After rebirth, the Queen of Madness has gone against the will of Heaven

"Murong Yan, come back!"

Yu Qingli almost shouted out the name with gritted teeth. She didn't understand. She clearly didn't have much interaction with this person in her previous life. Could it be that after living a new life, she had more unnecessary entanglements?

The cold moonlight sprinkled on Yu Qingli's face, coating her entire face with a layer of light and clear light. The suppressed anger merged with this light, with a hint of elegance and a touch of charm. Even Murong Yanhui, who was used to seeing beauties, could not help but be moved by the beauty before him. At this moment, Yu Qingli was like the goddess of the moon.

Sure enough, the woman he likes is special!

The playfulness in Murong Yanhui's eyes gradually faded away. During the time they were together, every time he thought that this woman was going to fall into a cliché, she always brought him unexpected surprises. As a result, his initial interest and jokes gradually turned into a bit of curiosity.

"Miss, ma'am..."

The sudden knock on the door startled both people in the room. It was really not appropriate for others to see them in this state.

The large hand around her waist suddenly loosened, and Yu Qingli regained her freedom. She quickly stood up from the couch, straightened her slightly damp clothes, and asked in a calm and cool tone, "What's the matter?"

It seemed like in just a moment, all the embarrassment and anger faded from Yu Qingli's face, and she was still the same cold Yu Qingli as before.

"I heard some noise in the young lady's room, and also heard..."

"Nothing, you heard it wrong!" Yu Qingli's voice was almost dull, but with a hint of alienation and coldness, which made one feel a bit chilly in the bright night.

"But……"

Mei Hong, who was outside the door, was very puzzled. She got up to use the toilet at night and went to the lady's room as usual to see if the lady needed anything. As a result, she clearly heard the lady calling someone's name, which seemed to be Murong. Could she have heard it wrong?

"Okay, you go down and rest."

Yu Qingli glanced coldly at Murong Yanhui, who had been half-leaning on the couch leisurely since Mei Hong came over. If Mei Hong didn't leave, this person probably wouldn't be able to leave either.

Murong Yanhui looked at Yu Qingli calmly, who showed no sign of panic, and was somewhat disappointed. He thought that at least the sudden appearance of this maid would slightly break Yu Qingli's cold mask.

Mei Hong hesitated for a moment, and then left. She tried to convince herself that she must have heard it wrong, otherwise why would an unmarried lady call a man's name in her dream?

Only when the footsteps outside the door gradually faded away did Yu Qingli feel relieved. She said coldly to Murong Yan, who was still leaning on the couch with no intention of leaving, "It's late at night. Your Highness should return quickly. If there's anything, we can talk tomorrow!"

Is this an order to evict us?

Murong Yan raised her eyebrows and glanced at the moon hanging high in the sky. Okay, let her go for now.

Yu Qingli stood up quickly, only to see a dark shadow flash before her eyes. When she looked closely, there was no sign of Murong Yanhui. With her heart finally at ease, Yu Qingli slumped down in her chair. Then, as if remembering something, she went to close the window, only to see a head suddenly hang down from it. She took two steps back in fright.

A smile suddenly blossomed on the head outside the window. "I forgot to remind you one thing. Privately keeping the official seal is a serious crime. However, if anything happens, you are always welcome to come to me!"

Yu Qingli's beautiful eyes suddenly widened. He had indeed seen it!

"Murong..."

Going closer, there was no sign of anyone outside the window. Only the cool moonlight, the shadowy trees, and the slightly cool night breeze.

Yu Qingli calmed down and reviewed what happened tonight. Suddenly, she realized that Murong Yanhui's appearance was extremely unreasonable. Glancing at the snacks casually placed on the table, Yu Qingli was stunned. Could it be that this person came here specifically to bring her food?

She wasn't that naive! Following her all the way from the villa back to the palace, the King of Yan's purpose was probably more than what she saw.

Could it be... because of that person? !

Yu Qingli bit her lips tightly. The man who broke her heart, the man who made her suffer in the cold palace, the man who even did not let her child go, if she remembered correctly, he would be here soon!

A fishy-sweet smell filled her mouth, and Yu Qingli then realized the pain coming from her lips. She sneered, how could this little pain compare to the piercing pain she felt that day?

A trace of cruelty flashed across his eyes, "Murong Feng! In this life, I will make you pay with blood!"

Revenge would not be achieved in a day or two. Right now, she had to take good care of her mother and get enough rest, waiting for Murong Feng to appear!

An unexpectedly good night’s sleep, without any dreams or nightmares!

The next morning, when Mei Hong came in with the water for washing, Yu Qingli had already gotten up and was sitting in front of the bronze mirror, deep in thought.

"Miss, why are you up so early? I was just thinking of calling you."

