Did the eldest daughter ascend the throne today?

Rong Jing's eyebrows jumped, and he looked at her deeply. "In reply to the princess, I was born in a poor family. My ancestors have been farmers for generations. I was born posthumously, and my widowed mother raised me by selling tofu."

"I was very intelligent when I was young. I would lie on the wall and eavesdrop on the private school teacher next door. When the teacher found out, he was very fond of my talent and took me in as his disciple and sponsored me throughout my schooling. That’s how I am today."

What he said was extremely concise and everything can be checked.

Ning Zhiwei thought there was nothing wrong with it, but she knew it was not that simple.

The eldest princess frowned. Did she misunderstand?

She had a difficult delivery that year and finally gave birth to the baby after three days and three nights. She only had time to see the baby once and vaguely remembered that there was a red mole on the baby's arm.

She suffered severe hemorrhage after childbirth and was finally saved. She recuperated for a very long time, and it was half a year later before she was able to sit up.

When I saw the child again, there was nothing on his arms.

No matter whether it was the wet nurse, the maid, the imperial physician, or the prince consort, everyone said in unison that the child had no red mole and that she was sick and had made a mistake.

Back then, she believed it.

However, when she saw the red mole on Rong Jing's arm, this forgotten past event came to her mind again, making her restless and full of doubts.

"Can I meet your mother?" You'll know whether it's true or not once you find out.

Rong Jing pursed his lips slightly, "When I was twelve years old, my mother died of illness."

The eldest princess was very disappointed. It might be a mistake. When taking the imperial examination, the family background must be checked, and the family must be clean for more than three generations. Rong Jing was the top six in the exam, so the check was more strict.

"Feel sorry."

Ning Zhiwei rolled her eyes, "Princess, why are you suddenly so concerned about Lord Rong's background?"

The princess was a little embarrassed, she was suspicious, "I always feel that Lord Rong is very kind, as if I have seen him somewhere before."

Ning Zhiwei looked at the eldest princess, then at Rong Jing, and said with a smile, "Maybe you were relatives in your previous life. You know what, the eldest princess and Lord Rong look a bit alike."

In her previous life, she was far away on the battlefield killing enemies and didn't know much about what happened in the capital. She only heard that the eldest princess and Rong Jing, mother and son, had an unfortunate fate and never recognized each other until their death.

The problem is, she has no evidence! How can she explain it based on just a rumor?

All she could do was to arouse the suspicion of the two men.

The princess' heart skipped a beat. "How are they similar?"

Ning Zhiwei pointed at their eyes and said, "When they smile, they look very similar. Both of them have a pair of watery peach blossom eyes. When they smile, they have a hazy feeling of being drunk. The eldest princess's is more charming, while Lord Rong's temperament is colder, which suppresses this charm. However, you two don't smile much, so others can't see it."

Rong Jing and the eldest princess looked at each other, are they alike?

There was a commotion outside, "Princess, Princess, something happened to Jin'er." It was the anxious voice of the prince consort.

The eldest princess suddenly stood up and rushed out, and the scene she saw made her eyes go dark.

Su Mingjin was unconscious, his whole body was wet, his clothes were frozen, his face was an unhealthy gray, and he was dying.

"Quick, send it in."

A group of people surrounded Su Mingjin and busied themselves around him, pouring ginger tea into his mouth, warming himself by the fire, and rubbing his body with wine. They were really busy.

Ning Zhiwei took a look and pulled Rong Jing back to the small flower hall next to him. The maid brought the sweat-inducing medicine prescribed by the imperial physician. Rong Jing took it and drank it all in one gulp. It was bitter, too bitter.

A plate of preserves was brought to him and he was stunned.

Ning Zhiwei raised her chin, "What are you daydreaming about? Eat."

Rong Jing took a candied fruit and put it in his mouth. The sweet taste melted in his mouth, diluting the bitterness. "Thank you."

"Won't the county lady go in and take a look?"

Ning Zhiwei wished Su Mingjin was dead.

"What does it have to do with me? Ah, I have to complain to the emperor first. I am tired of causing trouble in my territory."

"Master Rong, you will have to testify for me then."

Rong Jing raised the corner of his mouth slightly, "Okay."

As he was talking, a figure rushed in, "Rong Jing, you killed my son, go to hell."

It was Su Haozhi. He was holding a long sword and looked like a mad tiger, stabbing at Rong Jing fiercely.

There is murderous intent!

Rong Jing jumped up suddenly and was about to avoid it, but hesitated when he saw Ning Zhiwei beside him.

If he avoided it, Ning Zhiwei would be the first to bear the brunt.

He pulled Ning Zhiwei up and retreated. Su Haozhi seemed to have gone mad, slashing and hacking wildly with his sword.

The flower hall was not big and there was no room for maneuver. It was dangerous and the whole place was in chaos.

Ning Zhiwei tripped over something and fell to the ground. A fierce light flashed in Su Haozhi's eyes and he slashed at her with his sword.

All go to hell.

"Be careful." Rong Jing rushed over and protected Ning Zhiwei tightly under him.

Su Haozhi stabbed hard, his eyes full of satisfaction, killing two with one sword. Good, great! Let them all be buried with Jin'er.

A dagger flew in and hit Su Haozhi's arm holding the sword. Su Haozhi froze and his arm dropped limply.

It was Xiao Linfeng, who rushed in quickly, "Prince Consort, what crime should you be charged with for assassinating an official of the imperial court?"

Su Haozhi glared at Rong Jing fiercely, full of hatred, "It was him who killed Jin'er, I want him to pay with his life."

Xiao Linfeng was stunned, "Prince Jin is dead?"

Ning Zhiwei stood up, picked up the sword and stabbed Su Haozhi fiercely.

The bastard actually hit her with a sword.

Xiao Linfeng reacted very quickly and grabbed her, "County Lady, please show some mercy, he is the Prince Consort."

Life or death is decided by His Majesty.

Ning Zhiwei suppressed her anger. She had just seen it clearly. Su Haozhi wanted to kill not only Rong Jing, but also her.

She angrily accused, "He just tried to kill me."

A cry of surprise came from the side, "My Lord, Prince Jin is alive again."

Su Wuzhi rushed over like a gust of wind.

What the hell? One moment he was dead, the next moment he was alive again? Ning Zhiwei went over to ask, and only then did she know that Su Mingjin really had no breath just now, but he recovered after the imperial physician gave him first aid.

The imperial physician explained, "This is a state of suspended animation. It can be cured with the right treatment."

Ning Zhiwei felt so sorry, why couldn’t she die?

"Sure enough, the evil lives for a thousand years."

Rong Jing pursed his lips. He would rather die here than die.

I don't know how long it took, "He's awake, Prince Jin is awake."

Su Mingjin struggled to open his eyes. It was cold, so cold. Where was this? Hades? Was he dead? Would he be able to see that woman again after he died?

She was so resolute and strong that we would never see each other again, whether we die or not.

A familiar voice came from my ear, "Jin'er, you finally woke up, how do you feel?"

Su Mingjin's thoughts were extremely confused and he was stunned. "Father, how come you are still alive?"

Su Haozhi: ...

"What's wrong with you? Are you confused by the fever?"

Su Mingjin felt uncomfortable all over, his body was alternately hot and cold, his head ached as if it was about to explode, and he couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.

His confused eyes quickly swept across everyone's faces.

Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure, stunned and infatuated, his eyes gradually turned red, "Madam, I miss you so much."

Everyone looked at Ning Zhiwei. What? Madam?

Ning Zhiwei's heart skipped a beat.