After rebirth, the empress was spoiled by the emperor's uncle like a little girl

When Zhang Lanheng's imperial guards arrived to surround Prince Xiao's mansion, they saw a huge fire that almost burned the entire night sky red.

A Bao, his face covered in dirt and dust, stood in a daze among the people coming and going to put out the fire.

The Censor, who was about to step forward, was stopped when he passed by Xie Wuai.

"Sister said there are three things that need to be done urgently."

Young Marquis Xie said solemnly: "First, immediately conduct a thorough investigation of all Zheng family warehouses and all the major and minor medical clinics in Jiangnan. Second, dig deep into the Xu family's old house to find the Pei family members."

"The third thing..."

The night wind howled, stirring up waves of fire.

"Close the street, and don't allow anyone to approach this place."

Hearing this, Zhang Lanheng looked at Abao.

She stood silently in front of the once glorious palace that was buried in the sea of ​​fire.

The billowing smoke and the flying black snow were recorded in my eyes with great clarity.

The fire burned down Prince Xiao's mansion and everything turned to ashes.

And this first snow lasted for three full days.

Bodhi Temple, a century-old ancient temple.

Shrouded in the snowy night, it is extremely lonely.

The memorial service lasted for three consecutive days, with the ghostly sound of Sanskrit and the flickering candlelight.

All the way to the pagoda behind the temple, the sound of solemn and cold bells could be heard.

Xie Wuai stared at his own sister who was turning over a page of the ancient scripture in the hall.

After hesitating for a moment, he mustered up the courage and stepped into the hall.

Young Marquis Xie, who had always been carefree, actually said in a low voice this time, "Sister, Xiao Liu wants to tell you something."

After hearing this, A Bao was silent for a moment and closed the ancient scripture in front of him.

"Let him in."

Xiao Liu entered the hall with a letter in his hand.

"The night Linglai came to rescue my tenth brother and me, we happened to be met by Brother Yunzheng."

"This letter was entrusted to me by Brother Yun Zheng."

Originally, he didn't understand why his brother would go to such lengths.

But no one expected that Her Royal Highness the Princess would be willing to hold this ceremony for her brother, and even stayed in the temple to chant scriptures for the past three days.

"My brother said that it must be handed over to you, Your Highness, personally after he dies."

Hearing this, Abao took the letter.

The letter is really long.

Xiao Yunzheng actually has so much to say, does he want to say it to her?

A Bao opened the letter, but was shocked. It turned out that the night she saw him standing on the rooftop across the street, she felt that the young man in the black robe covered with dust in the night was not an illusion.

That night, he learned that Princess Xiao had taken refuge with Pei Nanshan.

Princess Xiao had a good plan. She wanted to use Pei Nanshan's power to intimidate Madam Zheng, a female spy of the Pei family, into drugging Xiao Jianghe.

Not only did he get rid of Xiao Jianghe, but he also avenged himself for the conflict for favor with Madam Zheng.

Unfortunately, Princess Xiao thought she had planned everything out, but she forgot one person.

Xiao Yunzheng actually dared to attack her, his biological mother.

As soon as Princess Xiao died, Xiao Yunzheng frantically killed all his brothers and sisters. In Pei Nanshan's view, he was a madman who was blinded and coerced by the Xiao family's power in Jiangnan.

In this way, he surrendered to Pei Nanshan on behalf of Princess Xiao, a chess piece.

This play was performed flawlessly.

A Bao stared at the lines of sharp handwriting, gritted his teeth and crumpled the letter.

However, Pei Nanshan also had a backup plan.

"A Bao, the Pei family's poison is really worse than death."

A Bao, who had witnessed the purgatory on Mengjia Island with his own eyes, remembered Xiao Yunzheng, who was almost insane with pain, his mourning clothes stained with blood in the first snow.

He lowered his eyes and stared at the gauze wrapped tightly around his palm.

Xie Wuai was deceived by Zheng Zhener, and Xiao Yunzheng was not infected with the poison.

Therefore, her blood could not save him at all.

And Xiao Yunzheng had no intention of surviving that night.

Then the letter described how he did as Pei Nanshan said, captured Yi Ya to intimidate the barbarian men, and then took away the reduced amount of thunder bombs from the gunpowder factory.

He also found an opportunity to persuade Zheng Zhener to join forces.

Po turned another page.

But suddenly, the letter was no longer about the dull and solemn Prince Xiao.

On the contrary, when they were young, they squatted under the tree, eating roasted sweet potatoes and chatting.

"A Bao, even though you already know this, I still want to tell you that there is indeed a Pei family stronghold in Wancheng, Western Xinjiang. I have also obtained some useful information for you in recent days."

"I know you don't like to elaborate."

"I have listed the details at the end of the letter."

It was so strange, when he died, she seemed to only remember his good side. Ah Bao raised her eyes, and in the fragrant mist, she saw the Xiao Yunzheng from the beginning.

He wasn't wearing bloodstained mourning clothes, nor did he have a desolate look in his eyes.

But it was in the early morning of that day in the back mountain of Bailu that she accidentally saw a young general dancing with a sword in the morning light, amid the falling pink persimmon flowers on the trees.

He put away his sword and looked towards her.

"I killed my mother."

"I killed all the other brothers and sisters as well."

"This letter is my confession."

The first rays of morning light pour down warmly from the horizon.

Xiao Yunzheng in the red persimmon forest finally smiled: "Since my birth was a mistake, I should end it all."

The main hall of the ancient temple is filled with fragrance.

The candlelight from the two rows of copper frames was dim, the wooden fish was tapping lightly, and the Buddha statue stood still, holding a flower and smiling softly, just like every golden Buddha statue Abao had seen.

A Bao looked at the end of the letter silently, Xiao Yunzheng said.

"Abao, I'm sorry for hiding those things from you."

In silence, Abao clasped his hands together, leaned forward, and bowed lightly.

When he was studying at Bailu Mountain, Xiao Yunzheng once said that the ancient Bodhi Temple in the south of the Yangtze River was very powerful.

All the good men and women who come to burn incense will get what they wish for.

A tear rolled down and dried on the bluestone slab in front of the Buddha. A Bao muttered to himself: So, please, let him live a better life in his next life.

Zhang Lanheng asked: "Are you not going in to look for her?"

The goose-feather snow flew all over the place, hitting the fur collar of the fox fur coat, bringing a chill. Xuanyuan Fengran clenched his fists in the sleeves of his black robe: "She needs to be alone the most right now."

"And I'm right here, waiting for her to come back."

After a while, A Bao staggered to his feet and walked silently to the black-robed emperor uncle.

He held out his arms and she embraced him.

And he held her tighter in his arms, trying to give her warmth with his embrace.