After rebirth, the prince fell into the hands of the princess again

Emperor An's birthday was celebrated with great ceremony. The Le Dynasty was now in a peaceful and prosperous era, with rivers and seas calm and peaceful. Emperor An enjoyed a very high prestige among the people and was deeply loved.

As the lights came on, the palace was brightly lit, and the glazed tiles reflected the magnificent palace.

After all the court officials took their seats, brass music started and several dancers appeared on the stage in the moonlight, their faces covered by veils. Their faces were vaguely visible as their sleeves fluttered, giving a glimpse of their stunning beauties.

Tang Mumu's mind was not on this at all. After three rounds of banquet, there was still no movement on the scene, and he became more and more flustered.

Suddenly, she felt a warmth on her hand, like a charcoal fire burning in winter, which drove away the coldness in her body. She raised her eyes and met Rong Yan's bright eyes, which were like a star lamp lighting up in the dark night, leading her to the light.

Rong Yan patted the back of Tang Mumu's hand soothingly and gave her a comforting smile. Tang Mumu felt inexplicably relieved, as if a sharp sword that had been hanging in her heart suddenly fell down, but did not hurt her at all.

Tang Mumu also smiled faintly at Rong Yan. The sound of stringed instruments on the stage stopped, and the breeze blew across the curtains. Tang Mumu and Rong Yan looked at each other, and all the martial artists on the field became alert.

It was like a stone was thrown into the lake, causing ripples on the originally calm surface, and Tang Mumu's heart suddenly became tense.

When she saw clearly the face of the person standing on the eaves of the opposite house, Tang Mumu felt that the blood in her body was flowing backwards. Rong Yan, who was beside her, supported her in time to prevent her from losing her composure.

Tang Mumu thought that her master would definitely take action tonight, and she thought she was fully prepared to deal with it, but she never expected that her master would actually bring the real second lady of the general's mansion.

The master's move will not only make her identity public, but also cause her to die without a burial place. Marrying in place of her sister and plotting to become the prince's principal wife is a crime of deceiving the emperor. Not only will she have no way to survive, but Rong Yan will also be implicated.

In just a moment, Tang Mumu felt his hands and feet go cold. His master had never considered his own situation. He knew that doing this would kill himself, but he still did it.

"How come there are two Princesses Rong?"

"Who is this person? The thing he is holding looks exactly like Princess Rong."

"How can there be two faces that are exactly the same?"

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There was a lot of discussion on the field. Tang Mumu felt his head was swelling and his ears were not working well. His head was buzzing and he could not hear what others were saying. His eyes were always looking in the direction of Jiang Moqing on the eaves.

Master, isn't he really afraid that he won't be able to escape this disaster?

Rong Yan was panicking, but he didn't show it on his face. He just increased the strength of the hand that was holding Tang Mumu's hand.

The most panicked people were the people in the general's mansion. Tang Zhengfeng was stunned at this moment. These two people looked exactly the same. If they stood in front of him at the same time, he really couldn't tell which one was his daughter.

In an instant, Tang Zhengfeng seemed to have thought of something and looked at Liu beside him. He saw that her face was calm and she was still as humble as usual.

The emperor mentioned some time ago that Liu's daughter is now the prince's consort, and Liu's status can be raised, so he specially brought Liu with him when he entered the palace today. Since Liu returned home last time, he also specifically instructed the mansion to take good care of her, thinking that this matter could bring them closer together, and maybe he could get some benefits in front of Prince Rong in the future.

Emperor An had not spoken a word, and the crowd had stopped talking. Seeing the man standing on the roof pushing the girl down, many people's hearts were in their throats. If she fell from such a high place, she would be crippled if not dead.

No one expected that Princess Rong would fly over to save people, and land steadily with the girl in her arms. Everyone was shocked and surprised at when Princess Rong learned martial arts, and she could actually save people from such a high place. She must be quite skilled.

"What do you mean by this, Your Excellency?"

On the high platform, Emperor An suddenly spoke, and the emperor's eyes met the eyes of the man in white on the eaves. The man in white actually met the emperor's gaze directly without any fear.

For a moment, the court officials on the scene began to speculate about the identity of the man in white. There were few people in the world who dared to disregard the emperor like this. Everyone was waiting to see what would happen next.

Jiang Moqing's gaze lingered on Liu for a moment, but he retracted his gaze after only a moment and turned to face Emperor An with a smile on his face. He knew that Emperor An had recognized him.

"What happened today is my gift to you."

The man in white left with just one sentence and flew away. The silent stage was once again filled with discussions. Everyone was confused, but no one dared to speak without the emperor's order.

Rong Yan grabbed Tang Mumu, who wanted to untie the acupoints for Miss Tang Er, and shook his head gently at her. The latter pursed her lips, lowered her eyes to look at the sleeping woman in his arms, and stopped what she was doing. She was not thoughtful enough. If she untied the acupoints at this moment, given the second sister's temperament, who knows what she would say.

As the dusk deepened, the court officials dispersed, and everyone had their own thoughts. The lights in the imperial study were on. When Rong Yan entered, Emperor An was sitting upright. After Rong Yan paid his respects, he did not hear Emperor An's words to let him stand up, so he continued to kneel and wait.

Emperor An dismissed the people around him and looked at the man kneeling in front of him. He had no feelings for this son. If he had not known how to find a way out for himself, he would probably have been just a prince forgotten in the cold palace.

Because no one paid attention to him, as a father, he was proud of him when he was full of achievements. However, he repelled the enemies again and again, and defended the territory again and again. His achievements became more and more, more and more people admired him, and more and more court officials respected him. The Sixth Prince grew from a young boy who was ignored by everyone to a god of war loved by everyone in the Le Dynasty.

Beside the emperor, a tiger and a wolf are sleeping soundly. Rong Yan is that tiger and a wolf. He stands out in the forest and his achievements surpass those of his master. He has become a threat to many people and has even grown into a threat to the emperor.

As a father, he hopes his son will grow into a towering tree, full of abilities. As a king, he does not want any threats to exist around him, especially his son, whom he has always looked down upon, becoming his biggest threat.

It was a dark and windy night, the cheapest time to act. Ji Chu hid behind a stone body and waited for the patrolling guard to pass by. He wanted to slip away, but was pulled back by a figure that suddenly appeared.

"Don't hit me, it's me."

After hearing the voice of the person coming, Ji Chu hurriedly withdrew his hand, leaned out to take a look, and when he saw that no one noticed the movement here, he turned his head to look at the person in front of him.

"Why are you here? Are you crazy?"

Song Jinyu folded his arms and leaned against the stone wall behind him. He didn't say anything and just looked at Ji Chu. The two were very close to each other. In the moonlight, Song Jinyu could see that the concern in Ji Chu's eyes didn't seem fake.

"It's not me who's crazy, it's you who's crazy. I was away for a while and you dared to send the maid away to do something as desperate as robbing the prison. If I give you more time, would you dare to assassinate the emperor?"

Ji Chu jumped forward and covered Song Jinyu's mouth tightly, his face full of anxiety.

"Are you going to die? This is the imperial palace. How dare you say something as outrageous as assassinating the emperor? I think you are really crazy."