Yu Qingli responded softly, "Oh, I woke up when it was daybreak."

Mei Hong swiftly stepped forward to help Yu Qingli wash up, and picked up a light green embroidered long skirt from the cabinet.

"Don't wear this, change into white mourning clothes!"

Mei Hong was stunned. The lady had been dead for many days. Although she was still alive, there was no reason for her to wear mourning clothes during the 49th day after her death.

"What are you standing there for? Just take it if you're told to."

Mei Hong quickly put the long skirt in her hand back into the cabinet and took out the mourning clothes. When she looked back, Yu Qingli had already tied her hair into a simple bun, with only a white pearl flower inserted in her temples.

A moment later, Yu Qingli changed into mourning clothes and stood in front of the bronze mirror.

Perhaps she had a good rest yesterday, the woman in the mirror did not look tired at all, her eyebrows and eyes were clear and bright. Although her slightly thin face was a little pale, she did not look sick at all.

Yu Qingli nodded with satisfaction and stood up from the bronze mirror. This was exactly the state she wanted.

Mei Hong behind her looked at Yu Qingli in front of her, with a hint of surprise in her eyes. How could her young lady be so beautiful and outstanding, unparalleled in the world?

The saying "one should look pretty in mourning clothes" was just a common saying in Meihong's mind. She didn't believe that this mourning dress could be more beautiful than the colorful silk.

But the scene before her forced her to overturn her previous idea. Yu Qingli, dressed in mourning clothes, was like a green lotus just emerging from the water, independent and aloof from the world, with a hint of coldness and aloofness. Her stunning face matched with this extraordinary white dress made her look as inviolable as a celestial being, as if all the colors between heaven and earth had become turbid, and only this touch of white was the most moving.

Yu Qingli took light steps and saw Mei Hong still standing there in a daze. She frowned slightly and asked, "Why aren't you leaving yet?"

Mei Hong finally came to her senses and followed after her in two quick steps, sighing in her heart, a young lady is a young lady, and this mourning dress is indeed more heart-wrenching and solemn than other clothes. Besides sighing, she couldn't help but feel a little envious, wondering when she could be as elegant as the young lady.

"Have all the people arrived?" Yu Qingli asked in a low voice, her tone calm and gentle. Only she knew what kind of anxiety was hidden under this seemingly calm tone.

"To reply to Miss, everyone who was notified yesterday should have already left. However, it's still early now, so I don't think everyone has arrived yet."

Yu Qingli nodded, "In that case, let's go have dinner first, and then you go inform my father!"

Mei Hong paused, "Master, are you going too?"

Yu Qingli glanced at her and said, "Of course. How could my father not be present for such a big event?" Besides, if it weren't for her father, how could these clan members agree to attend so easily?

Yu Qingli is not so conceited as to think that she can do whatever she wants in the Yu family. Naturally, the only person recognized by the Yu family's relatives is her father, the Prime Minister.

"But what if the master doesn't go?"

Meihong was a little worried. The master and the young lady had been like sworn enemies these days. Now the young lady asked her to invite the master. How could the master possibly go?

"Just go and invite them. Remember to tell my father that all the clan members have gone there. My father will definitely go."

Yu Qingli spoke with a firm tone. Having lived two lives, she knew Yu Zhengsha thoroughly. He always presented himself as upright and filial, let alone in front of these elderly clan elders?

Mei Hong was skeptical. Although she had always admired the young lady and had never doubted her words, judging from the behavior between the father and daughter in recent days, she was vaguely worried.

The master and servant went to have breakfast together, and then they heard the servants who had been in the mansion for some time talking about, "I don't know what day it is today, but I saw many elders of the Yu family going to the ancestral hall early in the morning."

Yu Qingli raised her eyebrows. It seemed like it was time to ask for help.

While Mei Hong went to ask for help, Yu Qingli walked lightly with her mother's urn towards the Yu family ancestral hall.

In her previous life, she had never been to this ancestral temple. She only vaguely remembered that this place would only call all the clan members to the temple when something serious happened in the family or when there was something important happening in the clan. When Yu Qingli was very young and Yu Zhengsha had not yet become the prime minister, his status was not enough to allow him to enter the temple and speak.

Later, Yu Zhengsha's official position became higher and higher, and his status in the clan also became higher and higher. Even some of his uncles, grandfathers and great-grandfathers could not help but look at him differently, and spoke to him more politely. They would even write to Yu Zhengsha to ask him for help in making decisions on some important matters in the clan.

Yu Qingli held her mother's ashes and stood in front of the Yu family's ancestral hall. The vermilion gate and the tall black gilded plaque gave the Yu family's ancestral hall the solemnity and majesty it deserved. The mighty and ferocious lions on both sides of the hall were intimidating.