Quick Transmigration: After Becoming the Male Lead’s White Moonlight, I Realized

The emperor looked at the man on the ground with disgust in his eyes. He could spoil a mediocre son, but he never thought that he would be so bold.

"Take it."

"Yes."

The Yulin Guards immediately stepped forward and forcibly dragged away the prince who was still crying bitterly.

The emperor felt sad when he saw this and started coughing loudly.

Li Huaijin immediately stepped forward to help him calm down, and said with concern: "Father, please take care of yourself."

The emperor sighed and closed his eyes: "I am tired, you can handle the rest."

"Yes."

The people nearby immediately helped the emperor away.

Li Huaijin glanced at the people on the ground and said expressionlessly, "All the remaining followers of the crown prince will be taken to the Heavenly Prison for questioning."

As soon as these words were spoken, many people immediately wailed and begged for mercy, but were taken away mercilessly by the Yulin Guards.

Cheng Bingwen had a blank expression on his face as he stared at Li Huaijin and Song Qinian beside him.

It took several days before the remaining followers of the prince were finally eradicated.

The emperor had not recovered from his previous injury and had faked his own death, so he was now suffering from heart failure and was bedridden.

In addition to his daily affairs, Prince Jin also persisted in going to the palace to take care of the emperor. For a time, everyone in the capital admired him, and the emperor was even more moved.

Prince Jin's Mansion at night

Meng Qianhe stood outside the house for a long time before knocking on the door.

That familiar and gentle voice sounded: "Come in."

Meng Qianhe took a deep breath, pushed the door open and walked in, but immediately knelt on the ground: "Your Highness, I have a favor to ask."

"Miss Meng?" Li Huaijin looked at her in surprise and immediately stepped forward.

Ever since she left the palace last time, Meng Qianhe has locked herself in her room. She originally planned to apologize to her after she was done with this busy period, but she didn't expect her to come over.

"Miss Meng, what are you doing?"

Meng Qianhe refused to get up and raised her hand to lift her veil.

Her skin was fair, her eyebrows and eyes were cold, but her face was obviously haggard. Her eyes, which were usually like a pool of clear water, were now red and swollen with tears. "Your Highness, I want to see Zhao Cheng."

Li Huaijin looked at her haggard face, but vaguely felt that she was somewhat similar to Zhao Cheng, and instantly had a guess in his mind: "You..."

Seeing that he had guessed something, Meng Qianhe nodded and said, "Your Highness, I am Zhao Cheng's daughter."

Then Meng Qianhe told her life story.

Her mother, Meng Qin'er, was originally the daughter of an ordinary family in Jinzhou. She and Zhao Cheng had been childhood sweethearts. When they grew up, they naturally got married. Although their life was hard, they were still happy.

Meng Qin'er found a job weaving, but one day, Zhao Cheng suddenly mentioned that he wanted to go to Beijing to retake the exam. He unfortunately failed three years ago, and now he wanted to try again.

However, Meng Qin'er was pregnant at the time, but she still supported him, so she worked even harder on weaving, often sitting there for a whole day.

Zhao Cheng was only concerned with studying. The day before she was about to give birth, she resolutely left home with most of the family's money. However, every copper coin in the family was earned by Meng Qin'er who worked day and night to weave cloth.

After knowing that Zhao Cheng had left home, Meng Qin'er did not blame him. After giving birth to the child, she continued to weave before her body recovered. Over time, her body collapsed.

After receiving no news from Zhao Cheng for a long time, Meng Qin'er took her remaining money to Beijing to look for him, but she couldn't find him. Suddenly, she heard that the son-in-law of Wang Minde, the Minister of Dali Temple, was named Zhao Cheng, so she hurriedly took people to look for him.

However, she never expected to meet Miss Wang. Miss Wang was also cruel. After hearing that Meng Qin'er was the wife of her husband's hometown, she locked them up and took pleasure in torturing Meng Qin'er every day until she passed away.

After Zhao Cheng found out, he actually helped Miss Wang to conceal it.

Meng Qianhe took advantage of the chaos to run away, and was fortunately rescued by people from the Divine Doctor Valley, and that is how she got to this point.

After saying all this, Meng Qianhe's eyes were filled with hatred towards Zhao Cheng.

"I want their lives. Please give me a chance, Your Highness."

When Li Huaijin heard about her experience, his heart sank and he felt indescribable pain.

His voice was a little hoarse when he spoke: "I'll go with you."

Meng Qianhe looked at him in disbelief. She hadn't expected him to actually agree. She immediately bowed to him and said, "Thank you, Your Highness Prince Jin."

But when she raised her eyes, she saw the dark circles under his eyes, and then she realized that Prince Jin was busy with official duties, so there was no reason for her to trouble him.

"Your Highness is currently busy with official duties, so there is no need to trouble you. I will go by myself."

Li Huaijin glanced at her and smiled: "Nothing, not too busy, let's go."

After saying that, Li Huaijin pushed open the door without waiting for her to speak, and turned back to signal her to follow.

Seeing him like this, Meng Qianhe's eyes welled up with tears of emotion and she trotted after him.

In fact, Li Huaijin was doing the exact opposite of what he said. He had been staying up all night these past few days and was very busy.

But seeing Meng Qianhe crying sadly, I couldn't bear to let her go alone.

Normally, she kept to herself and never showed any emotion. Now it seemed that she was just pretending to be tough on the surface, but licking her wounds alone at night.

…………

at dusk

Meng Qianhe walked out of the prison with a calm expression.

Li Huaijin looked at her, took a step forward and held her hand, and whispered to her in a puzzled look: "Cry if you want to, you can cry on my shoulder."

He was a little afraid of Meng Qianhe like this. There was a dead silence in her eyes, as if she had accomplished what she wanted most and had no longer any desire for this world. This made Li Huaijin want to grab her involuntarily.

Meng Qianhe was stunned and could no longer hold back her tears. She threw herself into his arms and burst into tears.

Just now, she had personally killed the murderer of her mother and her so-called...father. If possible, she really wanted to drain that man's filthy blood. The thought of having his blood flowing in her made her feel very disgusted.

She has been alone all this time, and it is the hatred in her heart that has kept her going until now.

But at this moment, she was somewhat greedy for the embrace of the man in front of her.

Li Huaijin couldn't explain the complicated emotions in his heart. He raised his hand and gently patted her back. He instinctively didn't want to see Meng Qianhe sad. Maybe... she could rely on her in the future.

Meng Qianhe's eyes were red and swollen, and she pushed away the embrace that she missed so much. She might understand that she already had different feelings for him in her heart, but she knew that no matter what, she was not worthy of him. If that was the case... why bother?

Seeing that there were still tears on her face, Li Huaijin gently raised his hand to wipe them away.

Meng Qianhe's eyelashes trembled, and her heart was uncontrollably moved, yet she was entangled: "Your Highness..."

Before she could finish her words, she fell into his arms, her face pale and covered in cold sweat.

Li Huaijin saw that something was wrong with the person, so he immediately picked her up and rushed towards Prince Jin's Mansion.