The Reborn Princess Has Turned Evil

The young master Ye Zhaoping mentioned should be Murong Peifeng, but unfortunately he is not a good person.

"Does the young master really think that everything will be fine once he gets away today?" Jing Anle said quietly, fiddling with the ring on his hand.

These words sent a chill down Ye Zhaoping's spine and instantly woke him up.

“That domineering person might come back to cause you trouble again at any time. What are your plans for the future?” Jing Anle continued.

Ye Zhaoping stood up, his voice already filled with anger, "I don't believe there's no place in this world where reason prevails. If he dares to bother me again, I will take him to the Jingzhao Prefecture!"

“I see that you are well-read, but you don’t seem to understand the political situation,” Jing Anle said calmly.

Ye Zhaoping turned around in surprise and said, "I am not very talented, I don't know what you mean?"

“Since ancient times, officials have protected each other. You know that Fang Xianda is the heir of the Marquis of Xinyang’s family. Why do you think that the Jingzhao Prefecture would offend the Marquis of Xinyang’s family for your sake?” Jing Anle looked at Ye Zhaoping and thought to herself, “It’s fortunate that we came. Otherwise, there would probably be two more innocent lives lost in the capital.”

"Then I will appeal to His Majesty..." Ye Zhaoping couldn't even finish his sentence. Yes, he couldn't even get past the Jingzhao Prefecture; he feared he wouldn't even reach the palace before his life was in danger. The more he thought about it, the more helpless he felt. He lowered his head and whispered, "Is Heaven so unjust that it can only allow the wicked to prosper?"

Jing Anle's body trembled. If the way of heaven is unjust, how could she be reborn? This is the opportunity that heaven has given her, and she will definitely seize it with all her might. She looked at the dejected Ye Zhaoping and said, "Therefore, there are only two paths before you, young master."

Ye Zhaoping felt a dryness in his throat and swallowed hard, saying, "Please speak, young lady!"

"Either you and your sister sit and wait for your deaths, or I'll lend you a hand. Once it's done, I'll guarantee you'll leave this place safely." Jing Anle's tone was certain, completely unlike that of a fifteen-year-old girl.

Ye Zhaoping was already seventy or eighty percent convinced, but then hesitated and said, "Forgive my bluntness, but you two are outnumbered and weak. How can you possibly contend with those powerful and influential people?"

"If I say it, I will definitely do it!"

"However, this matter requires your younger sister's cooperation. I wonder if I could meet with her?"

Ye Zhaoping had no other way to go, and the young lady in front of him was no ordinary person, so he said, "Please come in with me, both of you!"

The room contained only simple furniture, and many calligraphy and paintings hung on the walls. "Please have a seat, both of you," Ye Zhaoping said before going into the inner room.

Jing Anle carefully examined the calligraphy and paintings on the wall. The paintings were lifelike and exquisite, and she thought to herself that Ye Zhaoping was indeed quite talented.

“Miss!” Mu Ping called out.

Jing Anle saw Mu Ping standing in front of a calligraphy scroll, staring blankly at it, and walked over to ask, "What's wrong?"

"look!"

Jing Anle followed Mu Ping's gaze and saw that... this was actually the poem that Yu Yuanxiang and Jing Rou had written at the poetry gathering that day. How could this poem be here? Could it be that Ye Zhaoping had been to the palace?

"Young Master!" Jing Anle called out to Ye Zhaoping.

Ye Zhaoping paused, turned around and looked at Jing Anle with a puzzled expression.

"Was this poem written by you, young master?" Jing Anle asked.

Although Ye Zhaoping didn't understand why Jing Anle would ask such a question, he still answered truthfully: "This poem was indeed written in my spare time!"

Ye Zhaoping came from a poor family, and Jing Anle didn't think Ye Zhaoping was capable of entering the palace. He continued, "Young master, this poem is well written. It looks somewhat familiar to me. Has it been exhibited at the market?"

“How did you know, young lady? I wrote this poem at home more than a month ago, and later I also went to the market to hang it up for display.”

Jing Anle thought to himself: That's right, this poem was probably copied from the market by someone hired by Consort Yu.

At this moment, a woman came out from the inner room. She looked to be about the same age as Jing Anle. She was dressed in simple clothes, but even so, her beautiful face could not be hidden. Her voice was melodious and charming. No wonder Fang Xianda took a liking to her.

"Sister!" Ye Zhaoping's voice was somewhat excited.

Upon seeing that they were two women, Ye Yifan lowered her body slightly and said timidly, "Yifan greets you two sisters."

Jing Anle walked over and helped Ye Yifan up, saying, "I already know what you two siblings have gone through. Life is hard enough, but it's even harder for women. You have a path to take in your life. Will you choose it or not?"

Tears welled up in Ye Yifan's eyes instantly, and she choked out, "I would rather die than marry Fang Xianda!"

Seeing his sister's tears, Ye Zhaoping felt sorry for her and said, "That Fang Xianda will definitely not let us two siblings go. He will probably come knocking on our door soon." He turned to Jing Anle and continued, "My sister is pitiful. She lost her parents when she was just a few years old. If she falls into the hands of villains, she will probably have no way to survive. If you can help her, we will do anything to repay you."

After Ye Zhaoping finished speaking, he tried to pull Ye Yifan down to kneel, but Jing Anle quickly stopped him, saying, "I understand your eagerness to protect your sister."

“This method is somewhat risky, and it requires close cooperation between you and your brother!” Jing Anle then turned to Ye Zhaoping and said, “If you are subjected to severe torture, can you withstand it?”

Ye Zhaoping straightened his shoulders. "A true man can bend and stretch. For my sister, I will never bow my head!"

“Okay!” Jing Anle affirmed.

"But I also want to tell you two siblings that even if you betray me, the authorities will not be able to find me. I can let you live, and I can certainly let you die!" Jing Anle's tone was sharp and somewhat cold.

Ye Zhaoping felt that the woman in front of him was no ordinary person, and his trust in Jing Anle increased. He cupped his hands and said, "Don't worry, Miss. You are our benefactor. We will never implicate you, even if we die."

“Alright, come here!” Jing Anle said.

So Jing Anle secretly told them about their plans.

……

Imperial Immortal Pavilion.

There was a knock at the door. It was the two guards. "Princess, it's getting late. Shall we set off?"

Afang paced anxiously back and forth in the room, and could only make up a story, saying towards the door, "The princess is still resting, please wait a while!"

"Very well, please convey the princess's message once she has awakened," the guard outside the door replied.

Afang kept looking out the window, hoping that Jing Anle and the others would return soon.

"Afang!" Jing Anle's voice rang out from behind Afang. She turned around abruptly and saw Jing Anle and Mu Ping already standing by the window.

"Princess, you're finally back!" Afang ran up to Jing Anle and whispered. "If you hadn't come back, the whole thing would have been exposed."

Jing Anle understood her meaning and said, "Let's go back to the palace!"

Sitting in the carriage on the way back to the palace, Jing Anle kept thinking about what she had talked about with the Ye siblings that day.

"Princess, are you worried that Ye Zhaoping will betray you?" Mu Ping asked from the side.