After rebirth, she killed her best friend and took over the scumbag's kingdom

Xiao Qiongzhu returned to the room and fell headfirst onto the bed.

But I couldn't fall asleep, and I wanted to do something.

Xiao Qiongzhu stood up and found a black nightgown from the closet.

"Xuan Yi, come with me to Feng Mansion. I want to go to Nian Ci Garden."

Xuan Yi came over when he heard the sound, and the two figures disappeared quietly into the night.

Soon, they arrived outside Nianciyuan, but heard quarrels coming from inside.

The two looked at each other, jumped onto the roof in tacit understanding, carefully lifted the tiles, and peeked at the situation in the yard.

I saw Lu Minjing lying on the bed, her face pale and her voice weak, arguing with Feng Ruoyan.

Lu Minjing's face was full of worry, and she tried to persuade her daughter to give up the idea of ​​entering the palace.

"Yan'er, you are still young, why are you so stubborn? The palace is full of intrigues and deceptions, how can you deal with it?" Lu Minjing tried her best to persuade her.

Feng Ruoyan was unmoved, "Mother, you don't understand, I am the emperor's woman. Now the emperor has made me a concubine, you can't disagree."

Seeing her daughter being stubborn and unyielding, Lu Minjing felt heartbroken and tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Yan'er, you know that once you enter the palace, you will have no control over your life. You are my only daughter. If you enter the palace, I'm afraid we will never see each other again in this life."

Feng Ruoyan could not understand her mother's worries. In her opinion, entering the palace was a symbol of honor and power, and an opportunity that many women looked forward to. Why was her mother so resistant?

She wanted to live a better life than Feng Qiongzhu, and she only wanted to take revenge on the Prince Duan who bullied her.

Filled with rage, she rushed to her mother's bedside, knelt down on her knees, kowtowed several times, and then left Nian Ciyuan.

Lu Minjing looked at her daughter's leaving back and felt helpless.

She ordered her personal maid Cui'er to pack all her private money and gold and silver jewelry into a box as a dowry for her daughter to enter the palace.

Cui Er looked at the lady's tired and worried expression and comforted her softly:

"Madam, why are you so worried? Miss Ruoyan is smart and will definitely be able to gain a foothold in the palace."

Lu Minjing sighed and shook her head, "Cui'er, you don't understand. The palace is not as simple as you think. The emperor's harem has many beauties. How can Yan'er gain a foothold among them? I just hope she can be safe."

Cui'er had no choice but to continue comforting her with a few words before retreating to do other things.

At this time, Xiao Qiongzhu's figure quietly appeared in Lu Minjing's room.

The silver needle in her hand shot directly at Lu Minjing's mute point.

Lu Minjing looked at Xiao Qiongzhu in horror. Her throat seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand and she could not make any sound.

Xiao Qiongzhu stood in front of the bed. She smiled gently, and there was a chill in her smile.

"You don't have to panic. It's useless. There's only you and me here. No one will know I'm here."

When Lu Minjing heard this, she widened her eyes and stared at Xiao Qiongzhu fiercely.

But Xiao Qiongzhu didn't care, "Are you asking me what I'm doing here?"

A mocking smile appeared on Xiao Qiongzhu's lips.

"Haha, of course I'm here to take your life. How about it? You've been seriously ill in bed lately. Seeing your body getting weaker day by day, do you feel heartbroken? Was my mother like this back then?"

Xiao Qiongzhu's voice was like a cold wind from the underworld, piercing and icy.

When Lu Minjing heard this, she struggled to get up, but her weak body prevented her from moving.

She could only lie helplessly on the bed, watching Xiao Qiongzhu approaching step by step.

Xiao Qiongzhu looked at her coldly, as if she was looking at a dying prey.

"The fate of your precious daughter is now in my hands. Have you ever thought about whether the cold palace in the imperial palace is very suitable for your innocent daughter? There are many crazy people in the cold palace. When it is late at night and the cold wind is howling, will your daughter shiver and cry quietly? All this is because of you, Lu Minjing."

Lu Minjing's tears rolled down like beads from a broken string.

She fell off the bed.

Xiao Qiongzhu stepped on her wrist, took out a bottle of medicine from her arms and shook it in front of Lu Minjing.

"I prepared this bottle of liquid medicine specially for you."

Xiao Qiongzhu's voice was low and eerie.

"You know, this is the poison I developed day and night when I was hiding in the villa. I named it 'A Dream of Hua Xu'. The old woman Liu in the villa and the old driver Chen were both killed by this poison."

Xiao Qiongzhu looked at her and sneered a few times, "Don't worry, this poison won't hurt. It will make you die slowly in a sweet dream, all night long. You will dream all night long, and then... die with a smile on your face. What a wonderful way to die? Moreover, no one will be able to find any traces."

After saying that, she pinched Lu Minjing's chin and poured the medicine into her.

Lu Minjing struggled and uttered weak pleas.

But Xiao Qiongzhu remained unmoved.

She leaned over and whispered in Lu Minjing's ear:

"Lu Minjing, everything you have done to me, I will return to your daughter one by one. This is just the beginning. Please enjoy these last moments."

Lu Minjing's face was pale, as if all her vitality had been ruthlessly taken away at this moment.

Her eyes were filled with despair, a despair that went deep into her bones.

Because she knew that she was completely finished.

If she had the chance to do it again, what would she choose?

She told herself without hesitation that even if she could go back in time, she would still choose to be with her cousin.

She only regretted why she didn't get rid of this little bitch and let her go with her mother.

Lu Minjing closed her eyes and let the tears slide down her cheeks and drip onto the cold floor.

Early the next morning, the sky had not yet completely dispelled the darkness of the night.

A shrill scream was heard in Nianci Garden.

All the servants were running around in panic.

Feng Tingjing rushed to Nianciyuan in a dishevel and in a hurry.

He saw Lu Minjing lying on the bed.

The once familiar face was now lifeless, with only a smile frozen at the corner of the mouth.

This smile was so peaceful, yet so dazzling that it hurt Feng Tingjing's heart.

He stood silently by the bed, staring at Lu Minjing, as if he wanted to engrave her appearance in his heart forever.

Then he sighed deeply.

"Go, tell the butler to start preparing for the funeral."

When the butler rushed to Nianciyuan, he carefully observed Feng Tingjing's expression.

Seeing that he showed no sadness at all, the butler suppressed his shock and asked in a low voice:

"Master, how should we handle this funeral?"

Feng Tingjing frowned slightly, with a hint of impatience in his eyes.

He was indeed upset. Lu Minjing's death was really untimely for him.

This sudden death disrupted all his plans.

"Butler, you and I are both understanding people."

Feng Tingjing continued slowly, "Now it is the time of celebration for Mei'er to be crowned as a concubine. We cannot let this funeral affect Mei'er's happy event. Besides, our Feng family is now a royal family. How can we lose our dignity because of such a small matter?"

The butler's heart trembled, he understood what Feng Tingjing meant.

But he still tried to remind: "Master, the lady is the mistress of the mansion after all, her death ..."