After the divorce, the four big guys became my servants

"Yesterday, when Miss Meng was escorting the coffin, Princess Jing bumped her head against the coffin. I don't know how she is now."

"Ah? How could this happen?"

"It was Madam Meng who actually hired someone to stop Princess Jing from going to pay her respects, causing the princess to be accused of being heartless." People who had experienced this said indignantly.

"The princess may have hit the coffin in a fit of rage."

"My God... Who is this Madam Meng? Does she want the family to be in turmoil?"

"She has always been partial to the eldest lady. She said that she felt that it was the queen who killed the eldest lady, so she was taking revenge on Princess Jing."

"Oh my god, the eldest lady herself has tuberculosis, what does it have to do with the princess?"

"So Madam Meng is ill..."

After hearing these words, Li Liang did not dare to delay for a moment and immediately went back to report to Yuwen Qi.

After hearing this, Yuwen Qi straightened up and said in disbelief: "She actually bumped into the coffin!"

"People on the street say that the princess has suffered a great injustice and is doing this to prove her innocence."

But Yuwen Qi remained silent. He didn't think Meng Zhaoge was someone who would be easily affected by his emotions.

What's more, she and Meng Changning don't get along, so she would rather die than bump into Meng Changning's coffin.

But Meng Zhaoge did bump into it.

Yu Wenqi felt that he could not quite understand this woman.

Thinking of this, he pursed his lips and wanted to get up: "I will go to Meiyuan to see her."

"The queen is not here." Li Liang said promptly, "The queen was unconscious in Kangning Hall last night. Mo Huan and A Lie were guarding her."

"Are you talking about the blue eyes?" Yu Wenqi suddenly became angry.

"Send someone to Kangning Hall to bring her back to me carefully! Then send someone to the palace to ask for the imperial physician. What does that doctor outside know?"

Li Liang was a little surprised that his own prince would care about the princess.

He was stunned for a moment, then quickly responded and went out to do his work.

Corning Hall.

Meng Zhaoge fell asleep on the soft couch in the hall and dreamed all night long.

In the dream, it was General Mingxi’s Mansion. The golden sunlight shone on the green tiles and red eaves, lengthening the figures of the family.

The carriage stopped at the door, and with the help of Meng Qingyun, Mrs. Meng got out of the carriage.

Their eldest son, Meng Sui'an, followed beside them.

The family of three chatted and laughed.

Butler Xu Bo hurried forward, looking a little unhappy: "Master, Madam, Master, the news just came from the palace, the second young lady has passed away!"

The smile on Mrs. Meng's lips froze for a moment, and she lowered her eyes, unable to tell what emotion she was feeling.

Meng Qingyun snorted coldly: "He just died. This evil thing!"

"Everyone has left, don't say this anymore." Madam Meng reminded him softly, "If outsiders hear it, they will think we are mean."

Meng Sui'an also said, "Mom is right. Meng Zhaoge deserved to die, but she was once a member of the Meng family. If someone hears what Dad said, they will scold us for being mean."

Meng Qingyun smacked his lips. He didn't think there was anything right in scolding the rebellious girl, but he listened to his wife.

"Well, let's not talk about this unlucky thing. Come on, madam, go on and tell me what rare things you saw at the market."

Mrs. Meng smiled: "I saw the ginseng fruit, but I don't know if it's real..."

The couple walked away.

Xu Bo stood there, staring at their backs in amazement.

Meng Sui'an said calmly, "If anyone comes to visit us in the next two days, tell them that my parents are sick and heartbroken over Meng Zhaoge's death and cannot see anyone."

Xu Bo pursed his lips and said yes.

After Meng Sui'an left, Xu Bo sighed to himself and murmured, "What a sin."

The scene changed and it was the majestic imperial palace again.

It was winter when she died, and on the third day after her death, there was a heavy snow in Chai'an.

The red and green tiles of the imperial palace were covered with white snow. Two adults and one child were playing in the imperial garden.

Yuwen Qi was wearing a black dragon robe, holding the little prince in his arms, and was smiling as he watched Meng Changning and the palace maids squatting on the ground making a snowman.

