After the death of the host: the tyrant cried red eyes

The chief guard murmured in his heart, wondering why His Majesty didn't take immediate action to prevent future troubles?

He held the heavy imperial edict tightly in his arms, a wry smile flashed across his brows, and he walked towards Feng Qingtang with heavy steps.

Along the way, the breeze blew gently, rolling up a few fallen leaves that swirled around his feet, as if telling the helplessness and entanglements within the palace.

The heart of the chief guard was like the fallen leaves in autumn, chaotic and desolate. He secretly speculated that this would probably give Concubine Shen's arrogance a boost, and her already cunning eyes would surely sparkle with even more complacency.

After being banished from the palace, the former prosperity seemed like a dream. Her natal family, the Zheng family, also encountered great changes and was no longer prosperous. For a moment, Zheng Huirong seemed like a rootless duckweed, drifting everywhere.

Full of helplessness and reluctance, she could only temporarily take shelter under her aunt's seemingly warm eaves. However, she never expected that this so-called safe haven was just the beginning of another storm.

Outside the door, the howling autumn wind, mixed with the indifferent conversation inside the house, pierced Zheng Huirong's heart.

Those faces that were once full of care and smiles have now become strange and cruel.

"Your niece has been staying here for several days. When will she leave? Do you want us to support her for the rest of her life?"

Liang Qi's voice was full of dissatisfaction.

"Hui Rong has nowhere to go right now, so why not keep her for a while? She is my niece after all."

My aunt tried her best to defend herself, with a barely perceptible tremor in her voice.

"Why not? What if her bad luck spreads to our family? I want to get promoted and make a fortune."

Liang Qi's voice became increasingly impatient.

"But Huirong is gone, where can she go?"

My aunt's tone was full of worry and helplessness.

"She can go anywhere. She has all the necessary skills. She can find a rich family to be a maid. If that doesn't work, a brothel is also an option."

Liang Qi's words revealed coldness and ruthlessness.

"Master..." The aunt wanted to continue pleading for Huirong, but her voice was as thin as a mosquito.

Zheng Huirong was standing outside the door at this moment. Every word was like a sharp arrow, piercing her heart. Filled with shame and anger, she took a deep breath, pushed the door open resolutely, with unquestionable determination flashing in her eyes.

"Aunt, there's no need to say more. I'm leaving now. I don't want to stay in the Liang family any longer."

Her voice was calm and firm, with an unquestionable dignity.

When Liang Qi found out that his private whisper was discovered, instead of showing any embarrassment, he looked very proud, as if he had expected it.

However, Zheng Huirong's still upright and proud posture made him feel inexplicably irritated.

"Goodbye, but Mr. Zheng, please be polite to me as an official. Today, as a relative, please remember to kneel and bow to me next time we meet."

His words were full of threats and sarcasm.

"you……

! ”

Faced with Liang Qi's smug face, Zheng Huirong suppressed the anger in her chest, took a deep breath, turned around and left Liang's house resolutely with disdain and unwillingness in her eyes.

The contempt of a mere fifth-rank official was like an unforgettable brand. She remembered this humiliation in her heart and vowed to seek justice in the future.

……

Zheng Huirong walked in the night, slowly moving towards Prince Yong's mansion according to the path she remembered.

She thought to herself that if Yan Qi really intended to rebel, perhaps she could take this opportunity to make a deal with him.

She helped him ascend the throne, and he promised to make her the queen mother of the country after he succeeded.

At that time, both Shen Bingning and Liang Qi would crawl at her feet and regret their decisions.

However, the distance from Liang Mansion to Prince Yong's Mansion, only three streets away, became the turning point of her destiny.

Zheng Huirong had just turned the corner of the first street when she was struck by a sudden disaster. A dark hand stretched out from behind her, knocked her unconscious quickly, and took her away from the bustling street.

When she woke up again, she found herself in a deserted and dilapidated temple. She was chilled to the bone and there was a ragged beggar beside her. His greedy eyes wandered over her, making her feel unprecedented fear.

When the beggar saw her wake up, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and then he turned and walked out, calling out loudly as he walked: "Master Pei, she's awake."

As the footsteps got closer, a man with a gloomy face walked into the ruined temple. It was Pei Yan.

He stared coldly at Zheng Huirong who was struggling to sit up, with a hideous smile on his lips.

"Princess Zheng is awake. Oh, no, now I should call you Zheng Shuren."

There was an unspeakable irony in his words.

Zheng Huirong looked at Pei Yan who was approaching in horror, and her body involuntarily shrank back, and asked cautiously: "You...

who are you? "

Pei Yan laughed out loud when he heard this, and his laughter sounded particularly mournful in this dilapidated temple.

"Who am I? I am the ghost who almost died under your cold command."

His eyes burned with revenge.

"That's nonsense! I never meant to kill you. I don't even know you."

Zheng Huirong tried her best to refute and clear up this sudden misunderstanding.

"There are countless innocent souls who died at the hands of Concubine Zheng. Naturally, Concubine Zheng cannot remember every one of them. Let me help you recall."

Before Pei Yan finished speaking, the short blade in his hand had quietly been unsheathed. The sharp tip of the blade slowly slid across Zheng Huirong's face and finally stopped beside her fragile neck.

"More than a month ago, I was still working in the palace. I was caught meeting my lover at night because of a moment of carelessness. Zheng Shuren, do you remember anything?"

His words seemed to carry an invisible pressure that made people feel cold.

Some vague memories emerged in Zheng Huirong's mind. Didn't the concubine named Yu Xiuhe have executed them all?

Why is this person still standing in front of me alive?

"Thanks to Concubine Yu for showing mercy and letting us go, otherwise I would never have the chance to settle the score with you in person."

Pei Yan sneered, gently lifted Zheng Huirong's collar with the tip of the knife, and revealed a cruel smile, "You ruined my future, tell me, how are you going to compensate me?"

As the collar tore open, a piece of delicate skin was exposed. The beggar standing by swallowed greedily with a burning gaze.

Zheng Huirong hurriedly protected her chest, her voice filled with helplessness and panic: "You...

What do you want to do? "

"What? Of course I want to taste Miss Zheng's precious body. Is there anything else Miss Zheng can offer me to compensate me?"

Pei Yan's words were full of evil.

Zheng Huirong struggled desperately, kicking the ground with her toes, trying to escape from this nightmarish scene.

"leave me alone!"

Pei Yan winked at the beggar and whispered, "You restrain her first. When I'm done enjoying myself, it will be your turn."

Upon hearing this, the beggar rushed forward and roughly held down the struggling Zheng Huirong. Everything seemed to be a foregone conclusion...

At the same time, inside the Zheng family's cell, it was dark. Zheng Yanmin waved his arms angrily, knocked over the water cup that Mrs. Zheng handed to him tremblingly, and cursed.