The villain who defeated the son of destiny was my father

At this moment, Yan Wanyu knelt down in front of the old emperor and said, "Your Majesty, I want to report Qu Xinzhu for pretending to be Princess An Ning and cheating people. I was deceived by her many times, so I brought her to the flower viewing banquet. I hope Your Majesty and Prime Minister will forgive me."

Although Qu Xinzhu got the invitation from Prince Li's Mansion, it was not in the right status. After all, she had not become Prince Li's Consort yet. She used her connections in the palace to get herself in. Unexpectedly, it has now become evidence of her collusion with Qu Xinzhu.

Now that things have come to this, she can only take the initiative to apologize, hoping to gain Qu Honglin's forgiveness and hope that he will not hold a grudge against her for this.

The old emperor looked at her, then at the handsome man, and said carefully, "This... Mr. Qu, what do you think we should do about this?"

"You can escape the death penalty, but you can't escape the living punishment!" the handsome man spat out cold words.

Yan Wanyu's body went limp and she almost collapsed to the ground.

Qu Qingyan looked at this infatuated woman with mixed feelings in his heart.

In the plot, after her father, the villain, died, Yan Wanyu also committed suicide for love.

Her last words were that she wished to be buried in the same grave with her lover.

It’s a pity that I couldn’t get what I wanted in the end.

She spent her whole life unable to get the love she wanted and had to wait for him all her life, which is really sad.

She sighed in her heart and then said, "Father, every wrong has its perpetrator, just punish the culprit."

"Okay, I'll listen to Yan'er." The handsome man smiled dotingly.

Yan Wanyu looked at the stunning woman who spoke for her in disbelief, with mixed feelings in her heart, "Thank you, Princess An Ning."

"Princess Zhaoyang was also deceived. Everyone makes mistakes unintentionally. Why should you be so unforgiving?" Qu Qingyan generously forgave her.

Everyone praised her for her broad mind.

Qu Xinzhu gritted her teeth in hatred as her glory was taken away. If she had not been frightened by her stepfather's methods, she would not have been afraid of this idiot.

The Queen had long been dissatisfied with Qu Xinzhu's behavior, so she stood up and said, "Your Majesty, this person not only pretended to be Princess An Ning, but also plagiarized the work of an unknown master. If you don't punish him severely, how can you shock the world in the future?"

The old emperor thought it made sense and was about to agree.

Qu Xinzhu immediately fell to the ground, kowtowed repeatedly, "Your Majesty, I...I did not plagiarize, I really can write poems, if you don't believe me, I can write a few poems on the spot and let you judge."

Qu Qingyan narrowed his eyes slightly.

The plot of the previous life is finally coming.

The old emperor hesitated for a moment and looked at the handsome man next to him.

However, Qu Honglin knew that his daughter had already made plans, so he did not say anything to stop her.

Feng Lanyue smiled charmingly, "Your Majesty, this flower viewing banquet has been disrupted like this, and I have lost interest. Why not let Qu Xinzhu write a couple of poems to relieve my fatigue?"

"Well, Qu Xinzhu, if you can write poems that satisfy everyone, I will forgive your crime this time, otherwise..." The old emperor's threatening intention was evident in his words.

Qu Xinzhu was overjoyed, "Thank you, Your Majesty."

Feng Lanyue waved his hand and asked someone to prepare writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone.

Everyone's eyes were on Qu Xinzhu, watching her every move.

Qu Qingyan was far away, so he couldn't tell whether the poems she wrote were the same as in her previous life.

[Oh my god, this Qu Xinzhu should have used some brains when plagiarizing. She copied everything verbatim. If the old emperor and his men see this, she will be punished even more severely. And her handwriting is too bad, like a ghost painting. I'm afraid that the seven-year-old children here are much better than her.] The little one gloated.

The woman in white was holding a brush and writing furiously, not daring to stop for a moment.

She wanted to write a lot of poems, risking her life and trying to survive, to see what Qu Qingyan, her adopted sister, would say.