After finally building a snowman, Yuwen Qi deliberately picked up the little prince and kicked it, knocking off the snowman's head.

"Liu Lang!" Meng Changning said to him coquettishly, "You two, father and son, are equally bad!"

"Your mother is angry, what should you do?" Yuwen Qi hugged the baby and smiled, then rubbed against Meng Changning who was pretending to be angry.

"Ningning, don't be angry, don't be angry, can't I give you another one?"

"Liu Lang only knows how to tease me..."

The family of three was having a great time together, and even the eunuchs and palace maids beside them were smiling.

The picture gradually faded away at this moment.

In the Corning Hall, the woman with a quiet face, her eyelashes trembling, slowly opened her eyes.

Then she saw a worried and tired face, and he was holding her hand with empty eyes.

She moved her lips: "Alie..."

Yuan Jinglie's soul seemed to have finally returned to its place. He raised his eyes suddenly, tears welling up in his eyes: "Sister, you're awake!"

Mo Huan was dozing off to the side, and was awakened by the awakening. She also cried with joy: "My queen, you're awake! I'll go find a doctor!"

The doctor who was cleaning the pulse cases was dragged over by Mohuan, urging and crying.

After a checkup, it was determined that Meng Zhaoge was out of danger.

"You have to take good care of it. Don't worry, don't get angry, and don't have any bad emotions." said the doctor.

But it was impossible to be quiet in the palace. The servants would come to ask her for instructions on some trivial matters.

Meng Zhaoge felt that he might not be able to have no ups and downs.

After returning, Yuwen Qi will probably look for her.

She thought for a moment and whispered, "Let's not go back to the palace yet. Let's go to the house on the outskirts of the city and live there for a while."

Yuan Jinglie just listened to her and nodded immediately: "Okay, then I'll go hire a carriage."

After some trouble, the three of them got on the carriage.

In the carriage, Yuan Jinglie looked at Meng Zhaoge with red eyes: "Sister, please don't scare us like this again, okay? What if you bump into the coffin and something really happens?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, you didn't tell me there would be a scene of banging the coffin." Mo Huan also had tears in her eyes.

Meng Zhaoge had just woken up and was still not in good spirits. He comforted the two of them, "No, I have controlled my strength... I didn't tell you in advance because you would definitely stop me."

"But, since I want to put on a show and get rid of the cold-blooded and unscrupulous reputation that the Meng family has given me, I might as well get rid of it completely and give the Meng family a bad reputation for forcing their daughter to death."

Meng Zhaoge has no regrets. She has died once, and she can do anything for revenge.

Previously, she asked Yuan Jinglie to investigate the background of the black-faced woman. She followed the clues and found the woman's son. It took a lot of effort to get her son's indenture contract.

Now, I'm afraid the Meng family has become the laughing stock of the whole city.

She was very happy, even if she got hurt it was worth it.

But Yuan Jinglie was still afraid. He looked at her worriedly, and hesitated to speak.

In the end, he said nothing.

Soon, we arrived at a house on the outskirts of the city.

This is the place where Meng Zhaoge's maternal grandfather left behind. When Meng Zhaoge was a child, her grandmother gave her the key.

The house is not too big, but not too small. Once you walk along the gravel road, you can see the beautiful natural scenery of mountains and rivers, lush forests, bamboos, clear water and white sand.

Yuan Jinglie and Mo Huan fell in love with this place as soon as they arrived.

But ever since Meng Zhaoge married into Prince Jing’s Mansion, she has never stayed here again, and the house is a bit dirty.

Therefore, Mo Huan and Yuan Jinglie took some effort to clean up.

Mo Huan was outside boiling water to heat the bowls, chopsticks and tea sets, while Yuan Jinglie pulled out the bedding to dry in the sun.

Meng Zhaoge was left in the room by the two of them, half lying on the couch, bored, and simply staring with his eyes open, thinking about something.

She was now absolutely certain that the dream was not false, but a reality that happened in her previous life.