Reborn, the daughter of the Marquisate went crazy

He slowed down and her breathing became smoother.

When that incident happened, the little bitch wasn't even born yet. She had lived in Lu'er Village since she was a child, interacting only with the peasants. These peasants would brag about their trips to the county for days, and none of them had ever been to Shengjing City. Therefore, the little bitch couldn't possibly know about that incident. The suspicion in He's eyes grew stronger.

Xie Qingli said slowly, "Seven Star Begonia Drunk, this poison is colorless and tasteless, and disappears without a trace after three hours. It's a wonderful use."

"However, if you don't want others to know, then you'd better not do it yourself. He, your jealousy is really terrible. You don't even let your relatives go." In the previous life, Xie Qingli overheard He's confession in front of the Buddha by chance.

He suddenly shook her head. "It wasn't me, it wasn't me. It was Song Wenxiu who fell in love with Shopkeeper Yang's son and didn't want to be Prince Zhong's concubine. She committed suicide. She committed suicide."

"You're lying to me. You weren't even born back then. You grew up in Lu'er Village. You couldn't possibly know!"

In Xie Qingli's original memory, He Shi was a vicious and ruthless person, like an insurmountable mountain, weighing heavily on her head. But now, He Shi was just a paper tiger, who could kill her with just a few words.

"Song Wenxiu told me these things." Xie Qingli covered her lips and chuckled: "I recently saw a female ghost wearing a wedding dress. She said her name was Song Wenxiu and she was Song Zhaoxing's sister. You know, ghosts wearing red clothes cannot be reincarnated and will become evil spirits."

He felt like she was falling into an ice cellar.

When Song Wenxiu died, she was wearing a red wedding dress, one she had embroidered stitch by stitch. She had been preparing for it since she became engaged to Yang Peng, the son of shopkeeper Yang. During that time, her eyes and eyebrows were filled with joy.

Unexpectedly, Prince Zhong fell in love with her and wanted to take her as his concubine. However, the Yang family was just an ordinary merchant family, so the two families quickly broke off the engagement.

Song Zhaoxing was very happy. Although she was only a concubine, as long as she could climb up the big tree of Prince Zhong, he, as his brother-in-law, would surely become prosperous and have a good future.

But Song Wenxiu was unwilling. She said that if she became someone's concubine, she would be carried into the house in a sedan chair, without the need for three matchmakers and six betrothal gifts, and she could not wear red. It would not be considered marriage, but just a plaything.

He was jealous. Although she was a concubine, she was the concubine of Prince Zhong, with silks, gold, silver, jewelry, and a horde of servants. She was the most powerful woman in the world. Why was it Song Wenxiu? She was no less than her.

Until she saw the dowry that the old woman had prepared for Song Wenxiu. There were so many treasures, she had never seen them before. She thought even a share of them would be enough. A voice in her heart kept telling her that if she killed Song Wenxiu, those treasures would belong to her...

The night before entering the palace, Song Wenxiu sat quietly in her room, staring at the wedding dress in a daze.

Song Wenxiu thought, now that her wedding dress is ready, she'll have to wear it once. She calmly put it on, looking in the mirror again and again. In the mirror, she looked shy, like a bride about to marry her beloved. She was beautiful.

He brought a bowl of ice cream, suppressed the jealousy in her eyes, and smiled as she congratulated Song Wenxiu on her upcoming rise to prominence.

Song Wenxiu didn't like such compliments, but she had a poor appetite those days, so the bowl of icy yogurt was very much to her liking.

The poison took effect in an instant, and Song Wenxiu fell to the ground, struggling. She no longer had the beauty of a newlywed bride, nor the dignity of a superior woman. He looked at her coldly, with a victorious smile on her face.

Suddenly, Song Wenxiu, who was lying on the ground, turned into a terrifying evil ghost. She stared at He with a ferocious face, grinned, and stretched out her long tongue, which wrapped around He's neck in circles, getting tighter and tighter.

Memories and illusions intertwined, and He fell completely into madness.

……

Prince Zhong, the younger brother of the current Emperor Yingtian, is the most powerful prince of the dynasty. The rapid downfall of the Jiang family in his previous life was fueled by Prince Zhong's mansion.

Her enemies were like giants, while she was like a humble ant. Xie Qingli tried hard to recall, as this was her only bargaining chip.

