After killing four concubines, the queen was sentenced to death and reborn

In the Prince Xiang's mansion, ancient trees towered to the sky, and a faint twilight shone through the green tiles and flying eaves. Holding an exquisite letter, Jing Yang walked lightly into the study. With a solemn look on his face, he said softly to the Prince Xiang who was deep in thought at his desk, "Your Highness, this letter was secretly delivered by Concubine Yi. Please take a look."

When King Xiang heard this, a subtle change flashed across his brows, and then he slowly stood up and took the letter. His fingertips trembled slightly, and he hurriedly opened the seal and read ten lines at a glance.

"Your Highness, what is described in the letter is what happened in the palace?" Jing Yang asked.

Prince Xiang hesitated for a moment, then gently handed the letter to Jing Yang, "Concubine Yi, tell me everything."

Jing Yang took the letter, read it carefully, and frowned: "Zhaoyi Yi?"

Prince Xiang chuckled. That smile showed both admiration for Concubine Yi's methods and helplessness towards the struggles in the palace: "Concubine Yi is of humble origin and has limited knowledge. It's not a bad thing for Concubine Yi to use this to plot."

Upon hearing this, Jing Yang smiled bitterly, "Your Highness, Concubine Yi's move is indeed bold, but by doing so, isn't it putting herself at the center of public attention?"

Prince Xiang shook his head and laughed, "Zhaoyi Yi is stupid. Seeing Concubine Yi becoming more and more favored, she must be anxious. No wonder Xiao Xuanchen looked so bad at the morning court today. I think it's all Zhaoyi Yi's fault."

"Your Highness, if this continues, the emperor's health will be in danger and the foundation of the country will be shaken. Have you really thought about what will happen next?" Jing Yang's worry was evident in his words.

The corner of Prince Xiang's mouth curled up into a meaningful smile, his eyes deep: "This is what she wants. In his later years, my father indulged in sensual pleasures and his health became increasingly weak. The Queen Mother took the opportunity to control the government."

"But the prince is still young, Your Majesty, aren't you worried..." Jing Yang hesitated to speak.

King Xiang interrupted him and said with a smile: "Why not rule from behind the curtain?"

Jing Yang suddenly realized, and bowed and said, "I understand."

Changing the subject, the King suddenly asked, "How is the princess these days?"

Jingyang reported back, "Princess, everything is normal."

Upon hearing this, a subtle worry emerged between King Xiang's brows: "The more she acts like this, the more uneasy I feel. Over the years, she has become more unfathomable and difficult for me to understand."

Jingyang comforted him, "Your Majesty, isn't this exactly what you wanted?"

King Xiang smiled bitterly and said self-deprecatingly: "Sometimes I really think people are very strange. People's hearts are really complicated. They obviously didn't care about it before, but suddenly they care about it. Don't you think it's strange?"

Jing Yang smiled and said, "This shows that the princess is not completely absent from your heart. After all, the princess is your first wife!"

King Xiang nodded, his eyes softened: "Yes, she is my first wife. Even if there is no love between men and women, there is always a family relationship between me and her, which can never be severed."

In Yilan Courtyard, Princess Xiang, wearing a simple and elegant brocade robe, sat quietly under the carved corridor, playing with a round fan in her hand. The sunlight shone through the sparse clouds, sprinkling on her body in patches, adding a bit of loneliness and indifference to her.

A maid in an emerald green dress approached with light footsteps, and her voice was a little cautious: "Princess, the sun is high, you must be sleepy, why don't you go back to your room and take a rest for a while."

Princess Xiang shook her head gently, with a faint smile on her lips, "I'm not sleepy."

Seeing this, the maid was hesitant to speak, and finally mustered up the courage to say: "Princess, Jingyang has been here several times."

When Princess Xiang heard this, her eyes changed slightly, but she immediately regained her composure and sneered, "Why? Your Majesty still doesn't trust me?"

"I think the princess has misunderstood." The maid explained quickly.

Princess Xiang chuckled, and there was a hint of desolation and relief in her laughter: "Misunderstanding? Over the years, the two of us have only been guarding our own obsessions, and we have lived in peace without interfering with each other."

Seeing this, the maidservant became even more anxious and advised: "Princess, the prince still has you in his heart. In these years, he has never had anyone else by his side."

Upon hearing this, Princess Xiang burst into laughter, with a hint of madness and sadness in her voice: "Haha! There is no one else around him, that's because he will never get his sweetheart in this life. What am I?"

The maid was terrified and fell to her knees in panic: "Princess, why are you doing this?"

Princess Xiang slowly put away her smile and said, "Please leave. I want to be alone for a while."

"Yes, Princess." The maid responded and retreated.

Princess Xiang looked at the flowers blooming in the courtyard, feeling mixed emotions. Every time she entered the palace, she couldn't help but observe Zheng Xiyan, trying to find the answer from her, wondering where she had lost. But every time she stared, she only became more confused and puzzled.

Gradually, she learned to let go and let go. All the obsessions and unwillingness she had in the past gradually faded away with the passage of time. Now, she is more willing to regard all this as the arrangement of fate, no longer forcing it, no longer struggling. The spring in Yilan Courtyard is still bright, but her heart is already peaceful and far-reaching.