The mistress was reborn and broke off the engagement, the regent cried and begged to marry into the

Her eyes suddenly became sharp and murderous.

Yiyong Marquis Mansion, you can’t blame others for seeking death!

The next day. The residence of the Minister of Rites.

The Shangshu's wife advised: "I have inquired many times, and the prince has no interest in you. You are already nineteen, if you don't get married, you will become an old maid. Yirou, why bother? There are many good men in the world."

Zhu Yirou turned her back and said, "But they are not princes. I will not marry anyone except the prince."

"If it were anyone else, mother would have risked her dignity to ask the emperor and empress for a marriage. But that person is the prince, a man who dares to turn his back on the emperor. You want to marry him, but he doesn't. Yirou, listen to mother's advice and give up on this idea." The minister's wife said earnestly.

Unfortunately, Zhu Yirou didn't listen at all.

She admired the prince and would become his princess one day. They lived in harmony and happiness.

Now the prince just hasn't discovered her good points yet.

At this time, the little maid came to report: "Madam, Miss. Miss Li Qi is here."

Zhu Yirou was overjoyed: "Mom, I won't talk to you anymore. I'm going to see Sirong."

After saying that, she lifted her skirt and trotted out.

The Shangshu's wife shook her head. Why did her daughter have to choose the prince?

When Zhu Yirou saw Li Sirong, she hurriedly pulled her to the pavilion to chat: "My mother is trying to persuade me to give up the prince. How could she not understand? The prince is handsome and tall, and he is the prince of high status. It would be good for my family if I married him, and I like him myself."

The maid brought tea and snacks and then left.

Li Sirong smiled mysteriously: "It's actually very simple for you to fulfill your wish."

"Really? Do you have any good ideas?" Zhu Yirou asked happily.

Looking around, Li Sirong leaned in and whispered, "It's a done deal. Even if he's a prince, he wouldn't dare not marry you."

Zhu Yirou hesitated: "This... isn't good. Are you sure it's possible?"

"Of course it's possible. If you want to marry the prince, you have to be bold." Li Sirong took out a medicine bottle from her sleeve and stuffed it into his hand.

Zhu Yirou hurriedly put away the bottle, feeling anxious: "What if, what if the prince just doesn't want to marry her?"

Li Sirong looked determined: "Then make a scene, and make a scene in front of the emperor. He is in the wrong, what are you afraid of?"

Zhu Yirou pursed her lips and nodded. If she could marry the prince this way, why not give it a try?

She smiled expectantly: "Thank you. You still think about me."

Li Sirong held the other's hand, her smile not reaching her eyes: "After all, we are good sisters."

Who made the son of Yiyonghou fall in love with my good sister? I had no choice but to sacrifice her...

After a few days of calm, there was an undercurrent underneath.

Wei Dou is very popular and is invited to the residence of Marquis Yiyong.

He took a few good brothers with him and enjoyed the wine, food and beautiful women.

After drinking too much, Wei Dou went to the toilet. He accidentally went to the study and found a letter.

He sobered up instantly and went to the palace to report to the emperor. The emperor was furious after reading the letter and summoned Marquis Yiyong to the emperor for an audience.

The letter of treason was written in black and white.

Yiyong Hou argued but was unable to prove his innocence.

The only evidence was a letter, so it was difficult to make a hasty judgment. The emperor felt a thorn in his heart and punished Yiyong Hou to reflect on his mistakes behind closed doors.

The Marquis' Mansion had lost the favor of the emperor, and everyone avoided it. Even if the charges were not made, it was impossible to turn things around in everyone's eyes.

Now, Chen Jingtao couldn’t even enter the palace, let alone ask for a marriage.

He knelt in front of the palace gate and begged the emperor to investigate clearly, but was driven away by the guards.

Chen Jingtao wanted to find evidence and tried to argue with Wei Dou: "My father didn't collaborate with the enemy. Where did you get the letter?"

