they are children who grew up in his eyes. Especially Song Wentian has a free and easy nature and does not like constraints. He often travels. On the contrary, Tao Zhengchong spends more time with this old man. Elder Wen really does not want to see him go to a point of no return.

When Song Wentian told him about Tao Zhengchong, he was unwilling to believe it in his heart. He was unwilling to believe that the man who loved his wife and daughter and had a gentle and easy-going temperament could have such ambitions.

But the facts finally dealt him a fatal blow, forcing him to believe it.

He didn't want to see Tao Zhengchong become a traitor to Shengyun Mountain, and he didn't want Shengyun Mountain to become a stepping stone for Tao Zhengchong's conspiracy and ambitions and be destroyed by him.

This is his responsibility as the great elder.

Emotionally speaking, Song Wentian and Song Yunxi are also his beloved juniors, and he would never sacrifice them to protect Tao Zhengchong.

Therefore, he finally brought Tao Zhengchong and his daughter to the capital to provide convenient conditions for their ambitions and opportunities for them to take action.

Elder Wen still did not give up and tried to persuade him earnestly: "Zheng Chong, think about Li Niang. If she were still alive, she would definitely not want you to be so stubborn and would not want to see you destroy yourself."

Sure enough, after hearing his wife's words, Tao Zhengchong's process of becoming evil came to a halt.

He and Li Niang grew up together as childhood sweethearts and had a very good relationship since childhood. After they got married, the couple lived in harmony with each other and were a model couple on Shengyun Mountain.

Later, Li Niang gave birth to a daughter for him, and his happiness became even more complete. He even forgot his long-standing envy, jealousy and hatred towards Song Wentian. He even felt a faint sense of superiority when he saw that Song Wentian had not gotten married and had no children of his own.

He felt that it was not bad to live like this. Even if he could not get the position of the head of the sect, even if his qualifications were far inferior to Song Wentian's, he had a happy family, which was something Song Wentian could not achieve.

But...that day, when he took his wife and daughter down the mountain for a trip and when that man found him, everything was out of his control and completely changed the original trajectory.

The man successfully aroused all the resentment and ambition hidden deep in his heart, making his heart stir again.

Are you willing to accept this? Are you willing to be outdone by Song Wentian forever? Are you willing to be stepped on by Song Wentian forever?

Is he willing?

he asked himself.

Of course I am unwilling to do so.

People only know Song Wentian from Shengyun Mountain, but they don’t know that he was also a leader among the disciples of this generation, otherwise he would not have been ranked among the four elders at such a young age.

Although everything he has is obtained through hard work and practice rather than due to outstanding talent.

But how could he be willing to be ignored and drowned like this?

He was ultimately unable to convince himself again, and ultimately unable to overcome the desires in his heart.

So, he sneaked into the Forbidden Technique Building of Shengyun Mountain and began to practice forbidden techniques.

He wanted to make Li Niang the undisputed mistress of Shengyun Mountain, and let his daughter replace Song Yunxi as the eldest lady of Shengyun Mountain, so that they could enjoy unlimited glory.

But he never dreamed that the first person to discover that he was practicing forbidden techniques was not Song Wentian, but his wife Li Niang.

Seeing him being swallowed by darkness, Li Niang's face was filled with horror and disbelief, and the blood color on her face faded away and turned as pale as paper.

At that moment he felt ashamed of himself, but had nowhere to hide.

Li Niang neither blamed him nor despised him. She just advised him not to expect anything that did not belong to him, and advised him to let go of his obsession and live a good life. She and her daughter would always be with him.

He couldn't bear to see Li Niang sad, so he finally nodded and agreed.

Looking at Li Niang's tearful smile, at that moment he felt that his decision was correct.

It’s okay to be mediocre, it’s also good for a family of three to live happily for a lifetime.

But God took away his only happiness.

Although he stopped practicing the forbidden techniques, they still controlled his will and mind, causing him to completely lose control.

When he came to his senses, Li Niang had already fallen in a pool of blood.

He looked at his blood-stained hands in disbelief and picked up Li Niang tremblingly.

She used her last breath to wipe away his tears with a smile, telling him that she was very happy and asking him not to blame himself or be sad.

"Brother Chong, raise our daughter well..."

Li Niang weakly spoke out her final wishes and instructions: "Let it go, don't... don't practice those forbidden techniques that destroy people's will... live well..."

Li Niang died, and his last bit of sanity was shattered.

He resented God, resented himself, and resented the man who had bewitched him into practicing forbidden techniques...but he hated Song Wentian even more.

If it weren't for Song Wentian, he would never have practiced the forbidden technique, Li Niang would not have died, and nothing would have happened.