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

Lord Meng was taken away and all the guests left.

Seeing that the excitement had ended, Meng Tingyue also wanted to go back with Shen Yunheng.

Suddenly, a maid panicked and the tray in her hand lost balance, causing the wine to spill out, all staining Meng Tingyue's gorgeous clothes.

The maidservant looked terrified and fell to her knees, repeatedly begging for mercy: "Princess, please spare my life. This servant deserves death. Please spare my life, Princess."

Meng Tingyue's eyes softened and gently fell on the mottled wine stain on her body. She said softly, "Nothing."

After saying this, she turned her head and looked at Shen Yunheng, "My husband, please go back to the carriage and wait for a while. I will come to meet you after I change my clothes."

Upon hearing this, Shen Yunheng nodded slightly, turned around and walked into the night without saying a word, gradually going farther and farther away.

"Please follow me, Princess." The maid lowered her head and spoke softly, her tone respectful.

Meng Tingyue glanced at the maid with indifferent eyes, nodded slightly, and followed the maid with light steps.

The two left the bustling banquet hall and gradually entered the backyard shrouded in moonlight. The evening breeze blowing on their faces was extremely refreshing.

It was quiet and deserted.

When they reached the lotus pond, Meng Tingyue stopped, her gaze gentle yet tinged with a hint of coldness, as she fixed it on the slender maid in front of her. She asked softly, "If my memory serves me correctly, there seemed to be guest rooms nearby where we just passed. Why did you take this long detour?"

The maid hesitated for a moment, then slowly turned around, her voice trembling with a barely perceptible tremor. "Your Highness, you've misunderstood. That house was accidentally damaged by a fire a few days ago. While it may appear intact on the outside, it's a complete ruin inside. It's truly not a place your Highness should set foot in."

Meng Tingyue added, "If that's the case, then wouldn't it be closer to Yunxiang Garden?"

A trace of panic flashed across the maid's eyes. "What the Crown Princess said is absolutely right. It was my fault for forgetting it."

Meng Tingyue's gaze, filled with the intimidation of a Crown Princess, fell on the maid, with a hint of indifference in her eyes as if she saw through everything.

She moved her steps lightly, tilted her body slightly, lifted her feet slightly, and kicked suddenly. There was a "plop" sound, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling into the water, breaking the tranquility around her.

Meng Tingyue slowly turned her head to look over, a hint of scorn on her face, "Jiang Qingrou, ah Jiang Qingrou, you only know how to use such despicable tricks to harm others."

In the lotus pond, Mrs. Meng was struggling in the water, splashing everywhere, looking very miserable. Her eyes were filled with anger and fear as she looked at Meng Tingyue.

“Help—help—”

Her cries for help, mixed with the dull gurgling of choking water, sounded particularly shrill in the night.

The maidservant beside her was extremely anxious and was about to jump into the pool to save her, but was stopped by Meng Tingyue's cold gaze.

There was a layer of murderous intent and slight anger between Meng Tingyue's brows. "You are helping the tyrant to commit atrocities today and want to follow her to harm me. How can I tolerate you!"

When the maid heard this, her face turned pale instantly, her legs went limp, and she fell to her knees, kowtowed repeatedly and begged for mercy.

"Tonight, Lord Meng was framed and taken away for investigation. Madame Meng was overwhelmed with grief and walked alone to the lotus pond to admire the moon. However, she accidentally fell into the pond. By the time servants arrived, she had already drowned."

Meng Tingyue decided Mrs. Meng's fate with just a few casual words.

The maid was not stupid. After understanding her hidden meaning, she quickly leaned forward and agreed, claiming that she had not seen anything tonight.

Meng Tingyue nodded slightly and said softly, "Tomorrow someone will redeem you. From now on, you will be free from this trouble. Remember, if this matter is ever leaked, you will bear the consequences yourself."

"I understand." After thanking her, the maid quickly retreated at Meng Tingyue's signal.

The cries for help in the lake gradually weakened, and Mrs. Meng's struggles became increasingly weaker, and soon she was silent.

Meng Tingyue stood beside the lotus pond on the shore, witnessing all this.

Her eyes were filled with indifference and the pleasure of revenge.

She stood by the lake for half a cup of tea and felt it was very cold. She shivered for a moment before turning around and leaving.

Just after taking a few steps, a slender figure came into view.

Meng Tingyue's eyes lifted up involuntarily, and when she saw the man's face clearly, the wariness in her eyes instantly surged like a tide. At the same time, a hint of hidden thoughts and speculations quietly brewed in her eyes.

"This is the inner residence of the Meng Mansion, a quiet place. I wonder why His Royal Highness Prince Qing has condescended to visit?" Her voice was cold with a subtle hint of alienation and temptation.

Prince Qing's eyes were scorching, as if he wanted to see through Meng Tingyue.

"You're back too, aren't you?"

Meng Tingyue accurately captured the word "也", and her eyes became deep, as rich and deep as the night.

We are back, everyone is back, that’s great.

She concealed the sadness in her eyes, her expression calm, without any trace of guilt or panic. "Why does Prince Qing say that?"

The Qing King covered his mouth with a handkerchief, and a series of rapid and violent coughs broke the silence around him.

When his coughing subsided a little, he slowly unfolded his tightly clenched handkerchief, and a shocking crimson color came into his sight. However, he seemed not to notice it, but just casually put it away and analyzed it in an orderly manner.

