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

Murong Feng glanced around, but didn't see the woman he loved. He couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. Didn't she come out to greet him? However, this disappointment was fleeting, and was quickly replaced by a gentleness that filled his heart and eyes.

Yu Zhengsha also hurried forward and welcomed Murong Feng in. "Your Highness, you have had a hard journey. Come into the palace."

There was no flattery like an ordinary official, nor any deliberate fawning, just the most plain greetings of friends, and his arrogant temperament was revealed in his words.

Murong Feng just nodded slightly and followed Yu Zhengsha inside. Jiang Bai had already ordered people to pull the carriage to the backyard.

Entering the inner courtyard, the mourning hall is located in the inner courtyard.

Yu Qingli did not go to the door to greet Murong Feng. As a girl waiting to be married, she could not host the reception of guests while her father was still alive.

Of course, this is only one reason. Another point is that she really needs time to calm down her emotions. If she goes out now, she will just want to tear Murong Feng apart due to the negative emotions of sadness and resentment. But she knows that it is not possible. Now is not the time. In this life, her every step and all her efforts have just begun.

Kneeling in front of her mother's mourning hall, Yu Qingli suppressed the hatred in her heart and only revealed an extremely sad emotion. This was the emotion she needed now.

There were footsteps coming in twos and threes, getting closer and closer, and then, a figure that was so familiar to her that it frightened her appeared in front of Yu Qingli.

Even after two lifetimes, Yu Qingli had to admit that the man in front of her had a body that could drive women crazy.

Today, Murong Feng was dressed in a white brocade robe, with only a jade pendant tied around his waist. His black hair was tied up, and his handsome face was always wearing a gentle and warm smile. The subtle nobility made him even more handsome, especially the white robe that seemed to be tailor-made for him.

Yu Qingli had never seen anyone who suited the color white as well as Murong Feng. It seemed that only he could interpret this purest color between heaven and earth to the fullest. What a graceful young man, what a member of the royal family.

At this moment, Yu Qingli felt that her blood had solidified into ice. Her bare hands clenched into fists within her sleeves, and her nails dug straight into her flesh, as if only this kind of pain could allow her to suppress the hatred in her heart.

She lowered her brows and knelt there motionless. Her body couldn't help but tremble slightly, and her lips were almost bloodless. Facing the man who gently killed her, she wished she could eat his flesh and drink his blood.

But she tried to tell herself, wait, wait a little longer, it’s not the right time yet, everything has just begun, everything is still in time.

Murong Feng saw at a glance the beautiful girl who was dressed in plain clothes but whose radiant beauty could not be concealed. She was kneeling straight in front of the mourning hall, emitting an inexplicable sadness and unspeakable loneliness, as if the whole world had left her.

She was still as beautiful as in my memory, but she had obviously lost a lot of weight. Her frail body was even trembling slightly, like fallen flowers drifting in the wind, which made people feel heartbroken for no reason.

"The eldest prince is offering a memorial—"

According to the rules, one should burn incense to the dead first. Jiang Bai, who was standing by, respectfully handed the three sandalwood sticks he had prepared to Murong Feng. Murong Feng also took them carefully and kowtowed seriously.

Tears almost burst out of her eyes. Yu Qingli tried hard to suppress her emotions. At this moment, she seemed to see Murong Feng kneeling to the souls of herself and her daughter.

eye for eye!

These four words kept flashing through her mind, and even her eyes turned a little red.

"Family members return the greeting—"

Yu Qingli returned the gift to Murong Feng. Only then did she suppress all her negative emotions, leaving only the deep and inextricable sadness.

She slowly raised her head and met Murong Feng's eyes. She looked at him with an extremely pitiful expression, then quickly looked away.

When their eyes met, Murong Feng understood the meaning in her eyes. She urgently wanted to leave here, leave this place that made her sad, and she hoped to find a shoulder to lean on.

A complex emotion also seeped into Murong Feng's eyes. He wanted to protect the woman in front of him, but he was worried whether he had the ability to do so.

"Please grief……"

The voice was very faint and light, as if afraid of disturbing the resting soul, and as if afraid of offending this beautiful girl.

Yu Qingli nodded slightly, "Thank you!"

The voice she spoke was so hoarse that she didn't even notice it herself. However, when Murong Feng heard it, his brows furrowed tightly. It seemed that her mother's death had dealt a great blow to her.

After the worship, Yu Zhengsha personally took Murong Feng to the guest room prepared for him. This guest room was carefully decorated. Whether it was the desk and coffee table, the carved bed, or even the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall, they were all selected by Yu Zhengsha himself. It must be said that Yu Zhengsha has very good taste.

