Even the God of Quick Transmigration Needs an Assessment

Emperor Jing stared wide-eyed, his mouth agape, but it was as if an invisible force was choking him, and he couldn't utter a single word. All that could be heard was a series of hissing sounds, like bellows being pulled, coming from his dry throat.

After hearing everything, his originally pale face instantly turned ashen, as if all the blood had been drained from his body. His face was completely bloodless, withered and gaunt, looking quite frightening.

He never imagined that such a long-ago event would be dug up at this time, which was like torture for him. The hope he had finally seen was shattered again.

Knowing that Luo Jinghuai's approach wouldn't work, she stiffly turned to look at the Empress and Princess Anping, hoping they would spare him for the sake of her husband and father.

Anping couldn't help but sneer at his father's changed state, who was usually so full of vigor. So this is what happens to him now. The man who once controlled his life and death and treated everyone as a tool for exchanging benefits can actually be afraid. He can actually die. How ironic.

"Stop thinking about it, Father. How have you ever treated me, Mother, and my brother?"

I really don't know how he could have the nerve to act like nothing happened and ask for help after doing something like that. Who in this harem can he be fair to?

She and her brother were born of the same mother and looked alike. They had a strange connection. She was playful and mischievous from a young age, while her brother was the complete opposite. He was gentle and considerate, and very kind to those around him. He could recognize characters at the age of three, recite poems at the age of four, and had finished reading the Four Books and Five Classics by the age of five. Everyone who met him praised him and guessed that with his talent, he would surely be the future crown prince.

The little girl was undoubtedly jealous. Despite being born of the same mother and looking exactly the same, she couldn't compare to her brother in anything. She would deliberately tease him and secretly watch his helpless and frustrated expression.

That day was a sunny day, but every time I recall it, I can feel the biting cold. She was criticized by the teacher again, while her brother, as always, received the teacher's praise. She threw a tantrum at her brother, and in order to cheer her up, he ran to the pond by the Imperial Garden to pick lotus pods, but ended up drowning in an accident.

Standing in the ancestral hall, looking at her brother's memorial tablet, she was at a loss. Her dignified mother burst into tears in front of her. She said that she didn't blame her, but only blamed herself for not being able to distinguish between good and bad people.

It turns out that Consort Jia's people had been planted around her and her brother. She and her brother were close and always stayed together, so they deliberately sowed discord between them to make it easier to kill her brother. She was also the murderer who killed her brother.

If she hadn't listened to others' instigation and had been kinder to her brother, perhaps none of this would have happened.

From that day on, she took off her favorite dress, put on her brother's clothes, styled her hair in a boy's bun, and learned to care for her mother like her brother. She lost her brother, but became her brother again.

All of this was a scheme they had planned for years, designed to lure the Pei family into a trap and to avenge their loved ones.

Emperor Jing, who turned a blind eye to everything and remained tacitly in favor, was also among the targets.

Emperor Jing seemed to have completely lost his strength. After scheming and plotting countless times, he was finally outmaneuvered by the eagle. He was indignant. He was the emperor, and for the sake of the country, for power and glory, what could he not use, what could he not scheme against? They were the ones who didn't understand, they were the ones who were wrong!

I am right, I am the Son of Heaven!

Emperor Jing's eyes widened, his lips parted slightly, and his raised hand fell limply to the ground. Thus, the emperor passed away.

Luo Jinghuai felt nothing about his death, turned and left. He had other things to deal with and was busy.

Anping felt as if she had just returned to the world, and large tears streamed down her face. As she turned to the side, a ray of warm sunlight shone down on her, just like the day she had her last argument with her brother. The warm sunlight embraced her from behind, and she burst into tears. The sorrow she had endured for decades was finally released at this moment.

“Mother, we did it. My brother will be happy in heaven.”

The Empress hugged her daughter tightly, her voice gentle, her eyes filled with tears, "I think your brother would also prefer that Anping be Anping, that you no longer have to live under the burden of your brother's identity, and that you live for yourself."

"...Um."

The good times didn't last long. Just after dealing with the Pei family, problems arose at the border. The Xiliang tribes had always been eyeing the imperial court covetously. Previously, with Pei Zheng in charge, they dared not easily submit and remained obedient for many years. Now that the Pei family was in trouble, it was normal for them to make unusual moves. But the only strange thing was that they broke through the border in one fell swoop and captured several cities.

