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

"Murong Yanhui, are you okay? Let me take your pulse first." Yu Qingli gently pushed Murong Yanhui away, but the man fell down with a thud.

"Oh! The prince has fainted!" Xiluo had just finished shouting when Changkong came over from somewhere else. "The master has been out of the city without sleep since then. He must be exhausted."

"How do you take care of the prince?" Xiluo scolded.

Yu Qingli wisely interrupted the two of them. She looked around and saw that some shops were about to open. She said anxiously, "Take him back first. We'll discuss the details later."

Changkong carried Murong Yanhui on his back and quickly returned to the palace with Yu Qingli and others.

After a round of examination, Yu Qingli finally breathed a sigh of relief. Looking at Murong Yanhui falling into a deep sleep, Yu Qingli's heart suddenly felt at ease.

Thinking of him covered in blood, her heart began to beat wildly again. This unfamiliar feeling made her uncomfortable, so she stood up and walked to the door, breathing in deep gulps of fresh air.

"Lili!" Murong Yan couldn't help shouting in her dream, as if she had a nightmare, and her limbs were struggling endlessly.

Yu Qingli had no choice but to hold his hand and soothe him softly.

Xiluo brought in some hot water and some porridge, and said, "Miss, you haven't slept all night either. The prince is just overtired and will be fine after a good sleep. Why don't you go and rest for a while?"

Yu Qingli rubbed his temples, but said stubbornly: "I'll watch over here, you and Changkong should have a good rest for a while."

Xiluo knew that she couldn't persuade Yu Qingli, so she put down her things and slowly retreated. Looking at Murong Yanhui on the bed, Yu Qingli felt a little amused.

It seemed as if this legendary man had been injured every now and then since the beginning of this life, as if all her bad luck had been transferred to him. Although such speculation was somewhat superstitious, Yu Qingli had to think about whether Murong Yanhui's life would be more comfortable if she had not met him.

Yu Qingli sighed inwardly. Even so, she never wanted to let go of his hand again. Call her selfish or willful, she just couldn't bear to do so.

A day passed like this. When the afterglow of the setting sun shone on Murong Yanhui's face, he slowly opened his eyes. When he lowered his head, he saw Yu Qingli. She had already fallen asleep on the edge of the bed, with her right hand tightly clasped in his own. In an instant, Murong Yanhui's heart seemed to fall into honey.

He didn't have the heart to wake her up, so he just looked at her quietly. It seemed that only at this time, they didn't have to argue with each other, and they seemed to have some peace and tranquility in their mutual respect and support.

Only at such times could Murong Yanhui experience a little bit of the feeling of peace and tranquility, and all the conspiracies, the throne, and national diplomacy were thrown out of the window.

He just wanted to hold her hand like that for the rest of his life, even if it meant eating simple meals and working hard every day.

Perhaps his gaze was too scorching, burning the sleeping person. Yu Qingli blinked her long eyelashes and slowly opened her eyes. Her misty eyes were as gentle as autumn water, without any sharp temptation or unfathomable depth. They were so pure and clean, a beauty that people could not recognize as blasphemous.

Murong Yanhui was suddenly suffocated. He suddenly wanted to see the cute and silly Yu Qingli like this every day.

His Royal Highness Prince Yan was moved and took action immediately, hugging Yu Qingli in his arms, "Lili, I'm glad you're okay, you scared me to death!"

Yu Qingli was in a daze, and subconsciously reached out and hugged Murong Yanhui. Her response made Murong Yanhui even more ecstatic.

"Lili, Lili, my Lili." The murmuring voice gradually pulled back her wandering soul. Yu Qingli suddenly woke up, pushed Murong Yanhui away, and hurriedly stood up and retreated to the door, whispering, "Now that the little uncle is awake, isn't it time for you to explain why you fainted?"

Murong Yanhui stared at Yu Qingli for a full minute. Seeing that she was completely unmoved, he could only sigh inwardly and resume his usual tone. He rested his hands lazily on the pillow and said, "What else could it be? It's nothing more than someone setting up a plan to kill the prince. It's a pity that Sha Qianli escaped and Murong Cheng was saved by me."

Murong Yanhui glanced at Yu Qingli and asked, "Sha Qianli is with you, right?"

Yu Qingli looked up at Murong Yanhui and asked, "Little Uncle doesn't know me yet? How could I have such ability?"

Pretend, you just love to pretend! It's a pity that I risked my life to break through last night and come back to save you!

Murong Yanhui complained in his heart thousands of times, his eyes fixed on Yu Qingli, and the atmosphere suddenly became silent.

The evening breeze was gentle, and the wind mixed with each other's scent touched the tip of the nose, and the room became a little ambiguous for no reason.

Just as Yu Qingli was racking her brains to break the awkward situation, Xiluo hurried in and said, "Miss, Your Majesty, the government office just issued a notice saying that a Persian merchant who let an animal injure someone will be executed tomorrow."

Yu Qingli snorted coldly when she heard this, "The prefect was quite obedient. He just let the beast hurt people and cleared up last night's incident."

"Lili, are you going to rescue someone?" Murong Yan got out of bed and put on her clothes.

"Who to save? The Persian merchant? What does he have to do with me?" Yu Qingli asked coldly.

