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

"Fool, my lady has saved you twice, and you are so slow!" Xiluo pouted, unable to understand why Yu Qingli would be so attentive to such a fool.

"Miss Yu, you and I are strangers, and you know Wang Shipan's background, so why are you willing to get involved in this mess for a mere mortal like me?"

"Whether it is a mortal or not, I will have to wait seven days to see. I just hope you won't let me be mistaken."

Lin Yutang looked at Yu Qingli's leaving back and felt his mind was blank. Too many doubts made him feel at a loss, and too many shocks made him feel at a loss as to what to do.

Why did this angelic woman save him? Twice! Why did she treat him differently? She looked so noble, so why did she favor him so much?

"Ouch..." A cry of pain came from the house. Lin Yutang was slightly stunned and then remembered Yu Qingli's words. He hurried into the house, and when he saw the old man, Lin Yutang couldn't help but shed tears.

In one day, he experienced both ice and fire. He was bullied by Wang Shipan and almost died, but he also felt the warmth from Yu Qingli and this old man.

"Old man, do you want some water?" Lin Yutang helped the old man up and handed him the bowl of water.

The old man looked at Lin Yutang, and suddenly tears welled up in his eyes. He stretched out his trembling hand and stroked Lin Yutang's cheek, "My child, my poor child, are we both in hell?"

Lin Yutang's nose felt sore, and he said hastily, "Drink some water first, and I'll talk to you slowly."

After telling the story, the old man sighed and patted Lin Yutang on the shoulder. "Son, we have met a good person."

Then the old man said, "Well, my stall..."

"This... I don't know." Lin Yutang said truthfully, but he was thinking in his heart that the stall was nothing more than a small stove. When he became successful, he would definitely buy a store for the old man and open a proper shop.

However, he thought so in his heart, but he didn't know what the old man was thinking. He had been lonely all his life, and this roasted corn stall was his only livelihood. Not to mention other things, that stove was all he had.

The old man took one look at Lin Yutang's bruised cheek and stopped begging him.

Nothing happened between the two until nightfall.

The small courtyard door creaked open quietly, and an old man with a hunched figure tiptoed out of the yard.

He stood at the door, looked around, and ran west. This alley was one of Yu Qingli's businesses, and the location was naturally excellent. Although it was not in the most prosperous area in the capital, it was a perfect place to find peace and quiet in the bustling city.

The old man just turned a few corners and arrived at his stall. The place was already in a mess. The roasted corn had been eaten to pieces, and the most valuable small stove was lying on the side in a dilapidated state.

The old man sat dejectedly on the ground, crying silently.

At this moment, two people suddenly came out hurriedly from the other end of the alley. One of them was the thin man who assisted Wang Shipan in throwing the corpse and beating people that day.

He saw the old man at a glance and couldn't help but exclaimed, "This old man is not dead yet?"

"What's the matter?" The man next to him was hidden in the shadows, and only a deep voice could be heard.

"It's nothing. I was just helping Wang Shipan deal with something that day. I thought the old man had sunk to the bottom of the lake. How come he's here today?"

"Oh?" The man in the shadows suddenly sounded happy. "Then why don't you just do your best? Send the Buddha to the west?"

"I think so too, to prevent that old fellow, Minister Wang, from always making excuses and refusing to obey Your Highness's instructions." The thin man said to A Mei, "If his most beloved nephew commits a murder case, hehe..."

"You are just smart." The man in the shadow said solemnly, then quickly turned and left.

Changkong leaned against the top of the building, looking at everything below, his eyes as cold as a sword.

The thin man knocked the old man unconscious with one palm, carried him and continued to walk towards the moat. Changkong followed him, sneaking all the way until the thin man left, then jumped down and rescued the old man.

He looked at the old man's frail appearance, thought about it, and simply took the old man back to the palace.

Inside Prince Yan's mansion, Xiluo and Changkong stood respectfully beside Murong Yanhui, who was carefully reading a letter. After reading it, Murong Yanhui lit the letter and then instructed, "Changkong, you must arrange for the old man to leave the imperial capital. Make sure it is done perfectly."

Changkong took the order and left.

Xiluo was a little surprised, "Your Majesty, is this all that's needed?"

Murong Yanhui stood up and walked to the window. Outside the window was a waning moon, hanging quietly in the clear sky, calm and noble, just like the woman in his heart, so cold and yet irreplaceable.

"That's all that's needed. If Lili's prediction is correct, someone will report this to the police in the early hours of the morning." Murong Yanhui continued without turning back, "Go back quickly and tell Lili not to worry. I'll do whatever she tells me to do. Also, protect Lili. I believe she'll also tell you to keep an eye on Murong Feng, right?"

Xiluo nodded. Although she was confused, she was also somewhat happy. The man and woman were becoming more and more in tune with each other. It seemed that the day when the prince would get through this difficult time would soon come.

"Boom, boom, boom..." A burst of rapid drumbeats broke the night before dawn, and lights were lit in every household one after another.

"Please, Lord, please help me!" A woman knelt on the ground, wailing. On the stretcher behind her lay a hunched body, covered with white cloth and lifeless.