"I found it in your father's study, how would I know where it came from. You won't suspect me, will you? I have no grudge against your family, so how could I frame you? It would be better for you to think about who you have offended to suffer such a disaster." Wei Dou closed the door and sent the guest away, not wanting to meet him again.

Chen Jingtao racked his brains but couldn't figure out who he had offended.

the other side.

Zhu Yirou tried countless times to find opportunities to get close to the prince. She finally found the teahouse, but she couldn't even take three steps inside.

Ling Ze diligently stopped everyone outside the private room. Not to mention weak women, even burly men had no chance of getting in.

Zhu Yirou was discouraged. When she turned around, she saw Shangguan Haitong coming upstairs.

The other party approached, Ling Ze stepped aside to let him pass. Shangguan Haitong went straight into the private room, and the door was closed again.

Zhu Yirou clenched the handkerchief tightly. It turned out that the prince didn't want to be alone and not see anyone, but he wanted to meet someone else.

She left angrily, getting angrier the more she thought about it.

Chen Jingtao happened to meet him and followed him from a distance.

The maid was the first to notice and whispered a reminder.

Zhu Yirou turned around and deliberately invited Chen Jingtao to the private room of the restaurant.

When two people are alone, one is happy while the other is indifferent.

Zhu Yirou raised her head and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp: "Help me, you are the only one who can help me. I must marry into the palace, otherwise I will die. Please help me, help me kill her. Kill her!"

Chen Jingtao took the wine jug away: "Don't drink anymore. You are already drunk."

"I'm not drunk, please help me kill her!" Zhu Yirou begged with tears on her face.

Now that woman is dead, the prince is hers.

Intoxicated, Zhu Yirou leaned in Chen Jingtao's arms. No one could stand in her way, she was the future princess!

With the beauty in his arms, Chen Jingtao slowly put his hand on hers: "Okay, I promise. I'll help you kill her."

He had originally planned to ask the emperor to grant him a marriage, but he had no choice but to accept the current situation in the mansion.

Now it seems that only by killing him can he eliminate the trouble in the future. For the sake of his beloved, he is willing to do so.

night.

The Shangguan Mansion’s carriage stopped at the door.

Xie Qiuguang got out of the car and held out his hand: "I'll help you."

Shangguan Haitong got out of the car holding hands: "Your Highness, be careful on your way back."

"it is good……"

Before he could finish his words, a group of men in black rushed out.

The leading man in black attacked Shangguan Haitong directly, his eyes full of murderous intent.

Xie Qiuguang held the man in his arms and raised his arm to block the blow. The knife cut a gash on his arm.

Huanshuang returned home immediately and called the servants.

The two groups immediately engaged in a fight, with Ling Ze fighting against several people alone. The black-clothed man who was leading the fight was furious and rushed forward again.

Xie Qiuguang pushed Shangguan Haitong into the house: "Go quickly."

The black-clad man's killing move had arrived. Xie Qiuguang kicked far away, but was slashed on the arm again.

A figure on the rooftop was approaching quickly.

Ji Shengxian flew down and slapped the man in black: "My Lord, go!"

Xie Qiuguang entered the room.

Shangguan Haitong supported the man and said, "Huan Shuang, call a doctor quickly."

"Yes." Huanshuang left in a hurry.

Shangguan Haitong helped the prince to the main hall and tore open his clothes to reveal his wound.

There were two bloody wounds and the blood was still flowing.

Xie Qiuguang smiled embarrassedly: "My martial arts skills are not good enough, I'm sorry to make you laugh."

"Nonsense. It was clearly me who held you back. If it weren't for protecting me, you wouldn't have been injured." The maid brought water, and Shangguan Haitong cleaned the wound personally.

Xie Qiuguang let out a hissing sound, and then endured the pain.

He stared at his beloved's anxious look, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "They are coming for you."

"Yeah. Sorry for getting you into trouble." Shangguan Haitong felt really sorry.

Xie Qiuguang was thankful: "Fortunately I sent you back today. Otherwise you would be the one who got hurt."