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

Yu Qingli was startled... She could smell his scorching fragrance, and her eyes magnified his handsome face. His eyebrows were like silkworms, and those charming peach blossom eyes, when he smiled, were like a gorgeous peach garden, a breathtaking sight of spring breeze. His lips were slightly curved upwards, impudent, dandy, and uninhibited.

"Prince of Yan?" Yu Qingli's pale lips uttered the words, hinting at sarcasm. The Prince of Yan, Emperor Murong Jiang's youngest brother—Murong Yanhui, the least princely of all, was renowned throughout the land. A playboy, he neglected his duties, spending his days in the gardens, his handsome face seducing many hearts. Such a man was the most detestable, despite his noble status and stunning looks. Many women still coveted him.

Murong Yanhui maintained that posture, smiling wickedly, "Yes, I am the King of Yan you have in mind!" He didn't care about the sarcasm in Yu Qingli's words. His bright eyes, piercing with spirit, had already seen through Yu Qingli's thoughts!

"..." Yu Qingli remained silent, her red and swollen eyes scanning him without warmth. Murong Yanhui seemed to have not noticed the embarrassment and unwelcome written in her eyes.

He straightened up, his figure was tall and elegant, his thick eyebrows slightly wrinkled... it seemed that his waist was a little sore from bending over.

Qingjiu noticed his master's strangeness, but he didn't want to move. Served him right... He wanted to provoke a woman without considering the occasion.

He often felt distressed that his master's IQ seemed to be insufficient...

Only then did Murong Yanhui notice so many people kneeling, and her charming eyes widened in laughter... He turned his head, his bright eyes looking at her simple bun, and said wickedly, "Okay, I won't tease you anymore. Save it for next time!"

Then, he lifted his clothes handsomely and sat on one side.

He waved his folding fan in his hand and looked at the waiting servants, "Get up." His words and actions still had the demeanor of an emperor! With dignity permeating from his bones, his beige robe brought out his majestic, arrogant and domineering aura to the extreme!

As everyone got up, Yu Zhengsha walked in, dusty and tired, followed by Zhou. Yu Zhengsha and Ji saluted Murong Yanhui, who nodded in acknowledgement.

The two of them had obviously talked about something outside. Zhou was not afraid at all. I don’t know if it was because she really had a clear conscience or because she was protected by Yu Zhengsha!

Yu Zhengsha's anger remained undiminished, but his expression was no longer as furious as before. Perhaps it was because... he had just had a little tender moment with Zhou.

"We're all here, Yu Qingli, come tell us how your mother died!" Yu Zhengsha said. Yu Zhengsha had never called Yu Qingli affectionately. From childhood to adulthood, he had always called her by her full name, because it was more formal and respectful. Children of the Yu family, regardless of gender, did not need excessive pampering.

Zhou straightened her back and looked straight at Yu Qingli.

Yu Qingli saw someone coming and straightened her back. She knew she had a battle to fight. Her clothes had been warmed dry by her, and her body alternately felt hot and cold, like a world of ice and fire.

She looked at Yu Zhengsha and said, "Father, today I will show you what kind of person your bedmate is. How he gradually killed the master who promoted him!" She almost gritted her teeth as she spoke these words. She thought of her past life, of Mei Hong...

Zhou pursed her lips, a fire burning in her eyes, but she still said nothing. That nobleness was a true inheritance from Yu Zhengsha.