"On the surface, you were gently trying to appease the maid, asking her to keep silent about what happened today. However, this was merely a temporary tactic, a delaying tactic."

"Tomorrow morning, you will secretly seek an opportunity to quietly eliminate this maid who knows the secret... After all, in this world, only the dead can completely keep a secret."

As he finished speaking, he suddenly broke out into a violent coughing fit. His thin body trembled in the moonlight, and his face looked even paler and weaker.

"I taught you this method myself." His voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of subtle bitterness.

The mist-like doubts in King Qing's heart seemed to be blown away by a breeze and gradually dissipated, revealing the truth of the matter.

His impotence for no apparent reason on the wedding day, and Yue'er's cold attitude towards him, now have an explanation.

Yue'er has always been kind, how could she do such a cruel thing today? In her previous life, Yue'er became so cruel because she loved him too much.

As for the changes in the situation at this banquet, they were all the result of Yue'er's careful planning.

If he had not planned everything in advance and made careful plans at every step, how could he have led Meng Ci step by step into the abyss of no return?

If she had come back a long time ago, then everything would make sense.

An indescribable regret welled up in the heart of Prince Qing, regretting that he had returned too late.

"Yue'er, I was wrong. I was bewitched by that woman Meng Qingjiao. Everything is her fault. Can you give me another chance?"

After he finished speaking, he coughed violently again, his chest heaving, as if he was going to cough out his heart and lungs.

His body swayed slightly, as if he was trying hard to stay standing.

The moonlight poured down, making his already thin body look even thinner. His persistent eyes were fixed on Meng Tingyue, full of desire and regret.

Hearing this, Meng Tingyue curled up the corners of her lips in a faint sneer, her eyes deep and cold, "Shen Yunchen, in my previous life, it was me, Meng Tingyue, who was blind. That's why I believed your sweet words and naively thought that you could help me find out the cause of my mother's death and avenge her..."

She gently raised her eyelids, a cold light flashing in her eyes, "Do you think I will repeat the same mistakes, or... do you think I am attracted to you?"

Prince Shen Yunchen of Qing Dynasty faltered slightly, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. "If you weren't in my heart, why did you drink the poisoned wine without hesitation?"

I even shed tears for him...

Hearing this, Meng Tingyue sneered, "You were the supreme ruler at that time. You could have taken someone's life in a moment's thought. How could you have allowed them to linger on until after midnight?"

"Have you noticed that since I left, your health has deteriorated and you've become increasingly unable to cope?"

Prince Qing's expression changed slightly, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, "Could it be... that my increasingly weak body is..."

Meng Tingyue said, "Yes, it was me who secretly poisoned you during your daily diet."

King Qing's face was full of disbelief.

He always thought that he was poisoned by someone.

In this world, the only two people who can cure the poison in his body are Yue'er and Doctor Qi.

However, fate was cruel, and the two people who could save him were killed by his own hands.

Meng Tingyue stared at him intently, her eyes burning with fervor. She spoke slowly, "You've been holding off on taking action against the Meng family, and I've long been suspicious. I had planned to quietly detoxify you after resolving the Meng family issue, but I never imagined you'd collude with Meng Qingjiao and attack me instead."

After she finished speaking, her eyes grew fiercer. "It seems your poison took effect too early. If I could delay it for another month, I could have let you die quietly in Jiangnan."

The King of Qing's face grew paler and paler, like rice paper covered in winter snow, and his body was shaky, like a candle in the wind.

Suddenly, he spat out a mouthful of blood and slowly fell to the ground.

He collapsed to the ground, looking at the figure not far away with a dazed look, hoping to catch a trace of panic and helplessness on her face.

She stood quietly by, without any intention of going forward to help.

This discovery made King Qing feel that the last trace of warmth in his body had been drained away, and the coldness spread from his limbs to every part of his body, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

Meng Tingyue stared coldly at Prince Qing, her mind churning with thoughts. After a moment, she slowly pulled a slender silver needle from her delicate purse and expertly inserted it into an acupuncture point on Prince Qing's body.

He then turned around and quickly went to the nearest courtyard to change his dirty coat.

When she returned to the side of Prince Qing, she put away the silver needle and felt that Prince Qing was still breathing weakly, so she began to call for help.

Mu Xia, who was waiting outside, came over after hearing the noise.

A look of panic appeared on Meng Tingyue's face.

Mu Xia didn't suspect anything and hurried away with Prince Qing in his arms.

After returning to the Prince Qing's palace, despite the treatment of countless imperial physicians, the Prince Qing was unable to recover.

When Meng Tingyue returned home, she suddenly developed a high fever. Given Doctor Wu's previous assertion, no one doubted that this was related to Meng Tingyue.

It was said that Prince Qing witnessed Madam Meng falling into the water, and his emotional agitation triggered his old illness.

By the time the Crown Princess discovered it, it was too late to save the situation.

Mu Xia fell into deep self-blame, blaming himself for why he had to obey King Qing's orders and wait outside. If he had discovered King Qing earlier, he might have been able to be cured.

Prince Qing died of illness, Jiang Qingrou drowned in the lotus pond, and Lord Meng was taken away. A series of news reached Meng Qingjiao's ears, and Meng Qingjiao went crazy. The Prince Qing's Mansion was deserted in an instant.

When he was found, he had already died on the bed.

(Finish)