The Reincarnation of the Beauty: The Concubine Doctor and the Conspiracy

When the little boy was born, his crisp cry seemed to inject a burst of vitality into the Yun family, and the whole house was instantly filled with joy.

Ling Xuan looked at the chubby little baby in the cradle with great joy, and named the child "Yi Chen", hoping that the child would be able to stay away from worldly troubles and live a carefree life.

Yun Mengting couldn't bear to take her eyes off her son for a moment, and kept watching him. The tenderness in her eyes was like a gurgling stream under the warm spring sun, endless.

She gently tickled Yi Chen's little feet and whispered softly, "My baby, you have mother and father to protect you, no one can touch you." Ling Xuan watched this tender scene from the side, his heart softened, and he secretly vowed to pile all the delicacies and love in the world in front of his wife and children.

But the court, like a fickle God, had become increasingly hostile to Ling Xuan since Yi Chen's birth. Those ministers who had once treated Ling Xuan with such affection and affection now fled from him as if he were the plague god, fearing the consequences.

Ling Xuan was quite carefree, not taking this sordid matter too seriously. Besides cuddling his sweet son and chatting with his wife, he spent the rest of his time in his study, diligently practicing martial arts and poring over military texts, quietly building up his confidence. Occasionally, when he felt overwhelmed, he would stride quickly to the center of the courtyard, brandishing his longsword, the wind whistling as if to shatter all the invisible frustration and cowardice.

Yun Mengting was so clever; how could she not see the subtle annoyance in his heart? When Yichen fell asleep, she lightly walked to Lingxuan's side and gently smoothed his frown, "Your Highness, don't let these little dirty things in the court worry you too much. We've all been through a lot. This little stumbling block is nothing to mention." Lingxuan sheathed his sword, sighed, and looked at her with a wry smile, "Ting'er, I just feel aggrieved. I wanted to provide you and Yichen with a safe and secure world, but who would have thought that now I'd make you worry and fear." Yun Mengting smiled, reached out and took his hand, saying warmly, "Family is connected, sharing happiness and hardship. Your kindness is more precious than anything else."

However, fate, like an old fox, refused to let anyone rest. Though Liu Tianjiao had long since passed away, his remnants, colluded with foreign demons, fabricated a ridiculously false "proof" and presented it to the emperor, falsely accusing Ling Xuan of colluding with the enemy and plotting treason and usurping the throne. The emperor, already wary of Ling Xuan's command of a large military force and his growing prestige, was instantly enraged by this "evidence." Without a word, he ordered the Imperial Guards to take Ling Xuan to the Heavenly Prison to await trial. He also deployed heavy troops to completely encircle the Yun family, forbidding anyone from entering or leaving.

Yun Mengting was terrified upon hearing the news, but her mind raced, unfazed. She hugged Yi Chen tightly, her eyes instantly sharp as a hawk's: "How dare these bastards confuse right and wrong! The prince is loyal to the court, as the sun and the moon bear witness to. They're deliberately framing him!" She dispatched trusted confidants to frantically contact old friends who had shared their lives, as well as any ministers with a sense of justice, to try to mediate. At the same time, she quietly instructed her most trusted subordinates to dig deep for any clues that might prove Ling Xuan's innocence.

When the mysterious old man heard about this, he came to help with a group of chivalrous men without saying a word. Everyone worked together and searched everywhere under the cover of the dark night.

Ling Xuan, imprisoned in the Sky Prison, remained erect, like a towering pine tree. He declared to the jailer who had brought him his food, "I, Ling Xuan, have a clear conscience and will undoubtedly redeem myself from this unjustifiable injustice. Just keep your eyes peeled and wait!" The jailer, frightened by his righteous aura, retreated in a hesitant manner.

Ling Xuan knew clearly in his heart that Yun Mengting outside would not give up easily. This unreserved trust and concern was like a bright light in the dark night, supporting him to stand firm in this cold and damp cell.

A few days later, the court hearing began. The atmosphere within the Golden Palace was so dignified it felt as if water could be squeezed out. The ministers stood on either side, hushed and silent, not daring to even breathe. The emperor sat high atop the dragon throne, his expression as gloomy as the sky before a storm, as he coldly surveyed Ling Xuan below.

As everyone trembled with fear, Yun Mengting, holding Yichen in her arms, entered the hall with her head held high. She bowed graciously to the emperor, then spoke with neither arrogance nor servility: "Your Majesty, I am fully aware that the prince has been wrongly accused. I have come with detailed evidence, and I implore Your Majesty to take the time to review it." Then, she steadily presented a stack of letters and a list of witnesses.

This evidence was hard-earned. Yun Mengting was reborn, having navigated the treacherous court in her previous life, having witnessed countless underhanded tactics. She knew which connections held hidden secrets and could prove invaluable at crucial moments.

Relying on her memories from her past life, she quickly identified several key figures who knew the inside story. After her rebirth, she also diligently studied pharmacology and mastered the art of manipulating people's hearts.

With a little cunning, she coaxed the scoundrels involved in the frame-up into confessing the truth, admitting that the so-called "ironclad evidence" was nothing but a deliberate lie. Yun Mengting then dug up Ling Xuan's numerous military exploits, including his life-or-death service to the imperial court, and pleaded earnestly, "Your Majesty, the prince is so devoted to his country and family. How could he have committed such a heinous crime? I implore Your Majesty to see clearly and not allow a loyal minister to suffer injustice!"

The emperor took the evidence and flipped through the pages, his face alternately livid and red. Several righteous ministers in the hall also spoke up to defend Ling Xuan. The emperor finally sighed, "Fine, Ling Xuan. I'll trust you for now. If you make a mistake again, I won't let you off lightly!" Ling Xuan quickly knelt to express his gratitude. Looking up, his eyes met Yun Mengting's, theirs filled with unwavering gratitude and deep affection.

After this incident, Ling Xuan had completely seen through the filth and sinister nature of the court, and he began to consider resigning. After returning home, he took Yun Mengting's hand and said firmly, "Ting'er, I have decided to resign. Let's take Yichen to a picturesque paradise, away from the whirlpool of justice, to live a carefree and carefree life." Yun Mengting's eyes sparkled, and she nodded quickly, "Great! As long as our family is together and harmonious, wherever we go will be a paradise on earth."

So, Ling Xuan wrote a letter of resignation and submitted it. The emperor pretended to persuade him to stay, so he accepted it. The Yun family packed their bags in a hurry, and on a sunny morning, the carriage rumbled out of the capital city gate.

Inside the carriage, Ling Xuan, Yun Mengting, and Yi Chen huddled together. Gazing back at the towering palace walls, Ling Xuan sighed with emotion, "Let all the past grudges and grievances drift away with this gentle breeze." Yun Mengting leaned on his shoulder and softly echoed, "From now on, there will only be the gentle breeze and bright moon, and peaceful days of family happiness." The carriage gradually drifted away, speeding towards a new life that was both unknown and full of hope. Their story began a warm and bright new chapter.