"Is Your Highness satisfied?"

"Very good. I'm sorry to trouble you, Prime Minister." Murong Feng was always gentle, even his intentions were so kind. "I will stay here for a while. I wonder..."

In fact, there is nothing wrong with a prince living in a minister's house. It should be the greatest honor. But that should be the situation in the past. As a deposed prince, although he still has the title of the eldest prince, his status is really not as good as Yu Zhengsha. That's why Murong Feng asked this question.

"No problem, I welcome you very much. Your Highness rarely comes to Jiangnan, so you should naturally appreciate the scenery here."

Murong Feng smiled lightly, "In that case, I won't be polite."

"Your Highness, just rest assured. If you need anything, just let me know. I will definitely make the arrangements."

"Thank you, Prime Minister."

After the two exchanged some pleasantries, Yu Zhengsha left the guest room. The middle-aged man who had been standing outside the door walked in after Yu Zhengsha had left. He asked with a puzzled look on his face, "Master, why are we rushing here so anxiously? If it's just to pay our respects to Madam Yu, arriving a day earlier or later wouldn't make much difference."

Murong Feng just smiled without saying anything. After a while, he said, "Qiu Hen, you don't understand. This time, I came here to pay my respects, but to indulge in romance."

Qiu Hen opened his eyes wide, "Master, are you saying that you're interested in the girl from the Yu Mansion? Is it that cold and icy eldest daughter?"

Murong Feng nodded without hesitation, "This prince intends to marry her."

"But this... is a bit too hasty..."

Looking at Qiu Hen's somewhat numb expression, Murong Feng smiled brightly, "I didn't say it was now. Besides, don't you think that being the father-in-law and son-in-law of the powerful Prime Minister would be a hundred benefits for me?"

Qiu Hen suddenly realized that it seemed that the master had not yet gotten over the fact that he was deposed. He knew that the master would not give up so easily. As long as the country remained unchanged, the master had hope. However, if he could really get the assistance of Prime Minister Yu, perhaps the master could really regain his former glory and favor.

Murong Feng's smile deepened. He didn't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that the Yu Qingli he met this time was very different from before. She seemed to be more cold and distant from him. Could it be that Yu Zhengsha knew something?

I hope this is all just his illusion.

At this time, on the big tree outside Yu Qingli's boudoir, a tall figure was hanging lazily on the branch, holding a tender green leaf in his mouth. He was swinging his legs and staring at Yu Qingli in the room.

In the past two days, all of Yu Qingli's actions were within Murong Yanhui's sight. He could say that he was just in a good mood or was bored, but in short, he felt like he was addicted and wanted to find out everything about this woman.

Her performance in the ancestral hall yesterday really impressed him. Her calmness and composure in planning strategies were comparable to those of a general on the march. It must be said that it was a pity that Yu Qingli was born a woman.

Huh? Murong Yanhui's eyes suddenly widened. What happened to his beauty?

Yu Qingli in the room lowered her eyebrows and looked pale. There was no life on her bloodless face at this moment, only the hatred in her eyes was frightening.

After just one encounter, she was almost on the verge of collapse, not to mention that she would have to face the hungry wolf in human skin every day. The only prerequisite for dancing with the wolves was to turn herself into a wolf.

"Interesting! Really interesting!"

Murong Yanhui spat out the leaves in his mouth, propped up his chin with one hand and said, "It seems that this little beauty needs my help!"

He was becoming more and more curious at this moment. How much hatred did Murong Feng, who had just entered the mansion, have for Yu Qingli? Why were her eyes so sharp? Where did the hatred that permeated her body come from?

In the distance, a figure came towards Yu Qingli's room. Murong Yan turned around and jumped directly off the tall tree, disappearing without a trace.

The visitor glanced at the tree in confusion. Was that wind or something else? Never mind. Finding the young lady was more important.

Hearing the footsteps, Yu Qingli quickly calmed her unbridled emotions and exuded a calmness about her. Now, she couldn't do anything wrong.

Mei Hong's charming figure walked briskly into the room, with an indescribable joy in her eyes and eyebrows. "Miss, the master is hosting a banquet to entertain the eldest prince today, and the master has ordered everyone to attend."

"understood."

This was expected. Yu Qingli was even thinking about something she had never thought about in her previous life. Was Murong Feng's coming to the Yu Mansion to express condolences at this time a gesture of goodwill?

Is this gesture of goodwill really just out of concern for me? Or does he actually have a deeper purpose?

Yu Qingli suddenly understood. Could it be that at this time, Murong Feng had already begun planning his path to becoming emperor?