Quick Travel: Vicious Female Supporting Role Playing Project

When the queen died, the emperor ordered her to die with a glass of poisoned wine, but in the end she was strangled to death.

It was Zhao Yueli who took it upon herself to strangle the abandoned queen to death with the hatred of her past life and this life.

The emperor was immersed in the joy of having an heir without knowing it, but he could not hide it from Zhuang Heming's eyes and ears all over the palace.

"It's a pity that I couldn't see the Queen dying with my own eyes."

Jiang Xinlian blocked the little dumpling who was trying to climb on her, and there was a bit of regret in her words.

As a "dead person", if she appeared in front of the queen, I don't know how wonderful it would be.

"The queen was still shouting that she was wronged until she died." Bai Shuang said.

Unjustly accused? Of course the queen was wronged!

The prince's body was a flawless dummy, and the Song Dynasty doctor who examined the body was one of her own. Rongfu sent by the queen had his neck broken before he could even get out of the gate of Jianjia Palace. The Rongfu seen by others was all The secret guard pretended to be.

As the Queen said, she indeed only used the poisonous powder, and the rest was done by Jiang Xinlian to put the blame on her.

"I just want her to have a taste of this unexplainable feeling."

Countless people died at the hands of the Queen, and the original owner was even killed by her. Killing her directly would be too cheap for her.

Of course, Jiang Xinlian was planning this not only for the queen, but also for Zhao Yueli.

"After that, let's see what Zhao Yueli will do, huh!"

Xu'er finally lay on Xiangxiang's soft mother's body and screamed "ahhh" happily.

This little dumpling was born in pink and jade, very cute, and everyone in the family doted on him. It had only been a few days since he arrived at the Prime Minister's Mansion, and he had gained a lot of weight, making Jiang Xinlian breathless.

"Xu'er, you are so fat now, please don't embarrass your mother anymore."

Xiaotuanzi didn't understand, so he smiled innocently, wanting to make his mother drool all over his face.

Seeing that Master Jiang was in trouble, Bai Shuang held back her laughter and stepped forward to hug her little master.

Xu'er is also well-behaved and doesn't cry or fuss when picked up.

Jiang Xinlian breathed a sigh of relief and nodded Xiaotuanzi's head: "Little ancestor, can you please go find your father? Only your father can withstand your pressure."

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Seven months after Jiang Xinlian left the palace, Zhao Yueli gave birth to the fourth prince, who was the next emperor in the original plot.

Emperor Longyan Dayue promoted Zhao Yueli to the position, with the faint intention of pushing her to a lower position.

Jiang Xinlian left the palace for a year. During this period, the sea, rivers and rivers were clear and nothing major happened, so Zhuang Heming took his beloved and children to Jiangnan.

"Aren't you afraid that the emperor will do something detrimental to the country while you are away from Beijing?" Jiang Xinlian asked.

After all, with the emperor's virtue, he had almost disrupted the fairness of the imperial examination before, which is really worrying.

"It's okay. There are ministers in the court who will dissuade him. That's all." Zhuang Heming put down his brush and gave up his position, "Xin'er, come and take a look."

Jiang Xinlian liked taking pictures when she was traveling before. But when she arrived here, she didn't have the technology. She remembered that Zhuang Heming was good at calligraphy and painting, so he became her "photographer".

"It's so beautiful. I like it very much." Jiang Xinlian came over to take a look and praised with a smile.

As for Xu'er who was held in her arms, Zhuang Heming learned to turn a blind eye without any guidance.

Five years after Jiang Xinlian left the palace, the fourth prince was appointed crown prince and was about to be enlightened. The emperor thought of many people, and finally it was Zhao Yueli who suggested it.

"Your Majesty, I would like Prime Minister Zhuang to teach the prince, okay?"

The emperor was embarrassed: "I'm afraid the prime minister won't want to do it."

Zhuang Heming had overwhelming power in his hands, and as an emperor he could do nothing about it, which made him angry and embarrassed.

"Why not give it a try?"

Zhao Yueli wrote a letter to Zhuang Heming. The words in the letter were sincere and sincere.

Jiang Xinlian looked at the letter and suddenly understood Zhao Yueli's intention.

"Isn't she worried that the emperor will teach the prince badly, so she wants you to teach him?"

It has to be said that although the two of them didn't have much contact, they surprisingly had a tacit understanding.

Zhao Yueli complained that the emperor was selfish, soft-spoken, and irresponsible, and hoped that the prime minister's modest and gentlemanly behavior would make the prince a wise king.

"Where is my lord? Do you agree?"

Zhuang Heming put down the letter and looked calmly: "Why don't you agree? I can protect the people for a while, but I can't protect them for a lifetime. This country will eventually be named Xiao."

Since the death of the late emperor and the late prince, he had no worries. He only stayed in the capital knowing that the emperor was incompetent and could not bear the suffering of the people.

"When the prince grows up, Xin'er, we will leave."

"Well, I like Jiangnan, so let's go there."

Ten years after Jiang Xinlian left the palace, the emperor became seriously ill and the prime minister took charge of the government on his behalf.

In the Qianqing Palace, Zhao Yueli took the medicine bowl from the palace maid, sat beside the dragon bed, met the emperor's angry gaze, and smiled gently: "Your Majesty, it's time to drink the medicine."

"Poison, poisonous woman!" the emperor yelled with all his strength.

"Vicious woman? Is that concubine more vicious than your last queen?"

"You, you are resentful and resentful of me because of her?!"

Zhao Yueli sneered: "I strangled her to death with my own hands a long time ago, how can I still resent her? What I hate is your Majesty."

She was not afraid of the emperor's seriously ill body and lay beside him: "I hate you for being so selfish and cold. What I hate most is you, Xiao Xun!"

The dead queen harmed her because of conflicts of interests. In this world, people die for money and birds die for food. She can understand it and will take revenge mercilessly; what about the emperor?

Marrying the concubines as the emperor's concubines, entering the harem, and watching their beauty fade away, indifferently, isn't it what a husband and a father should do to protect his wife, concubines, and children?

"You haven't done it at all, so what's the use of your life?"

Zhao Yueli gently stroked the emperor's cheek and said with a smile: "The prince is always by the prime minister's side, and he does not have a deep relationship with your majesty. I have nothing to worry about, so I am here to see you off to your majesty."

Ten days later, the emperor died and the prince succeeded to the throne.

After hearing the news, 086, who had been installing the non-existent system for the past ten years, finally couldn't help crying:

【Collapse! Collapse! Everything collapsed! 】

Jiang Xinlian suppressed her laughter and comforted it hypocritically: "What happened? The heroine is alive and well, and her son succeeded in succeeding. The plot is perfect."

[You didn’t say a word about the male protagonist, right? 】086 said sadly.

[The male protagonist died and the female protagonist killed him. Obviously in the original plot, the male and female protagonists loved each other and spent their lives happily in love! ! 】

"Isn't it almost the same as husband and wife becoming one and the heroine living her whole life happily?"

086: ...Does it make the host feel easy to cheat?

[Host, don’t be too happy too soon. The death of the male protagonist will have a huge impact on the plot. The system world will definitely start investigating. If nothing happens, the difficulty of your next world will increase. 】

"It doesn't matter, I won't regret what I did."