Reborn to marry, the short-lived prince lived a hundred years

Meng Ci knew that Jiang Qingrou was jealous by nature, so he took advantage of her jealousy and killed his mother step by step.

Although he did not take the initiative, he was the mastermind behind all this.

Meng Tingyue gently flipped through the notes left by her mother. Between the lines, her mother's earlier doubts and anxieties were revealed.

My mother had long suspected that he had an affair with another woman, but she had never doubted Meng Ci's sincerity towards her, and she had never expected that Meng Ci would intend to murder her.

She had sent people to investigate, but without exception, they found nothing.

He suspected that Meng Ci had discovered this matter, so he wrote a letter back to ask for help from his parents and brother, but he received no reply to the letter he sent back, so he thought of returning to Jiangnan.

But she didn't expect that this trip back to Jiangnan would become her death warrant.

Perhaps Meng Ci suspected that his mother had discovered something, so he took action in advance.

Meng Tingyue turned to the last page of the notebook.

My mother's record also froze on the day before she returned to Jiangnan.

The last few letters written by Meng Ci were all about comforting the Meng family, saying that he had not yet established a firm foothold in the capital, and coaxing them that he would bring them to the capital only after he had gained a firm foothold.

Meng Ci deceived his mother for nine years and deceived the Meng family for nineteen years.

Meng Tingyue spent an hour reading the letter and her mother's notes, sorting out everything.

Afterwards, she spent another half an hour suppressing the anger in her chest and calming down.

There was no direct evidence in the letter to prove that Meng Ci murdered her mother. It only proved that Meng Ci was involved in deceiving her mother and borrowing money from the Xiao family to climb up the ladder.

She could only use this letter to expose Meng Ci's lies of defrauding money and tear up the image he had created of himself struggling alone and not using the Xiao family's money to live off his wife.

But she can't do this, her uncle has to do it.

According to her plan, the Xiao family's trip to Beijing to meet the emperor would probably take until July, so she would have more than a month to make her plans.

During this period, she had to find a way to get the two elders of the Meng family, that is, her "resurrected" grandparents, to come to the capital to confront Meng Ci face to face.

She needs to find out the current location of the two elders of the Meng family first.

Meng Tingyue lowered her eyes, as if thinking about something.

She called softly, "Yan Hong Qing Lan."

Hearing the sound, the two hurried into the house.

"What are your instructions, Princess?"

Meng Tingyue waved to them gently, and the distance between the three of them was instantly shortened.

She whispered softly in their ears, "You are like this..."

After hearing this, Yan Hong and Qing Lan's eyes flashed with understanding, and they nodded in unison, "We understand."

Then, Meng Tingyue stood up, her sleeves fluttering, and said in a clear voice, "Qingdian, come with me to the dungeon and bring out my 'uncle'."

"Yan Hong, go and arrange a courtyard so that my 'uncle' can rest in peace."

Yan Hong said, "Yes."

In a dark and damp dungeon.

Meng Dongliang curled up in the corner, his arms tightly wrapped around his trembling knees, his eyes fixed like nails on the big rat diagonally opposite that was unscrupulously gnawing on the leftovers in the bowl.

There was a trace of fear in his eyes, fearing that the rat would turn around and bite him after eating the leftovers in the bowl.

"Hurry up and open the door and let my uncle out." Meng Tingyue's voice, slightly dissatisfied and anxious, came from outside.

There was a rustling sound from the side, and Meng Dongliang looked up impatiently, like a thirsty man who finally found rain after a long drought.

When his sight fell upon the elegant figure outside the cell, an irrepressible joy flashed in his eyes.

He quickly stood up and almost stumbled towards the door, his voice filled with excitement and urgency: "Niece, you are finally here."

Seeing him suddenly rush out, Meng Tingyue calmly moved her lotus steps and a gentle, apologetic smile appeared on her face. "It is my fault that my uncle has suffered. I have already asked the maid to prepare hot water for my uncle to bathe and wash away the bad luck on his body."

Hearing this, Meng Dongliang's body straightened up a little involuntarily, and his words revealed the condemnation of an elder to a younger person.

"You kid, you're such a jerk! I've already told you I'm your uncle, but you're still skeptical. If you'd been a few days late, I'm afraid that rat would have eaten my old bones."

Hearing him say this, Meng Tingyue really couldn't help it, and secretly complained in her heart: That rat is picky about food, it won't eat the flesh of bad people, and it will probably grow a tumor if it eats it.

"This matter is indeed my negligence. Recently, many people of unknown identities have come here, claiming to be my relatives. If I hadn't checked them one by one, I'm afraid the Prince's Mansion would be overcrowded with all kinds of 'relatives'."

"Is this true?!" Meng Dongliang was shocked when he heard this.

She nodded slightly. "They are just some scoundrels pretending to be my distant relatives. As for my uncles, no one dares to pretend to be them. After all, my father announced to the world early on that both parents have passed away, and there are no relatives left to care for them."

"That's why I was so skeptical when my uncle showed up."

"But since my uncle is still alive, are my grandparents still healthy?"

Meng Dongliang said without hesitation: "That's natural."

"Since my uncle and grandfather are still alive, why did my father tell everyone that you had passed away? What if that were to come true..."

Having said this, Meng Tingyue gently covered her mouth with a handkerchief.

Meng Dongliang's expression was grim. "Isn't this just the situation that forced me to do this?"

"Oh? What happened?" There was a hint of curiosity in Meng Tingyue's eyes.

Meng Dongliang's eyes flickered, and he looked away unconsciously, saying vaguely: "I don't know about that. You have to ask your father."

"No need to send me off, niece. Just ask the maid to take me to the courtyard."

Meng Dongliang raised his hand to wipe away the sweat beads on his forehead.

He always felt that the aura of his eldest niece was so similar to that of the prince, and both were so creepy.

"In that case, I will leave first. If you need anything, please send a maid to find me."

After saying this, Meng Tingyue left slowly.

After Meng Tingyue left, the maid sent Meng Dongliang to the West Garden.

Stepping into Xiyuan, Meng Dongliang looked around. The furnishings in the house were luxurious yet elegant. He examined each piece of furnishing in the house one by one, and after confirming that they were all priceless authentic items, a glimmer of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"As expected of the Prince's Mansion, it's so grand."

He sat comfortably on the black carved wooden chair, his fingertips stroking the round handles, his eyes filled with joy.

His gaze passed through the courtyard and fell on the maids who were busy running around, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

He raised his hand slightly, pointed his fingertips at a maid waving a broom outside the door, and said in a playful tone, "You, that's you, come here."

Upon hearing this, the maid, holding the broom, walked into the house with a hint of doubt and asked softly, "Master, what are your instructions?"

Meng Dongliang's lips curled up into a smile, his fingers slowly stroking his chin, his eyes full of teasing: "Come closer, let me see more clearly."

The maid obediently took two steps forward, appearing a little reserved.

At this moment, Meng Dongliang suddenly stretched out his arm, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into his arms without waiting for her to stand firmly. His movements were smooth and natural, as if he had done it countless times.

The maid was horrified, "Sir!"