I just want to be a princess, no, you want to be a queen

Under Lu Mingyuan's repeated questioning, Chen Hong held his wife's wrist and pretended to be calm: "Ayuan, you have been suffering from insomnia and nightmares recently. How could I harm my father-in-law?"

Lu Mingyuan struggled to break free with an expressionless face and stood there motionless.

"I'm asking you this today because you're Yin'er's father. Do you think I don't have evidence to present to the Emperor?"

Until this moment, Lu Mingyuan still couldn't believe that the person who had shared a bed with him for seven years was such a devil with a human face and a beast's heart.

Her hand touched his face, her hand was icy cold: "I just can't understand, my father treats you like his own son, why do you want to hurt him like this?"

Chen Hong panicked and held his wife's hand tightly. "Ayuan, I have no choice. My father-in-law is too stubborn. I am just following his orders."

"Whose orders do you obey? The one surnamed Song in the palace or the one surnamed Song in the court?"

It just doesn't matter anymore.

The food is cold, the wine is cold, there is no going back.

Lu Mingyuan lifted Chen Hong's face with both hands and said coldly, "Chen Hong, I don't care if you want to be the highest official in the country, or if you want to bring honor to the Zhongxin Marquis's family, but you should never use my flesh and blood as a stepping stone for your promotion."

The baby sleeping in the bed woke up. He didn't know what had happened between his parents, but he started crying.

Chen Hong knelt down at Lu Mingyuan's feet with a thud and said in a trembling voice, "Ah Yuan, for the sake of our son, please forgive me this time. I will definitely treat you and Yin'er well in the future."

"I have no right to forgive or not forgive you. I can only send you to see them and ask them if they will forgive you."

Her voice was not loud, but it made people's scalps tingle.

The cups and bowls knocked over and the wine spilled all over the floor.

Chen Hong suddenly found it difficult to breathe. He looked at the woman looking down at him in horror, "Did you drug me?"

"Drug? My husband underestimates me too much." Lu Mingyuan shook off his hand and chuckled.

"My father is a mighty general, my second brother can take the head of an enemy soldier amidst a mighty army, and I personally taught my third brother the martial arts that surpass all the other soldiers."

"Do you think I, Lu Mingyuan, can't lift a knife?"

After saying that, Lu Mingyuan took out a scimitar from his long sleeves and stabbed Chen Hong.

Chen Hong flipped the round table and dodged. Looking back, he saw a knife lodged in his chest, piercing his heart. He slid down against the bedpost in disbelief, tears streaming down his face as blood streamed down his cheeks.

The scenes of his life flew by before his eyes. Holding on to his last breath, Chen Hong looked at his wife, whom he had never known for seven years, and smiled: "Ayuan, I love you. I just want you to rely on me forever."

The white gauze skirt fluttered in front of his eyes. He wanted to reach out and grab it, but he could no longer hold it.

Lu Mingyuan took a step back, raised his head and held back his tears.

"The Xiongnu spies spread cholera, and my husband died for his country. Your Majesty will surely reward the House of the Earl of Loyalty and Trustworthiness and grant him posthumous honors. When Yin'er inherits the title, he will surely restore the House of the Earl of Loyalty and Trustworthiness to its former glory."

After seven years of marriage, Lu Mingyuan finally couldn't bear it anymore and knelt on one knee holding the child.

The fair and tender baby was his only blood in this world. But he never even glanced at it, his eyes always fixed on his wife's beautiful face.

There was no longer any fear or timidity in his eyes, only love and infinite regret: "My A-Yuan is always so considerate of everything. I am ultimately a superfluous person."

He raised his hand to touch his wife's warmth one last time, but it slipped in mid-air.

The baby's loud cry resounded throughout the world.

Lu Mingyuan raised his hand to close Chen Hong's eyes, then stood up and looked at the only witness in the room. Lu Mingyang shuddered with fear and clung to the beam to prevent himself from sliding down.

"What's up?"

Lu Mingyuan's voice was very calm, as if nothing had happened. Lu Mingyang wanted to speak, but his throat couldn't make any sound and he shook his head fiercely.

Who would have thought that a seemingly fragile lady could kill the man beside her with one move, quickly, accurately and ruthlessly.

She was so stupid that she was worried that she would be bullied.

And want to protect her.

Lu Mingyuan said, "Go back to the ancestral hall and burn a stick of incense for father and your two brothers."

Lu Mingyang nodded.

Lu Mingyuan continued, "If anyone asks about the death of Lord Zhongxin..."

"I don't know. He was already dead when I came in."

"Go call for help!"

"Help, help..."

Lu Mingyang ran out.

She didn't know what happened in the Zhongxin Marquis's Mansion, nor did she dare to know. She ran all the way back to the Chengyang Marquis' Mansion, not even returning to Xunyang Pavilion, but went straight to the ancestral hall and obediently burned incense.

"Dad, second brother, third brother, we are brothers and sisters. You must tell your eldest sister in her dream tonight that I will not betray her, absolutely not. Let her rest assured."

"Second sister, what's wrong with you?"

Yang Nian'er was waiting for her second sister in the front hall. Unexpectedly, when her second sister entered the yard, she didn't see her at all. She followed her and patted Lu Mingyang lightly on the shoulder.

Lu Mingyang shuddered with fear, dropping the sandalwood in his hand. Once he saw who was coming, he hugged Yang Nian'er and burst into tears.

"Lord Zhongxin is dead!"

Soon, everyone in Chengyang Marquis's Mansion gathered in the ancestral hall.

Uncle Zhong knelt on the ground, looking at Lu Shao's tablet, and wailed in pain: "Why is the eldest girl's life so miserable?"

Aunt Liu hugged her daughter and cried non-stop, "My poor daughter, the head of the Zhongxin Marquis's house is gone, how can I find a husband for you, my eldest daughter?"

“…Just cry slowly!”

Lu Mingyang didn't know what to say, so she pulled her sister away. When they reached a quiet place, she said, "Nian'er, if anything happens to me, you should go home."

"Second sister, why are you acting so strange?" Yang Nian'er was puzzled. "It's just a death. When my eldest sister's father-in-law died, you weren't so scared."

How are they the same!

Lu Mingyang was so upset that he wanted to cry. Why did he break in at that time?

A dark figure approached from the front, silent and ghostly. Terrified, Lu Mingyang grabbed her sister and turned to run. Yang Nian'er grabbed her and looked at the person.

"Your Highness Prince Ningyuan, why are you here?"

"I heard that something happened in the mansion of Marquis Zhongxin. My wife-to-be was frightened, so I came to visit." Chu Mingzheng stopped and looked at the hands held together.

"You guys chat." Yang Nian'er let go of her second sister's hand and left tactfully.

Lu Mingyang came to his senses and took two steps back, dodging Chu Mingzheng's outstretched hand. "It's getting late, Your Highness, please go back and get some rest!"

"I just arrived and you drove me away. Girl, you are really, ah..." Chu Mingzheng spread out his hands, his face full of conscience.

"I'm just worried about your highness's health. Let's go to the front hall!" Lu Mingyang put his hand in his palm and pulled him to the front hall.

Chu Mingzheng asked: "Are you injured? Did the criminals attack you?"

"No!" Lu Mingyang shook his head: "When I went in, Uncle Zhongxin was already dead. I didn't see any bandits."