Rebirth of the Poisonous Girl

The three of them sat and drank tea quietly, and no one spoke. The warm sun was shining, the breeze was blowing, and the atmosphere was dull and quiet.

After drinking a cup of tea, Qingyun put down the teacup, looked at Mo Xuan with a heart-to-heart look, then got up and left, just after taking two steps, Gong Yingjie's slightly hasty voice came from behind: "Princess Ninth, please stay!" There was an unfathomable sharpness in everyone's eyes.

Turning around, Qingyun looked at Gong Yingjie who was hesitant to speak, and said indifferently: "I don't know why Mr. Gong called me to stop me?"

After hesitating for a while, Gong Yingjie bit his lips and said, "I know our father and son deserve death, but I just want to ask Princess Jiu, where is my father now?"

Since ancient times, those who seek to usurp the throne have suffered a terrible death, but the father is different, not to mention that the father is the heir of the royal family, just because the father is a hereditary prince and holds the gold medal from the previous emperor to avoid death, it is even more difficult for today. The emperor had the grace to save his life. The nine princesses did not dare to execute their father without authorization, so they could only escort him to Beijing.

"Your father is dead." Qingyun's tone was so calm that no emotion could be heard.

Gong Yingjie couldn't help but froze: "What did you say?"

"This palace said that Gong Yuanhao is already dead, and died at the hands of Qu Yinghui, that is, Mrs. Gong!"

"No! It's impossible!"

Gong Yingjie stood up abruptly. Due to his excessive and violent movements, his wide sleeves accidentally swept across the teacup on the table. The teacup fell to the ground with a bang, and instantly shattered into several pieces. However, Gong Yingjie acted as if he had never heard of it, looked at Qingyun with a pale face, shook his head repeatedly and denied: "Father is the mother's own son, how could grandma kill father? You lied to me, father is still alive , was just imprisoned by you, right?"

Looking at Gong Yingjie quietly, Qingyun pursed her lips slightly, noncommittal.

Seeing the pity in Qingyun's calm eyes, Gong Yingjie's long suppressed emotions suddenly exploded: "You killed the king father, and then blamed my grandma, didn't you?"

"Mrs. Gong has planned for many years only to ascend the throne and become the Empress. However, Gong Yuanhao is seriously ill and has no use value. Therefore, Mrs. Gong ordered Juechen Palace people to plan to surround and kill Gong Yuanhao in a vain attempt to seize the military power in Gong Yuanhao's hands." Qing Yun's tone was always calm and indifferent: "When I rushed to the palace, Gong Yuanhao was seriously injured, causing lung disease and unable to recover. This is the truth, whether you believe it or not, I don't care at all."

"How could this be?"

Gong Yingjie stood there with dull eyes, his whole body was as stiff as a statue, he kept repeating this question, and muddy tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, but Qingyun's next words completely destroyed the hope in his heart, and he was depressed. Sitting down on the ground, a bone-biting chill and despair haunted his body and mind.

"It is true that Mrs. Gong was the former emperor's concubine, but Gong Yuanhao is the son of her affair with Lei Zisang, the former right protector of Juechen Palace!"

Condescendingly looking down at the ashen-faced, dumbfounded Gong Yingjie, Qingyun sighed softly.

There is an old saying that a poor person must have something to hate. The father and son of the Gong family have lived in a precarious situation for decades, but in the end they just live in a lie and a joke. How sad and lamentable?

After an unknown amount of time, Gong Yingjie finally regained some sanity, stood up slowly, patted the dust off his clothes, stared at Qingyun for a moment, and suddenly had a cold smile on his pale face.

"The Ninth Princess is really scheming, thinking that she can cover up the facts by making up random things, so as to achieve the goal of defeating our father and son. The Ninth Princess will not underestimate our father and son. Don't forget, my father has written by the late emperor himself. According to the decree, my father is the only blood of the former emperor, and the current emperor is just a person of unknown origin who has stolen the throne that should have belonged to my father!"

Qingyun glanced at Mo Xuan, and Mo Xuan immediately took out a bright yellow scroll and handed it to Gong Yingjie, looking at Gong Yingjie who looked suspicious and vigilant, Qingyun said lightly: "This is the legacy I got from Mrs. Gong. You must have read the decree countless times, and you are no stranger to the late emperor's handwriting, so please take a closer look at this decree."

After staring at Qingyun for a long time, Gong Yingjie opened the scroll in his hand full of doubts.

When Gong Yingjie saw clearly the content of the will, his pupils suddenly tightened. Unbelievably, he repeatedly checked the will word by word, until he confirmed that it was the late emperor's handwriting, his already pale face suddenly turned pale. Throwing away the will in his hand as if holding a hot potato, the three souls and seven souls have already been frightened away, and they murmured repeatedly: "This is not true, this is not true..."

With a wave of his right hand, Mo Xuan quickly returned the will on the ground to his hand, patted off the dust on it, and put it back in his bosom.

And Qingyun looked at Gong Yingjie who seemed to have lost all hope, and his deep eyes gradually turned into frost: "The content of the will, the old lady Gong has already confessed in front of Gong Yuanhao. He tried his best to seize the country, but in the end it was just a pawn in the hands of Mrs. Gong, a poor person living a lie."

"Chess pieces, lies, hahahaha..."

Gong Yingjie looked up to the sky and laughed, but the sadness and self-deprecation in the laughter made Qingyun frowned slightly, and Mo Xuan's expression was serene and cold.

After a long time, Gong Yingjie suddenly stopped laughing, looked at Qingyun, and there was a strange dark light in his tear-smeared eyes, making it hard to see the content at a glance: "Although our father and son were defeated, they were not defeated by the Ninth Princess." hands, and it’s not over yet.”

"Gong Yuanhao is dead. Your forces in the north and Jiuyuan County have also been uprooted by me. All the courtiers related to you have pleaded guilty. Now that you are trapped here again, I want to see. What kind of tricks can you figure out?" Qingyun looked at Gong Yingjie with clear eyes, really didn't know whether to call him cold-blooded, or to admire his ability to endure, and he recovered his mind so quickly.

"The so-called world is unpredictable, and the Ninth Princess can wait and see." Gong Yingjie's deep eyes are full of dark tides: "The Ninth Princess may not know that I was the person who lived in the south courtyard of Amu Gulang's mansion that day? And Amu Gulang and Amu Gulang I also took away the evidence of the connection with some people in this country."

As soon as the words were finished, a blue shadow flashed by, and in the blink of an eye, Mo Xuan had arrived in front of Gong Yingjie, his right hand was mercilessly pinching his neck, his bewitching eyes were as cold as snow, staring at the distorted face. He stopped struggling: "Say, where is the thing?"

Out of breath, Gong Yingjie raised his hand to break Mo Xuan's hand, but in vain, he rolled his eyes after a while.

Seeing that Gong Yingjie was dying, Mo Xuan let go.