She felt that she had been meddling in other people's affairs enough recently. Saving Lin Yutang was fine just because he would be useful in the future, but saving Zhang San was also considered meddling, and last night she saved Sha Qianli. One thing after another, she was not running a charity.

"If I don't want to save him, then don't. He has nothing to do with me anyway." Murong Yan replied with a bright smile. "But it's okay to go over and see what's going on. He's sure to scream and wail loudly. Who knows, there might even be a spectacular sight like snow in June."

Yu Qingli frowned slightly.

Murong Yanhui continued, "If that Persian merchant had a family, it would be even more exciting. The audience, young and old, would burst into tears. The Persian merchant would definitely start cursing and then cry for his parents. Wow, this would be much more amazing than the girls' performance in the building."

Yu Qingli's brows furrowed even more tightly.

"Xiluo, you should come with us tomorrow. If we meet someone who helps others when they see injustice, or if they come to rob an execution ground or something like that, we can learn from them."

Yu Qingli's brows were twisted into a knot.

Murong Yanhui looked at him amused and raised her foot, saying, "It's settled then. I'll pick you up tomorrow. Let's watch the fun first and we'll work out the rest later."

……

On the second day, in the fifth-floor box of "Purple Air Coming from the East".

Yu Qingli really didn't remember why she agreed to let Murong Yan come back to watch the murder last night, but Murong Yan insisted that she agreed. It would have been fine if he said that, but Xiluo also nodded repeatedly to confirm that she agreed, so she had no way to refuse and had to follow him.

Look at the murder! Fortunately, Murong Yan remembered that except for him, no one else would be willing to join in this unlucky fun.

"Miss, look, there are so many people left behind. The streets are really empty. It's even more lively than when His Royal Highness the Crown Prince sent troops to suppress bandits."

Yu Qingli tilted her head and saw that the standing space downstairs was indeed packed with people.

Well, she was wrong. Murong Yan was not the only one who liked to join in the fun. However, this kind of fun was also good. As the saying goes, one can fish in troubled waters, and today she was going to catch some fish.

Murong Yan looked back at Yu Qingli's scrutinizing gaze, then glanced at where Xiluo's gaze was, thought for a moment, and then smiled.

"Dang, dang, dang..." After several gong sounds, everyone looked quietly at the stage. The Persian merchant had already been forced to kneel on the ground, with disheveled golden hair and a decadent face.

A blonde woman in the audience was holding a child and chattering something, but no one knew what she was saying. Suddenly, the blonde businessman burst into tears.

He glanced at the onlookers and suddenly shouted in Canghe dialect: "Unjust!"

The sound was like a loud bell, and it was so painful that the crowd suddenly became agitated. After all, the leopard did not hurt any civilians. To put it bluntly, it only hurt some people in black. There was no direct pain, and the people suddenly felt some sympathy for this stranger.

Many children still remembered the leopard's cute and playful appearance, and they all followed the Persian merchant in shouting that it was injustice.

Seeing this situation, the executioner was worried that something might happen, so he dropped the beheading order before the time came.

"Oh my, please make way, please make way, my unicycle is broken!" A clear male voice suddenly drowned out the voices of the crowd and went straight into my eardrums.

The people all turned around and saw a young man pushing a wheelbarrow crookedly towards the crowd. There was a steaming pot on the wheelbarrow, and the pot of hot water was about to spill out.

The crowd immediately retreated, but the car seemed to have eyes. The more people retreated, the further it went toward that end, just like a flock of sheep being chased by a sheepdog, running here and there but never able to escape from the circle.

"What's going on? Why don't you go and help?" The executioner roared, and a group of yamen runners immediately jumped off the platform to help.

Murong Yan looked back at the young man's seemingly disorganized but extremely experienced steps, and raised his eyes to look at the Persian merchant on the stage. At the most chaotic moment, the stage seemed to shake slightly. Looking carefully again, the Persian merchant seemed to have a different figure.

Murong Yanhui curled the corners of her lips and looked again at Yu Qingli who was drinking tea with her head down.

Everything happened in a flash. When the young man pushed the wheelbarrow away with profuse gratitude, and the executioner announced the execution again, the Persian merchant had already stopped moving.

Everyone thought he was in despair, and they looked at him with sympathy. When the head fell to the ground, everyone sighed, but no one noticed that the Persian merchant's wife and children had already disappeared.

Logically speaking, the family members had no reason not to collect the bodies, but no one noticed this small detail because Murong Cheng's team returned to Beijing.

Yu Qingli stood up and looked towards the city gate. The fluttering flags filled the road. Although they had won, there was no sign of joy or excitement in the team. Just as the team entered the city, a slightly fat figure suddenly pounced on the carriage behind Murong Cheng and burst into tears.

"Pan'er, my Pan'er!" The old man's voice was so heartbreaking that people couldn't help but feel sad when they heard it.

Wang Shipan's body was returned to Beijing.

Yu Qingli's face turned pale and she looked at Murong Yanhui, "How did Wang Shipan die?"

"I can only tell you that it's not the Sea Shark Gang." Murong Yanhui stood side by side with Yu Qingli. "But why would he attack Wang Shipan?"

Yu Qingli remained silent, her mind in a mess. It seemed that Murong Feng was playing a big game this time.