The Reborn Princess Has Turned Evil

He resented being the prince of the abandoned kingdom who was being hunted down, why he was burdened with such a burden and why he had failed. Now, in his current state, what difference was there between him and a dead man?

"Qingyun..." Murong Peifeng tried several times before finally managing to utter two words.

His voice was hoarse and strained; he could only utter two words before his throat became extremely hoarse.

Suddenly hearing Murong Peifeng speak, Murong Qingyun was overjoyed and excited, "Brother... Brother, you're willing to speak now." As she spoke, she went to help him up and get the bowl. She struggled a lot and it took a lot of effort to help Murong Peifeng lean back.

"Brother, let me feed you."

Seeing Murong Qingyun's tear-streaked face, her expression a mixture of surprise and joy, Murong Peifeng's heart stirred slightly. He sighed inwardly, thinking that this was probably the person in the manor who worried about him the most.

"Brother, let me feed you."

Seeing Murong Peifeng staring at her in a daze, Murong Qingyun was taken aback. She looked down at the porridge in her hand and asked, "Is this porridge not to your liking, brother? I'll go and tell the servants to prepare some more."

As she was about to get up, Murong Peifeng grabbed her with his left hand, "Qingyun." He was a martial artist, and although he had been seriously ill and had not eaten or drunk for several days, he still had some strength.

"Hmm? Brother?"

Murong Peifeng shook his head helplessly, "No need."

"Feed me some porridge."

Murong Qingyun could hardly believe her ears. Overjoyed, she quickly said, "Good, good." As she spoke, she sat down and fed Murong Peifeng porridge.

The main hall of the Marquis of Pingchang's residence.

The newly placed fish tank is located in the open-air central hall. The lotus flowers have now faded, but the chrysanthemums on both sides are blooming brightly.

"Good sister, what brings you here?"

Lady Wu Zhihua, the wife of the Marquis, was originally staying in Murong Peifeng's room when a servant came to report that Lady Fu Yabi, the wife of the Duke of Zhenguo, had come to visit. Not for the sake of social interaction among noble families, but simply because the two of them had grown up together since childhood, even if Murong Peifeng had an accident, she would still have to come to receive him.

The newcomer was a woman of similar age to Wu Zhihua. She wore a dark green silk dress and her hair was adorned with pearls and hairpins. Although she was of a certain age, she was very wealthy and exuded elegance and nobility.

"Hua'er." Even though the two had been married for many years, Fu Yabi still addressed Wu Zhihua as such.

Wu Zhihua felt heavy-hearted, but still wore a polite smile. The two of them talked and then helped each other walk inside.

After the servants served tea, fruit, and snacks, Wu Zhihua waved for them to leave.

The incense in the room was so fragrant that it calmed everyone down.

"Please have some tea, sister."

"Hua'er, are you alright?"

The two spoke almost simultaneously.

"What?" Wu Zhihua was taken aback. "What do you mean by this, sister?"

Seeing Wu Zhihua's reaction, Fu Yabi was somewhat surprised. "Hua'er, don't you know? It's all over the capital now." She paused for a moment, then continued, "It's about your young master being injured."

She spoke subtly, but the rumors outside were that Murong Peifeng had become crippled, which worried her greatly, hence her visit. However, Wu Zhihua looked completely bewildered, which puzzled her. Could it be that this was not true?

"What? What did you say that has spread throughout the capital, sister?" Wu Zhihua stood up almost instantly, extremely excited.

She had clearly given orders to keep this matter under strict surveillance, but now even Fu Yabi knew about it, which meant the whole capital knew. What if Murong Peifeng knew? She didn't even want to think about it. In an instant, she lost her composure and collapsed into her chair.

"Hua'er... Hua'er, what's wrong with you?" Wu Zhihua's actions frightened Fu Yabi, who immediately went forward to help her up.

Wu Zhihua sat still for a while before slowly saying, "I'm fine."

Noble ladies and officials' wives are all shrewd people. Even if Wu Zhihua didn't say anything at the moment, Fu Yabi already understood seven or eight parts of it.

……

Yongfu Palace.

"Princess."

Afang brought in a plate of fragrant pears and placed it on the table. She said to Jing Anle, who was painting, "Princess, what's going on in the streets of the capital today?" She had a smile on her face, as if she had done something wrong and gotten away with it.

Afang didn't say anything, but Jing Anle knew what it was about. She just smiled slightly, her brush still moving smoothly, and after a while she said, "This excitement is something that everyone in the world should see."

If this vain old hag knew she was being talked about by everyone in the capital, what kind of expression would she have? Thinking of this, Jing Anle's smile deepened. As for Murong Peifeng, he deserved it; this kind of gossip would surely keep the capital lively for a long time.

The Empress Dowager's fall in the main hall yesterday was sudden and unexpected. Moreover, with so many ministers and their families present, it was only natural that the news would leak out. Judging from Emperor Jing's attitude yesterday, she knew that he wouldn't intercept the news, let alone blame her. Since that was the case, she naturally wanted to add fuel to the fire.

"Our eldest prince has been wronged. Now everyone in the palace is saying that he was punished for disobeying His Majesty."

Afang suddenly spoke up, and Jing Anle paused, then looked up at Afang with beautiful, clear eyes, "Didn't you say it was because of the Empress Dowager's matter?"

“No.” Afang shook her head firmly.

Jing Anle immediately understood. She had thought about it all night; Emperor Jing was giving Jing Fengyao a warning. The Empress Dowager's stance was wavering, even to the point of favoring Prince Qing, but Jing Fengyao just couldn't see through it. Today, news spread in the palace that Jing Fengyao had been punished, but it wasn't mentioned that it was related to the Empress Dowager, showing that Emperor Jing was saving face for both Jing Fengyao and the Empress Dowager.

"Don't worry, Father won't have any rift with my brother because of this," Jing Anle said before continuing to draw.

Jing Fengyao was punished, but in reality, it was to enlighten him. It is unknown whether the emperor will be able to understand.

Afang turned her head in confusion. She didn't quite understand, but she knew that the princess's words were certainly true.

"Any news from Qingzi?"

Since sending Qingzi to [Spring Moon] last time, Fang Ling has not made any major moves.

Afang shook her head. "Not for now. Perhaps it's inconvenient to act over there."

Since Qin Xu sent people to escort someone to file a complaint with the emperor, there has been no further action. Now that everything is in place, it's time to start this fire.

Jing Anle finally put down her pen and said, "Send someone to inform my uncle that I will pay him a visit tomorrow."

"Yes."