The fake daughter of a fallen ghost is reborn

"How do you know it's King Cheng?" Xue Zhiyi couldn't help but be surprised.

Huo Wuyou said: "The Ministry of Justice is Gu Shimin's man. Not only that, just before Fu Rongxin was rescued, Xue Tingliu went to the prison."

Xue Zhiyi just sneered: "Fu Rongxin is really capable, and can make King Cheng willing to help."

Immediately, she became curious again: "How did Marquis Lin'an find out?"

Huo Wuyou folded his arms and said, "Of course it's because I have an informant in the prison."

He leaned against the rockery slowly and said, "Do you think that in the three years after the Yueling Pass tragedy, I pretended to be a playboy and played with cats and dogs every day? Naturally, I arranged the people left by my father and the people given to me by my grandmother in various corners of Huajing little by little. However, although I have connections behind the scenes, I have no power in the open."

He spread his hands: "In three years, you can do a lot of things."

Xue Zhiyi agreed that a lot of things can be done in three years.

Xue Zhiyi held his chin and thought: Fu Rongxin must be killed, but now she has unexpectedly fallen into the hands of Prince Cheng. I don't know what Prince Cheng will find from her and how he will stage a more interesting drama one day.

While she was in deep thought, Huo Wuyou tapped her forehead with his finger.

Xue Zhiyi was about to explode when Huo Wuyou asked her, "What do you think? Or should we just cut the Gordian knot and get rid of her?"

Xue Zhiyi asked back: "You also have someone in Prince Cheng's mansion?"

"Not yet." Huo Wuyou answered truthfully: "However, since Fu Rongxin is still alive, she can't stay in Prince Cheng's mansion forever. As long as she dares to go out, I can have her killed to prevent future troubles."

Xue Zhiyi smiled and said, "No need. Keep her for now. She won't cause any trouble. Who knows, she might even be a turning point for us."

"What's the turning point?"

Xue Zhiyi did not answer. She just wanted to try and see if her understanding of Fu Rongxin could help her win the next game.

"Marquis Lin'an." She suddenly called out.

"Tell me." Huo Wuyou leaned against the rockery and yawned casually.

"The reason I came to see you today is because what I want to know most is the latest situation of Chunfeng Tower," she said.

Speaking of this, Huo Wuyou finally stood up straight. He said, "Just as we expected, after Tu Lanqin brought the news back, Gu Shichong took action."

"Oh?" Xue Zhiyi pretended to listen attentively.

Huo Wuyou said, "On the third day after we left, an old man in ragged clothes beat a drum outside the Dali Temple to complain about his daughter's whereabouts and that she was forced into prostitution by Chunfeng Tower. Then, more than a dozen people came to complain, saying that their women were also taken away by Chunfeng Tower."

Xue Zhiyi nodded in understanding: "Next, the Dali Temple should intervene in the investigation, right?"

Huo Wuyou sighed slowly, "Isn't it? I believe it won't be long before we can find out that Chunfeng Tower is related to Gu Shimin.

"Then, you will find out that Chunfeng Tower is actually Gu Shimin's secret agent for gathering information." Xue Zhiyi's voice slowed down: "Then--"

The two smiled at each other tacitly, understanding each other tacitly.

……

Xue Zhiyi and Huo Wuyou were in the rockery cave, arguing with each other and talking about losing their heads. They had already been there for a long time and it was not advisable to stay any longer, so they said goodbye in a hurry.

But just as she left, her sight suddenly stopped at a corner of the imperial garden.

Her eyes flickered, and she bent down and picked up something.

Xue Zhiyi looked at the thing in his hand, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

It was a grass ring, and the weaving technique...

"How could that be..." She murmured softly.

In her previous life, she had met a man.

In other words, she saw a vague figure who left nothing behind and only gave her this grass ring.

The weaving technique of the ring is exactly the same as the one in front of me, even the slightly rough closing is exactly the same.

Suddenly, it seemed as if something had traveled through two lifetimes and was following me.

Xue Zhiyi raised his eyes and looked around... In other words, that person also attended today's Qionglin Banquet?

Who is he?

……

Cuiwei Palace.

Concubine Ge had no intention of continuing the banquet and hurried back to Cuiwei Palace.

When he entered the room, Ge Yuanhui was sitting on the bed, staring blankly with an expressionless face, letting his tears fall.

When the palace maids saw Concubine Ge coming back, they all retreated.

"Yuan Hui..."

Sitting opposite her, looking at the person who used to be so glorious and high-spirited, but now had mottled makeup and messy hair, as if all his energy had been drained, Concubine Ge was both angry and anxious.

She raised her hand and wiped away the tears on Ge Yuanhui's face with heartache: "Yuanhui, don't be afraid, auntie will find you the best doctor and use the best medicine, this scar will definitely be removed."

Ge Yuanhui, however, remained expressionless, and silently brushed away Concubine Ge's hand: "It's useless."

Her eyes were red and swollen, and her gaze slowly focused on Concubine Ge's face.

"I know that this scar is too deep and cannot be removed, just like everything I lost today, which can never be found again."

After that, she sighed deeply, and the sound of her breath was like a knife, cutting deeply into her chest: "I didn't lose because of this face."

Concubine Ge didn't understand what she wanted to say, she just thought she was too shocked.

But Ge Yuanhui looked at her and said seriously: "Aunt, I was wrong."

"What did you say..." Concubine Ge was a little flustered.

But Ge Yuanhui said: "I want to be the queen, I want to be the most noble woman in Dayong. From the beginning, my enemy is not other women, nor Xue Zhiyi."

She laughed at herself, tears falling as she laughed: "So what if Xue Zhiyi and I fought to the death? In the end, the ones who decide whether I can marry my cousin are always His Majesty and my cousin himself. Even if I really defeat Xue Zhiyi, they can still choose someone else."

Hearing Xue Zhiyi's name, Concubine Ge gritted her teeth. She grabbed Ge Yuanhui's hand and said, "It's Xue Zhiyi again, right? Is today's incident related to her?"

But Ge Yuanhui turned a deaf ear to her question and just talked to herself, "Aunt, I have put the cart before the horse. What I should do is not to defeat Xue Zhiyi and become the Princess of Gong, but to become the Princess of Gong first, or even the Queen. I want to hold the power in my hands. By then, Xue Zhiyi will be just a small ant under the power!"

Concubine Ge could feel that Ge Yuanhui was holding her hand tighter and tighter. "I know that whether it is His Majesty or my cousin, they are all afraid of the Ge family and would not want me to become the Princess of Gong. Besides, my reputation is ruined now, so it stands to reason that I cannot become the Princess of Gong."

She suddenly smiled grimly, her almost beautiful face distorted: "But I want to do it! Even if it is something that I can't do emotionally or rationally, I still want to do it."

Somehow, Concubine Ge was a little scared: "Yuan Hui, what are you going to do?"

Ge Yuanhui stopped laughing, her face turned cold as frost, she raised her pointed chin: "Since I was a child, I have always wanted something, even if I had to force it! Now that I want the position of Princess Gong, why can't I force it! As long as I have the Ge family and my father behind me, I still have a bargaining chip that His Majesty and my cousin can't refuse!"

She must stand in a position where no one can bully her, and be so noble that only she can decide the life and death of others!