Top white, rich and beautiful, the princess is reborn and the revenge story

After a while, the medicine was ready, and Sun Xin brought it in. "Godfather, take the medicine."

Sun Ping's eyes felt more and more painful. Sun Xin was hazy in front of him. The black figure looked very much like the dead Sun Yuan. Sun Yuan also opened his mouth and called him godfather.

Sun Ping suddenly shuddered and shook his head, saying, "Don't call me godfather anymore. It sounds creepy."

Sun Xin was puzzled and asked, "If not godfather, then what should I call him?"

"Call him godfather. It's very popular in the capital. You should call him godfather too."

Sun Xin was stunned for a moment, then said obediently, "Godfather."

"Good boy."

Sun Ping took the medicine and drank it all in one gulp. The corners of Sun Xin's mouth curled up.

"By the way, where is Xu? Where did she go?"

"I haven't seen her come back. Godfather, wait a minute. I'll go and ask around."

Sun Xin closed the door and went out to the banquet hall to inquire. The people there told her, "The Queen Mother has said that a woman has died in the palace. Go and see if it is the person you are talking about."

"What? Dead?"

When Sun Xin brought the news back, Sun Ping was horrified. "Didn't he faint and get carried away? How could he be dead?"

Sun Ping struggled to stand up, "No, I want to see him alive or dead. I want to see his body myself!"

He took Sun Xin to the palace, and sure enough, he saw Xu in the morgue. She was completely cold, and Sun Yuan was lying next to her, also completely cold.

Sun Ping breathed a sigh of relief. It was good that he was dead. Xu knew a lot about him, but she wouldn't tell anyone now that he was dead.

He wanted to take the bodies away, but was stopped. "The Empress said that the bodies of those who died in the palace cannot be taken away to avoid unnecessary trouble. They will be cremated. Lord Sun, please rest assured."

Sun Ping had no choice but to give up and went back with Sun Xin.

The news that they went to see Xu was soon reported to the Queen, who knew that Sun Ping had managed to fool her.

Zhao Yuanqing brought Wen Qian into the palace again and gave Xu some medicine. Slowly, Xu's body became warm and she woke up again.

Xu slowly opened her eyes and screamed, "Ah! Where is this?"

Zhao Yuanqing said, "This is the imperial palace."

Xu's body began to tremble. Wasn't she beaten a few times by Sun Ping at the banquet? How did she end up in the palace?

Zhao Yuanqing didn't give her time to think and asked directly, "Where is the copper mine in Longyou Road?"

"Copper mine? Princess, I don't know what you're talking about."

Xu lowered her head deeply, not daring to look at Zhao Yuanqing, for fear that she would reveal the secret.

"Xu, you are dead now and can never return to Sun Ping. You have no choice but to listen to me."

It took Mrs. Xu a long time to realize what had happened. She sat on the ground dejectedly. It was over.

Zhao Yuanqing said, "Xu, if you tell the truth, I can spare your life. If you deliberately conceal the truth, I will let you die."

After weighing the pros and cons, Xu quickly confessed.

It turned out that Sun Ping discovered a fine copper mine in Longyou. He did not report it to the court, but secretly mined the mine himself and hired craftsmen to make copper coins, hoping to swallow up the fine copper mine.

"You spend money like water. Is it all from that copper mine?"

"No, Sun Ping is not that generous to us concubines. There is a gold mine next to the copper mine, and a lot of gold has been found in it. Sun Ping gave us some when he was happy, and I used it to make jewelry."

Now I understand. No wonder Sun Ping spends money like water. It turns out that his land produces gold.

The prince was very excited when he heard the news. "Mother, Qing'er, we must find a way to get these two mines. As long as we place someone next to Sun Ping, we can slowly make things happen."

But who could they arrange? They had no one in Longyou Road, and the only one they were most familiar with was Sun Xin.