Luo Jinghuai originally thought that Pei Zheng had left a backup plan, but Luo Qingxiao, who had suffered a major blow, appeared. The once spirited young man seemed to have had his spine broken and became much more dejected.

With the Pei family's rebellion, Prince Gong, who carried the Pei family bloodline, also suffered. Although Luo Jinghuai spared him out of consideration for their past friendship and preserved his title, he ultimately fell from grace.

Many servants ran away or left, secretly taking a few things from the mansion. He was powerless to do anything about it. However, his bedroom was ransacked. Those servants had no reason to worry about blatantly breaking in and stealing things. Only a few people knew where he kept his things and could enter and leave his bedroom. After a little elimination, they identified the missing Shi Liuxiu.

“Your Majesty, it is my dereliction of duty that led me to store important items in a secret compartment in my bedroom, including a map of the border defenses. Unfortunately, it was stolen by a treacherous person, which has caused this great disaster.”

Luo Jinghuai's face was grim, and he waved his hand dismissively, his head throbbing. Luo Qingxiao wanted to say something, but hesitated, pursed his lips, raised his head, mustered his courage, knelt down, and kowtowed heavily. "I know that my uncle and mother have committed unforgivable crimes, and I will not defend them. I only ask that Your Majesty spare my grandparents in consideration of the Pei family's past merits. I am willing to hand over the remaining military power of the Pei family army."

As he spoke, he kowtowed again and again. Luo Jinghuai had always had complicated thoughts about this younger brother. He hated Consort Jia to the extreme, and therefore didn't give Luo Qingxiao a good look either. But the two of them, who were deep and ruthless, had raised a heartless child who couldn't even see the dislike of others. He just smiled and clung to his side, being silly and foolish. It was because of his existence that his situation in the palace improved.

It was through his words that Emperor Jing remembered him, who had been abandoned in the deep palace.

The carefree child abandoned his pride for his cherished family, losing all his former pride, just like he used to be. No wonder they are blood relatives.

"Issue the decree: The Pei family has committed heinous crimes and should be executed along with the entire family. However, since the new dynasty is about to be established, it is not appropriate to kill too many people. Considering the Pei family's past merits, those who plotted rebellion will be executed, and those who have not committed serious crimes will be exiled to Jingnan. Prince Gong will retain his title and be granted the fief of Jingnan. He will not be allowed to return to the capital without an imperial edict."

Luo Qingxiao kowtowed again to thank the imperial decree, and from then on, Wangjing no longer had a seventh prince.

Moon Mist came to see him off. After learning everything, she sighed but was glad he was still alive. In the original story, he had already been torn apart by five horses. Now, he was showing mercy in the face of the hatred for killing his mother.

"See you again someday."

Moon Mist hugged him and gently patted his back. If things can't be changed, then we'll try our best to change the future.

Luo Qingxiao buried his head in Yuewu's shoulder, remaining silent. Only the dampness on his shoulder revealed his emotions. After a long while, he raised his red-faced head, regaining some of his former spirit, and gritted his teeth as he looked at An Jibai beside him, "Take care of yourself. If you get bullied, come to Jingnan to find me."

She took a deep breath, let go of his hand, and stood a little further away. Tears welled up in her eyes again. "An Jibai, even if you win this time, I will never lose in the future."

The carriage carried the procession away into the distance, leaving only a trail of carriage tracks on the ground that gradually faded into the distance.

Moon Mist remained in the same position, still tinged with a faint sadness. Her previous aversion was one thing, but now seeing people still evoked feelings of emotion and regret. Human emotions were indeed complex, and she still had much to learn.

"Now that you've finished reading, let's go. Your husband will accompany you home."

Yuewu instantly snapped out of her sorrow, a faint blush rising to her cheeks. She took An Jibai's hand, a smile playing on her lips, and said in a relaxed tone, "Let's go home, let's go!"

The warm and gentle sunlight, like a golden veil, gently spread across the wide, flat road, as if draping the earth in a dazzling golden robe. In this bright light, two groups of people met in the center, then parted ways and went their separate ways, their figures gradually disappearing. Looking back, all that could be seen was the distant horizon. The sunlight quietly witnessed this farewell, comforting everyone's heart with its warmth.