Phoenix that can't smile

Chapter 297 Digging the Great Marriage (2)
Bao Si stared at the sincere eyes of Ming Gong and Xue Gui, and couldn't help but lightly part her lips: "Your Majesty, Xue Er, it's not that I don't like to laugh, it's just that I can't laugh. This year, maybe it's too heavy. Although the dispute is over for the time being and the revenge has been avenged, I feel more empty. People who oppose the reform in the DPRK and China are pointing their fingers at me, and some people even spread rumors outside, saying that I am a vicious woman who is playing tricks to kill the palace. Concubine, I will do whatever it takes to gain power, and my concubines don't know why it's so hard to be a good person."

"Si'er, you're thinking too much. Who dares to spread rumors outside? Even if some dignitaries hate reform, then their spearhead should only be pointed at the widow. What does it have to do with you? Don't worry, the widow will never I will protect you, and you don't have to worry if there are others around!" Ming Gong affectionately held Bao Si's catkin, his eyebrows were curved and his eyes were bright.

At Hulao Pass, since the imperial concubine Jin's party was wiped out, Marshal Boding of Xirong lost his eyes and ears in the capital and was forced to withdraw his troops. However, he was intercepted and killed by Dugtu halfway and returned in a big defeat. At the same time, Boding and Yun Mother got the news of Concubine Jin's death.

"It seems that my wife has to thank Baosi for finally helping me get rid of this enemy. Sister Anzhen, you are a spirit in the sky, you can rest in peace!" Yun Niang, who was standing quietly by the long river in the night sky, silently lit A lotus lantern.

"Yunniang, what hatred does Imperial Concubine Jin have against you? Why are you so happy that she died?" Boding, who was puzzled, held Yunniang in his arms and asked strangely.

"Boding, some things always exist in a space that will never be noticed by people. In fact, there is always a big gap between truth and rumors. You can't imagine that my sister An Zhen and I have been slaves of the royal family since childhood, and Our real identities are the orphans of Qi Wei, a frontier general during the reign of King Xuan of Zhou. At that time, my sister's father and I were framed by the Wang family and ransacked all over the house. Because of our young age, my sister and I were left in the mansion by Wang Zhi. , after cruel training, he became a confidant of the Wang family and later entered the palace with the eldest lady of the Wang family, Concubine Jin. You know, concubine Jin was used as a weapon and was sacrificed arbitrarily. Why is this world so unfair? Powerful people can kill people like nothing and act recklessly, while my sister and I can only be manipulated and acted as cannon fodder for others? So, I want to take revenge and pay back the blood debt from this shameless court." Gritting her teeth, Yun Niang murmured in Bordin's arms.

"I really didn't expect, Yunniang, you are also a hard-working person." Bordin couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Young master, the master has returned to the country of Zheng from the capital. The master has a letter. Let the son bring Xinyue back to the country of Zheng immediately and marry Jiang Meiniang, the princess of Qi!" After reading it, An Tong, who was suddenly excited, stepped in, and cheerfully delivered a letter to Qu Chu's hand.

"Get married?" Qu Tu couldn't help but turn pale with shock, quickly tore open the tightly sealed letter, and started to read it.

"Young master, what did father order in the letter?" Xinyue frowned strangely.

"Father told me to go back quickly and marry the daughter of Marquis Qi of Shandong, Jiang Meiniang." Jue Tu sighed helplessly.

"I heard that this marriage is a grand marriage bestowed by the king." An Tong looked at Qu Tu with a smile.

"What about Xinyue? I've already betrayed Si'er. Do you want me to bear Xinyue again? After marrying Jiang Meiniang, does Xinyue still have status in this family?" Jue Tu looked at him in a daze with anger. An Tong.

(End of this chapter)