The woman cried so hard that the sky was dark and the earth was dark. She was so grief-stricken that even the people passing by were moved by her tears and sighed deeply.

The shop assistants who got up early to light the fire looked at this scene curiously, and felt that today would definitely be a little different from the past.

In the capital, the imperial examination is approaching and a murder has occurred. Not only will the prefect take it seriously, but even the Nine Gates Admiral who guards the safety of the imperial capital may have been involved to some extent.

Astute politicians immediately sensed an unusual conspiracy in the air, while the people were only concerned about who had the courage to kill people.

For a time, there was turmoil in the government and the country, with a lot of discussions and rumors.

"Young... Master, where are we going?" Xiluo tugged at Yu Qingli's sleeve. The master came out dressed as a man so early in the morning. Was it just to take a look at the moat?

Yu Qingli didn't answer, but just looked around the moat before turning around and saying, "Let's go to the government office."

The government office was already surrounded by a crowd of people, and Yu Qingli could only see from afar the woman kneeling in the hall crying her heart out.

"When did Zhang Lao San get a wife?"

"Who knows? Maybe she's keeping a mistress?"

"A concubine? Even Zhang Laosan, who sells roasted corn, can keep a concubine. Wouldn't that mean I have three wives and four concubines?"

Yu Qingli heard the whispers in the crowd. She scanned the crowd several times and suddenly noticed a figure shivering in the shadows of a distant corner. The fat figure looked extremely familiar.

Yu Qingli winked, and soon Xiluo came back and whispered in her ear, "Miss, it really is Wang Shipan."

Yu Qingli smiled when she heard this, and she began to understand a little about this "accident".

"Where is Murong Feng?" she asked coldly.

"He left early this morning without any entourage." Xiluo chuckled, "Miss, do you know where he went?"

"Hurry up and tell me." Yu Qingli was too lazy to guess, so she turned around and walked towards Wuyi Lane.

Xiluo pursed her lips, "Miss, you guessed it again, how boring."

In Wuyi Lane and Youbixuan, the vines and flowers are like brocade, the fragrance of tea is lingering, and the sound of the guqin is distant and indifferent. Bamboo curtains are hanging on all sides of the roof, and only a tall figure can be vaguely seen sitting and drinking tea.

Yu Qingli was very familiar with that figure. In her previous life, she only had this back in her eyes and heart, and she followed him willingly.

It's really funny to think about it. Looking back at this life, there is nothing about Murong Feng that makes me excited. This insidious and vicious villain is like a cold-blooded poisonous snake. No matter how much you give, he will never be grateful. No matter how sincerely you treat him, he will still lurk in the dark waiting for an opportunity to bite you.

The servant took a silver ingot from Xiluo, and knowing what was going on, he stopped talking and led the two of them to the private room Xiluo had ordered.

The private room is in an excellent location. It happens to be in the bustling area, but it is also next to the road that must be taken to reach the high platform. If anyone comes in or out, they will definitely not be able to escape here.

In just a moment, two fat figures appeared from the garden.

Minister Wang, who was leading the group, was dressed simply, a rare sight. He trotted up the stairs, shaking off his fat.

Murong Feng sat comfortably on the balcony, looking at Minister Wang with a smile, "Minister Wang, what brings you here today?"

Murong Feng gave a slight signal, and the girl playing the piano immediately stepped back.

Minister Wang sat down, but Wang Shipan behind him did not dare to sit down.

"It's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early. This is this year's tribute tea. My father is not willing to give it to others easily, so this year he only gave me a portion. Minister Wang, please try it and see if it suits your taste." Murong Feng added tea diligently, but his eyes kept falling on Minister Wang's fat face intentionally or unintentionally.

"Your Highness is polite, Your Highness is polite. Your Highness is capable and deeply trusted by His Majesty. This is witnessed by all the civil and military officials in the court." Minister Wang said, wiping his forehead with his sleeve.

"Hey, don't say that again. If we talk about people with outstanding abilities, it has to be His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." Murong Feng pretended to be angry, but he was actually full of pride in his heart.

Seeing this, Yu Qingli finally understood a little. It seemed that Murong Feng was going to use this fat Minister Wang. However, although Minister Wang was in the Ministry of Personnel, he was never taken seriously. Why would Murong Feng take a fancy to him?

While he was thinking about it, he saw Minister Wang on the balcony kneeling on the ground with a plop, "Please, Your Highness, save my nephew."

"We can talk it over, Minister Wang, please don't be so." Murong Feng extended his hand to support him. "As long as it's something I can do, Minister Wang, please don't mind asking."

Minister Wang didn't dare to stand up, so he pulled Wang Shipan to kneel beside him and said, "You caused this trouble yourself, so you tell us!"

Wang Shipan's face turned pale and he stammered for a long time before Murong Feng finally understood.

"I see." Murong Feng said calmly, "It's not difficult to say, but it's not easy to say either."

"I beg the eldest prince to save Shipan! I will repay your kindness with my life!" Minister Wang kowtowed.