Shipin Dalizheng

"Wu Ji, when you show this face to others, it's hard for me to be sure of certain things. Which of these two faces is the real one?"

Wu Ji's face looked exactly the same as when they first met, the ordinary maid who followed He Jing.

Wu Ji asked, "Is it important?"

“This is related to my future choices.”

Wu Ji walked up to him and took off a mask as thin as a cicada's wing. Sure enough!

Rong Tang closed his eyes and said, "Wu Ji, let's talk frankly! Maybe you can first explain why you won't let me open the coffin."

"Because there's no need," Wu Ji said, "I opened it when I first arrived. At that time, I suspected that she was killed by the Feng family, and I wanted to find evidence that she was poisoned or tortured, but the result was..."

Rong Tang smiled bitterly, "So it really is an empty coffin. You even knew your own life story from the beginning, right?"

Wu Ji lowered his eyes slightly. "I've known this since I can remember. My master has never hidden anything from me. I don't know if you still remember that I said I was from Gongsun Xuanmen."

Rong Tang nodded, "I remember."

"This may be shocking, but I believe you can understand. Gongsun Xuanmen is not an ordinary martial arts sect, and of course they are not immortals, just like..."

Wu Ji tried hard to find a reference. "Just like Master Huici, Lingjizi, and the three sects of monks, Daoxuan, all have their own secret methods to explore the laws of life. Master Huici's method is divine travel, Lingjizi's method is deduction, and we in the Xuanmen sect use retrospection. One day, my master told me to find someone. As long as he doesn't die, the world will not perish again."

"The person you are looking for is Nangong Heng?"

Could it be that he had traveled into a novel with a destined male protagonist that he had never read?

"I originally thought it was him, until you became the master of Xuanlong. Then I thought, why couldn't it be you? Because of you, he didn't die. You were the turning point."

Rong Tang thought for a while, then suddenly looked up and said, "You're off topic. Tell me about your life story."

Wu Ji sighed. She was indeed not good at fooling people. "That year, Xie gave birth to twins in the Jokhang Temple. One of them was born with a heart disease and was sent to southern Xinjiang."

Rong Tang's eyes narrowed, "What about the other one?"

Wu Ji was silent, but Rong Tang suddenly understood. The other one was Wu Ji. Xie had given birth to two children, one was sent to Southern Xinjiang, and the other was taken away by Gongsun Xuanmen. So who was the one brought back to the Feng family?

So the original owner was that unfortunate bastard who was bullied to death, but in the end he is still a wild child?

Rong Tang felt dizzy, and his core was exhausted from being burned dry.

"So when I came here and saw you in the Marquis of Jing'an's mansion, I was surprised. I wanted to ask Master why, but once the heir of Gongsun is born, there's no going back."

Wu Ji squatted down and put a hand on his shoulder. "But there may be something else going on. If this was just a random child, you and I wouldn't be so similar. I'm thinking that even if we don't have the same mother, we could still be blood relatives."

They were born with the fate of being alone and destined to have few relatives in this life, but they are also human beings and hope that there is someone in this world who is connected to them by blood and will never let them down.

Rong Tang blinked and held back the wetness.

"Have you seen him?"

Wu Ji immediately guessed who it was, "I've offered him incense."

That brother who had a tragic fate and only lived for a dozen years.

"You'd never guess who I met. She asked me to take Feng Qingqing back to her to take care of her."

Rong Tang's smile was a little distorted due to restraint.

However, Wu Ji guessed, "Is this why you want to open the coffin? Did you...really meet her?"

Rong Tang smiled somewhat cruelly. "Logically, I've already died in the Marquis' Mansion, and your identity will never intersect with hers. I absolutely would never have had the chance to meet her. She hid so well, and lived so... happily!"

He almost gritted his teeth when he said the last two words.

Wu Ji's face was solemn, but after a moment he said, "I have lived with my master since I was a child, and I don't have any feelings for my parents. Do you have any feelings for them?"

Did he? How ridiculous!

When he was Feng Liu, his entire family bullied him. His mother was absent, and his father was indifferent. When he was Rong Tang, his mother was absent, and his father hated him to the core. Which of his brothers, sisters, and cousins ​​didn't want to push him into the abyss and suck his flesh and blood? Did he have any feelings for his parents?

Excuse me!

Not really.

"I remember you told me that since fate has destined us to have a shallow relationship, then it's better not to have one. From the day she left, she was already dead. Anyone like her should no longer affect our ability to think."

Rong Tang had a brainstorm in his mind. What was wrong with him? He claimed to have received higher education, but he was trapped in the vicious circle of benevolence and filial piety. His thinking was not as clear as that of an ancient person.

Xie Wan is Xie Wan, she is the original owner's deceased mother, and Concubine Xie is Concubine Xie, she is another person.

Time passed quickly and his thoughts had completely changed.

"You're right. No one can influence me anymore. Wu Ji, tell me again, how should I address you from now on?"

Wu Ji lowered his eyes. "My original name is Gongsun Wuji. It's not the disease, but the limit. But this name cannot be used in public, otherwise it will lead to endless hunting. Therefore..."

"You are Feng Qingqing." Rong Tang exhaled, "In a way, you are the real Feng Qingqing. I am just a rootless person."

He mourned for the original owner for a moment. From then on, Feng Qingqing was Feng Qingqing, and he was Rong Tang.

A moment of compassion flashed across Feng Qingqing's eyes. She used to think that her life was miserable, but there were always people in this world who were more miserable than her, so miserable that their identities became nothing.

"Alright, now, we have another thing to do. Since we've already dug up the grave, let's get to the bottom of it. The Feng family will never be able to control you again."

He picked up the hoe and dug out a metal box from under the wooden tablet. Feng Qingqing opened her eyes wide. Obviously, she had not seen this thing last time.

"This is……"

"Evidence of Lord Feng's guilt. You'd never imagine how hard the Feng family fights for wealth and glory."

The box contained Third Aunt's confession, along with the names of those who knew about Marquis Feng's assassination of the late emperor. The account was clear and logically rigorous. Even if there were no witnesses, even the slightest hint would be used to create a sensation, and the Feng family would be annihilated.

"See? This is what the Feng family did back then. Old Marquis Feng harmed the late emperor himself, then risked his life to save him in exchange for the title of Marquis. They moved their family south, ran rampant in Jiangnan, plundering and robbing people, causing many families to be destroyed. I'm guessing someone reported the case to the capital, and the late emperor sent Dali Temple official Tang Yuanze to investigate the case. Just as he had uncovered some clues, he was discovered and killed by the Feng family father and son. Soon after, the royal family was in turmoil, and the two emperors divided the rule, and the case became an unsolved case. After Old Marquis Feng's death, he took advantage of the fact that no one knew about this and continued to stir up trouble. The Southern Emperor had no one to use, so he let such a useless person with no talent or virtue take the high position. This is why I asked you to choose a new identity."

He sighed, "The crime committed by the Feng family is serious, second only to treason. If you can't cut ties with the Feng family, you may be implicated."

Feng Qingqing listened and just smiled faintly, "Don't worry about that. Besides being Feng Qingqing, I am also Gongsun Wuji!"

Rong Tang thought about it and realized that, yes, the world's number one gangster, the Young Master Wuji, was she afraid of being implicated?

Feng Qingqing continued, "Speaking of this, there's something I can't understand. If the Feng family once amassed countless wealth, why do they act so poor? They're determined to get their daughter-in-law's dowry, even at the cost of their own lives and ruin."