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

"Thank you for everything you have done for me." Zheng Xiyan smiled bitterly. There were thousands of words hidden in that smile, but it finally turned into a gentle thank you. Her eyes fell softly on the back of King Xiang who was walking away, and she felt mixed emotions.

When King Xiang heard this, a meaningful smile appeared on his lips. He said nothing more, but just nodded slightly, then turned around, walked lightly and firmly, and left Chaoyun Palace quietly and silently.

Seeing this, Biluo hurriedly stepped into the hall, with a look of anxiety and worry on her face. She quickly came to Zheng Xiyan's side and called softly, "My Queen!"

"It's okay." Zheng Xiyan shook her head gently.

"Your Majesty, is Prince Xiang really so kind? Do you really believe that he has no desire for the throne?" Biluo couldn't help but ask in a low voice, unable to hold back the doubts in her heart.

Zheng Xiyan heard this, and a trace of barely perceptible sadness flashed across her eyes. How could she not know that the princes' desire for the throne was like a raging fire, and she, who was also in the vortex of power, how could she not understand? She sighed softly and said slowly: "Don't worry, I will never trust him completely. People always have to leave a way out for themselves. I have never forgotten that he is a prince, a prince who is quite prestigious in the court and is enough to make people feel terrified."

"I understand." Biluo felt relieved after hearing that.

On the other side, Prince Xiang returned to his residence and saw Princess Xiang sitting alone in the yard, quietly admiring the bright moon, as if isolated from the world. He slowly approached.

"The prince is back." Princess Xiang looked up at him, her voice cold and calm, without the slightest ripple. She did not stand up to salute, but just looked at him indifferently, as if she was looking at a familiar stranger.

King Xiang sat down beside her and whispered, "You've been in the palace for a few days, but I haven't seen you go out for a walk. Why do you always stay in this courtyard?"

Upon hearing this, Princess Xiang sneered, her tone was a little sarcastic: "I promised Your Majesty to come to the palace, does Your Majesty want to continue to force me?"

When King Xiang heard this, his heart ached. He explained, "That's not what I meant. I'm just worried about you..."

"Your Highness asked me to come to the palace just to cooperate with you in acting, didn't you? If I, the Princess of Xiang, don't go with you, I don't know what kind of rumors will spread outside." The Princess of Xiang interrupted him with a hint of sarcasm in her tone.

King Xiang looked at her, not knowing how to defend himself. He said with emotion, "You have really changed a lot. You have become a little strange to me."

Princess Xiang looked at him coldly, her eyes revealing disappointment, which eventually turned into a cold remark: "Isn't this exactly what Your Majesty wants? Now that I have fulfilled your wish, what else is Your Majesty dissatisfied with?"

When King Xiang heard this, he felt an indescribable sense of guilt and self-blame in his heart. He whispered, "I am sorry for you."

Princess Xiang shook her head, her tone becoming more resolute: "I don't need your apology, Your Highness. You just need to remember that we still have a pair of children. They are my only concern." After saying that, she stood up and left, leaving behind only a resolute back.

Jingyang's figure blended silently into the deep night. He did not know when he had stood beside King Xiang with a solemn expression.

King Xiang said softly, "Do you have anything to say?"

"Greetings, Your Majesty." Jingyang bowed.

"No need to be polite, just say whatever you want to say." King Xiang waved his hand.

Upon hearing this, Jing Yang knelt on the ground, his voice trembling, "Your Highness! I dare to speak frankly, the princess...she did nothing wrong, you really did something wrong."

Upon hearing this, King Xiang's body trembled slightly, and the guilt that had been hidden for a long time in his heart surged like a tide, drowning him. He knew very well that the person he owed the most in this life was his princess. "Step aside, I know how to handle this matter."

“Yes!” Jingyang took the order and retreated. His back stretched out in the night, looking particularly lonely.

King Xiang stood alone, looking up at the bright moon. The moonlight shone on his face, reflecting his complex expression. He murmured to himself, his voice so soft that only the wind could hear it: "Yes, I was wrong, but I'm already wrong, so I'll keep making the same mistake!"

The next day, Zheng Xiyan and Lu Chuyi rode side by side on the grassland, and Lu Moyu followed closely behind, his eyes wandering between the two from time to time. Lu Chuyi stepped into the grassland, her excitement was beyond words, she suddenly squeezed the horse's belly, and the horse rushed out like an arrow, leaving only a string of silver bell-like laughter echoing on the grassland: "Gee! Gee!"

Seeing this, Lu Moyu was about to ride his horse to chase after her, but was stopped by Zheng Xiyan with a gesture. "Let her go! Such a rare opportunity, don't spoil her fun." Zheng Xiyan's eyes flashed with envy.

Lu Moyu was stunned, and muttered to himself: Don't the women in this palace say they want to fight to the death? How can they have such a sincere friendship? He looked at Zheng Xiyan's calm and self-assured figure, and couldn't help but feel puzzled.

Zheng Xiyan rode on a horse, strolling slowly on the grassland, letting the breeze brush across her cheeks, taking away a trace of the dullness and restraint in the palace. She looked at Lu Chuyi's carefree figure in front of her, and an indescribable desire surged in her heart. She also wanted to run freely like Lu Chuyi and feel the long-lost freedom and happiness. But as a queen, those rules and etiquette had already bound her tightly.

After Lu Chuyi galloped for a while, he turned back and said, "Whoa~"

"Your Majesty, how about we have a horse race?" Lu Chuyi invited Zheng Xiyan.

Zheng Xiyan smiled slightly and said, "I can't compete with you, so I won't compete with you."

"Your Majesty, what you said is wrong. It's not easy for you to get out. You have been in the palace for nearly ten years. Why not take this opportunity to relax? Otherwise, you will be bored to death." Lu Chuyi said.

Zheng Xiyan shook her head gently, with a look of relief in her smile: "No, I will just walk slowly and enjoy the beauty of the grassland. That's enough. You can have fun and don't have to worry about me."

Lu Chuyi felt a little regretful when she heard this, but she also had more understanding and respect for Zheng Xiyan. She galloped off into the distance again, "Gee! Gee!"

Lu Moyu looked at this scene and secretly sighed in his heart: the people in this palace also have unknown tenderness and tenacity. He became more determined to protect this innocence, and he would never give up no matter how bumpy the road ahead was.

After galloping for a while, Lu Chuyi reached the river. She jumped off the horse and lay on the soft grass. She looked at the vast blue sky and green clouds, her heart full of satisfaction and tranquility.

It's been a long time since I've had such a free and easy life like this.