Bai Yueguang, the stand-in for Prince Sick Jiao

Chapter 99 The Murderer
The orange candlelight reflected Ling Ling's side face, casting a large shadow, which made her already mean face look a bit ferocious.

Ling Youyao frowned, and thoughtfully said: "So I'm a cold-blooded and heartless person in your heart..."

Seeing her like this, Lingling was filled with hatred and finally got some comfort, and snorted disdainfully: "Don't think that if you pretend to be guilty and remorseful, I will forgive you."

A layer of confusion appeared in Ling Youyao's eyes, why did she ask for Lingling's forgiveness?

She continued: "I know the prince likes Ling Qingwei, you should know that too, right?"

Ling Youyao nodded, she didn't need to be reminded about this, she always remembered it.

Lingling looked at her face, and pulled out a sneering smile: "My mother used to always say that your fate is good, that you married King Jing and became the unattainable Princess Jing, but now it seems that you are just taking advantage of it." That's all for Ling Qingwei's position."

"If Ling Qingwei didn't die, how could it be your turn to take the position of Princess Jing?!"

She stared at Ling Youyao, the hatred that had been suppressed in her heart these days finally broke out completely tonight.

In the past, Ling Qingwei was holding the best lantern in Huaizhou and talking to her with a smile, and now Ling Youyao was also smiling and talking to her while sitting in Princess Jing's seat.

How similar are the two?And she still can only look up.

She can snatch the lantern, and she can snatch the position of Princess Jing.

Ling Youyao quietly watched Lingling's ugly side, with a smile on her lips, her voice was as clear as pearls: "So what if it's not my turn, maybe it's your turn?"

"Cousin, your dream is a bit realistic."

She looked at the distraught Ling Ling with a full smile, who wouldn't poke someone's heart?
Out of politeness, she always greets people with a smile, but if someone treats her like a persimmon, but doesn't want her to be serious, she will bite people.

"You!" Ling Ling was speechless.

Seeing the scene of Fu Mingjue and Ling Youyao whispering intimately tonight, my heart was burning with jealousy. I wanted to puncture Ling Youyao's dream, seeing her heartbroken and unbearably sad.

Who would want to!Who thought that Ling Youyao was actually sharp-tongued?Her gentle and sensible appearance is all fake!
Ling Ling's hand, which was pulling the hem of her clothes, had blue veins, thinking of the purpose of coming here tonight, she gradually calmed down again.

"It doesn't matter if you don't want to admit it, anyway, you can only live in Ling Qingwei's shadow for the rest of your life," she sneered, "You are the one who stole everything from Ling Qingwei, but you still pretend to be innocent and weak."

Ling Youyao's eyes were fixed, and her hand holding the tea cup tightened slightly.

Seeing this, Lingling smiled even more wildly, and continued: "Ling Youyao, you killed your sister and took away what belonged to her. Can you really sleep peacefully at night?"

Her last words were very soft, but they lingered in Ling Youyao's ears like a curse, and the deep and vague memories swept over like a wave——

The sea of ​​rhododendrons as bright as blood and the girl in the green shirt and skirt, two completely different colors are intertwined together, and finally all turned into a dazzling red.

This was her dream on the first night of marrying into the palace.

Ling Youyao's eyes were empty and lifeless, the phantoms in her dreams intertwined with the pictures in her memory randomly, the more she tried to see the truth clearly, the more blurred she became.

Seeing her like this, Lingling showed a smug smile, slowly got up and approached her, and said word by word: "Ling Youyao, you are the one who killed Ling Qingwei."

The murderer, she is the one who killed my sister.
The soft voice crawled across Ling Youyao's back like a cold poisonous snake, her fingertips trembled uncontrollably, something seemed to break out of her mind——

Snapped!
The teacup shattered.

The hot tea splashed on the back of Ling Ling's hands, she jumped away with a cry of surprise, glared at Ling Youyao angrily, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by Yin Zhu who hurried in.

"Princess, what happened?"

Zi Lan followed closely behind, gave Ling Ling a cold look, and walked up to Ling Youyao, "Princess, are you not injured?"

Ling Youyao stared blankly at Yinzhu who was anxious and flustered, and gradually came back to her senses, shook her head, and did not speak.

Seeing that she was out of her mind, Yin Zhu turned her head to look at Ling Ling, with a bit of questioning in her eyes: "Ms. Tang, what did you say to the princess?"

Ling Ling straightened her clothes, raised her chin, and said, "What can I tell her? It's just the past."

Her gaze fell on Ling Youyao again, and she smiled falsely: "Youyao, it's too late today, so I'll go back first, and we'll talk next time when I'm free."

Ling Youyao raised her head and watched her leave with complicated eyes.

After the people left, Yinzhu asked Ling Youyao: "Princess, what did Miss Tang tell you?"

Thinking of Lingling's words, Ling Youyao's eyes dimmed, and she didn't want to say more: "It's nothing, you go out first, I'm tired."

Yinzhu's eyes were full of worry, watching her hesitating to speak, and finally exited the tent.

At night, there was a fog on Futai Mountain, and the thick black night was covered with white. The banquet ahead had already dissipated, only the bonfire was still burning vigorously.

Lingling wrapped her cloak tightly and walked alone in the dark night. She was next to Su Lingxi's camp, and had to go through the tents of Fu Xiuyun and several concubines to go back.

When passing by Fu Xiuyun's camp, a cold light suddenly flashed in front of him.

Then, a cold voice came from the top of the head: "Who are you? What do you want to do sneaking around in front of His Majesty's tent?"

Startled by the knife in his hand, Lingling took a few steps back and explained, "I, I was just passing by."

The guard looked her up and down, but did not take back the knife, "I ask who are you?"

Ling Ling was angry in her heart, and just about to explain, a voice suddenly broke the deadlock.

"She's not an assassin, put the knife away."

When the guard saw Fu Xiuyun, he quickly put away his knife and knelt down to salute: "Your Majesty sees you."

"Well, you go down first."

Fu Xiuyun wore a bright yellow dragon robe and was as tall as jade. He was not as indifferent as Fu Mingjue. There was a smile between his brows and eyes, and his voice was gentle: "Are you Ling Annian's daughter?"

Seeing Lingling like this, her heart couldn't stop beating wildly, "Yes, it's my father."

She never thought that the emperor who looked down on the world would take the initiative to rescue her, and even remembered who her father was.

Seeing Ling Ling's eyes, Fu Xiuyun was disgusted, but there was a smile on his face: "It's so late, why are you here alone?"

Faced with the emperor's concern, Ling Ling was a little flattered, suppressed the joy in her heart, and said: "I just finished talking with the princess, and I am going back."

"Oh, I forgot, you and Princess Jing are still cousins."

"Yes, although I met Youyao for the first time, we are more like real sisters." Ling Ling laughed.

Hearing this, Fu Xiuyun had a hint of sarcasm in his eyes. He knew exactly what Ling Ling had done in Prince Jing's Mansion, but he didn't intend to expose Ling Ling.

"But I remember, you seem to have been staying with Su Lingxi tonight?"

Lingling's smile stiffened, and she said immediately, "Youyao is Princess Jing. Although she and I are sisters, we have different identities. Besides, Ms. Su treats me very well."

"So that's how it is." Fu Xiuyun took a deep look at her, "If your father was here, seeing you like this would definitely make his heart hurt."

Suddenly mentioning her father, Lingling couldn't help being stunned. She had come to the capital not long ago, but it took a long time to think of her father's face.

(End of this chapter)