In her previous life, she was bedridden, her memories hazy. However, on Cold Food Festival, a major event shook Dongling, and everyone knew it: Dongling Crown Prince Chu Yuncang was murdered in Jiazhou Prefecture.

It is said that Xiao Yan, the second prince of Nanjing Kingdom, sneaked into Dongling secretly. He met Chu Yuncang, the crown prince of Dongling, by chance in Jiazhou Prefecture. After secretly following him for several days, he stabbed Chu Yuncang to death in Yunlai Inn.

But before Dongling could launch an attack, Nan Jing's letter arrived in Shengjing City first.

In a letter from the emperor, the Nanjing Emperor denounced the Phantom Pavilion, a cult organization based in Dongling, for abducting Xiao Yan, the second prince of Nanjing, in broad daylight in Cangwu City. The emperor dispatched forces to track them down, but found no trace of them. The emperor requested the Emperor Yingtian of Dongling to assist in rescuing Xiao Yan and eliminating the Phantom Pavilion.

This letter makes the truth even more confusing.

Regardless of the truth, the death of Prince Dongling was a fact. Emperor Yingtian was furious and deployed troops on the border between the two countries, imminently setting off a war.

In this life, if Crown Prince Chu Yuncang hadn't died, I wonder if the Third Prince and his party would still be able to ascend to the throne. The Cold Food Festival was still over a month away.

Xie Qingli hooked a strand of hair and twirled it between his fingers. This could be a chance to break the impasse. However, he needed to deal with the people and issues at hand first.

She glanced at the gradually quieting He and the half-dead Song Tianbao, and wished she could kill them immediately. In her previous life, she had been abused daily by these two, and her tragic death at the hands of Xie Qingyao was largely due to their contributions.

But they were just ants, and killing them was as easy as pie. However, they were the ironclad evidence of Xie Qingyao's life experience, and they were more valuable alive. They were the people Xie Qingyao least wanted to see.

Xie Qingli reached out and patted He's head, and He instantly felt his mind clearer.

"I ask, you answer. Every time you refuse to answer or lie, I will chop Song Tianbao with my knife." Xie Qingli took the kitchen knife and chopped it on the corner of the table with a clang.

The chopped-off corner of the table rolled twice on the ground. He and Song Tianbao trembled at the same time.

Xie Qingli held the swaddling clothes and asked, "He, whose swaddling clothes is this?"

He looked at Xie Qingli fearfully and answered cautiously, "Yes, it belongs to Tianbao."

Xie Qingli was about to pick up the knife and stand up, but He Shi hurriedly waved her hands: "No, it's not Tianbao's, I remembered it wrongly. It's yours, yours. You were wrapped in it when Zhaoxing brought you back."

Xie Qingli slowly sat back down and said coldly, "This won't happen again."

He hurriedly responded.

"At the time, along with the swaddling clothes, there was a jade pendant engraved with the words 'Xie Qingli'. Where is that jade pendant?"

He frowned and recalled: "I don't know, I really haven't seen it. Zhao Xing may know, but he didn't tell me."

Seeing that she didn't look like she was lying, Xie Qingli asked, "Where is Song Zhaoxing? What is he doing? When will he be back?"

"He works as a clerk at Ji Baozhai in the provincial capital. Last time he said he was going to Nanjing to buy goods and would not be back for a month or two." He answered honestly.

Xie Qingli frowned, thinking back to the time when Song Zhaoxing was quite mysterious. She knew very little about him. Song Zhaoxing only came back once every one or two months, and he didn't look like a servant. She wondered whether what Song Zhaoxing said to He was credible.

Xie Qingli stopped talking, and He was very nervous. After a long while, Xie Qingli opened her red lips and said, "You guys can go away."

As if she had been pardoned, He quickly packed up her belongings, hired a mule cart from her next-door neighbor, took Song Tianbao and ran away as if for her life.

……

That night, at Wuwang Mountain and Taiqing Temple.

Midday on the moon.

A Taoist priest sat cross-legged on a cushion, his hair and beard all white, with an immortal look.

The Taoist priest held up a jade cup, waved away the talisman paper stuck on the lid, muttered something, and finally opened the lid and said gently, "Go!"

A faint blue light flew out of the jade cup and rushed towards Shengjing City.

The Taoist priest stood with his hands behind his back and sighed softly.

People who live outside the world do not get involved in worldly affairs.

Whether they can restore order and restore the original state, or whether they will be in chaos for ten generations and suffer great misfortune, it all depends on their fate...