The abandoned queen is reborn: she makes the prince cry and seizes the throne!

Life is a play, and it all depends on your acting skills.

Now it was Wan Rong's turn to be confused. "Master Ji, has he... seen my calligraphy?"

Ji Mengshu nodded heavily and made up a story in all seriousness, "Sister Wan sent someone to give me the post before. Coincidentally, when I read the post, my brother was there and praised Sister Wan's beautiful handwriting, saying that the handwriting reflects the person..."

Afraid that she would say something nonsense again, Wan Rong reached out to cover her mouth and said, "Okay, okay, I'll send it over today."

The palace maid led people to the side room.

After a while, both of them changed into new clothes. When they turned around and left with the palace maid, someone in the towering palace not far away opened the window and took in everything that happened.

A trace of hatred burst out from his dim eyes. The man had a wrinkled mouth and sniffed the cold air. His withered hands were tightly grasping the window frame. "Aijia... let all of you die!"

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Dali Temple Prison

Wei Zheng took the blood-soaked whip and lashed himself twice, then handed it to the stunned jailer who was watching outside.

They really didn't know what this gentleman was going to do, but since the Regent specifically said he would take care of them, they could only obey him in everything.

"Big brother, Miss He will be here soon, please don't expose me."

The jailer bowed and said yes, then left with the chicken blood and the whip.

Although Wei Zheng killed the Marquis of Chengyang and his wife, being put in prison was just a formality. After the Dali Temple has verified all the evidence, Wei Zheng will naturally be released.

Therefore, he didn't have to suffer any severe torture in this prison. Who was he doing this for, with his blood all over his body, as if he had been hungry for three days and three nights and suffered abuse and torture?

It was not until He Hui came over with the food box as usual that the jailer understood.

Knowing that He Wei hated to see her, He Hui tactfully did not come closer to him. She handed the meal to the jailer and asked him to deliver it to He Wei. Then she turned a corner and walked straight towards Wei Zheng.

The jailer guarding the corner quickly winked at someone, and Wei Zheng lay down on his side, closed his eyes, and his breathing became heavy and rapid.

The fat jailer looked at his series of smooth and continuous movements and gave him a thumbs up for his acting skills.

It has to be you.

He Hui came over with a food box, and when she looked up she saw Wei Zheng lying on a worn mattress, covered in wounds and trembling.

"Master Wei?"

She was filled with anxiety. She quietly put the food box on the ground and turned to ask, "Why was Master Wei punished?"

The jailer had to put on a stern face and said, "There are witnesses who testified that Wei Zheng murdered his father, but they insisted that it was Marquis Chengyang who killed people first... According to the rules of the Dali Temple, if you don't torture them, the prisoners won't tell the truth."

He Hui's eyes moistened, and she whispered, "Master Wei?"

The person in the cell seemed to finally move, turned his head and looked over, his face was pale and even uglier.

The jailer held his breath and thought, there is some poison left in Wei Zheng's body, and the doctor who came to bring him medicine every day will soon be relocated to the Dali Temple Prison. What he did made it seem like they were really abusing people in the prison.

Wei Zheng smiled softly, moved his body, took a breath, and slowly moved in front of her. He raised his eyes and glanced at the jailer casually, and the latter retreated tactfully.

"Don't worry, Miss He, it's just a minor injury." Wei Zheng looked at the food box beside her and said with a smile, "What delicious food did you bring today?"

There weren't any fancy dishes, just some home-cooked meals.

Wei Zheng used to be the eldest son of the Marquis of Chengyang. Although that man was not his biological father and Cheng Liu was a harsh person, he had never received any honors in Kyoto. He sat down cross-legged without any airs, took the food from her hand and started eating.

"Hmm... Could this cooking be made by Miss He herself?"

As the saying goes, a friend in need is a friend indeed. He Huiben was not a young lady from a century-old family in Kyoto, and she did not have so many etiquette to follow on a daily basis, so she nodded and said, "Now I am in a house on the outskirts of the city, near the back mountain. Yesterday, I went to the mountain with my nanny to dig spring bamboo shoots..."

The stir-fried spring bamboo shoots are salty, fragrant, tender and smooth, and go very well with rice.

Suddenly remembering something, He Hui said worriedly, "I heard that in this prison, prisoners are not given medicine for injuries. Many people died in prison because they did not receive timely treatment. But I didn't bring any medicine today. You have to bear with it. I will find it for you tomorrow."

Wei Zheng looked at the "wounds" all over his body and found that there was indeed no medicine applied on them. No wonder she was so worried.

He smiled when he heard that, "Then Wei Zheng would like to thank Miss He for her kindness. If I have a chance to come out again in this life, I will definitely repay Miss He for her kindness."

Regardless of whether it was a favor or not, Wei Zheng had helped her so much before, and now that he was in trouble, it was only right for her to help him.

After being released from prison, He Hui walked hesitantly in the street. Wei Zheng was seriously injured, and the medicine was a small matter. If the Dali Temple wanted to torture him every time, he would not be able to withstand the punishment as there was already residual poison in his body and he was weak.

But Wei Zheng had some friendship with the Regent and the girl from the Ji family... Why were they unwilling to take care of him?

Ji Mengshu rode a carriage all the way out of the palace, and when she returned to the mansion, she was almost dizzy from the shaking of the carriage. After getting off the carriage, she walked back to the mansion without looking back.

"Miss Ji."

Someone called her, and Ji Mengshu turned around as she was told. Seeing He Hui coming over in a plain dress, she bowed and said, "Miss Ji, may I have a word with you?"

The altar was slightly sober, "Let's go, if you have anything to say, let's go inside and talk."

When the Ji family was in trouble, the He family was prominent. But now the situation has changed.

After saying hello to the two of them, Wan Rong returned to his residence. He looked at the painting and repeatedly pondered his words.

On the other side, Ji Mengshu looked at the tea and said, "You refused to accept the money I gave you. Now you are alone with your parents. Are you doing well?"

As early as when the He family was in trouble, Ji Mengshu had extended a helping hand. Just like when she was forced to return to her hometown in Fan Yang, He Hui came to see her off and gave her a lot of gold as travel expenses.

"Talking about these things now, it seems like they happened a long time ago. Don't worry, Miss Ji. When my family was confiscated, I saved some money. Now I can support the family expenses without much difficulty. I came to see you today... not for myself, but for Master Wei."

"Wei Zheng?" She frowned slightly. She had asked Ning Rongzhang before and remembered that he said Wei Zheng was imprisoned in prison, but he was not in danger... How could it be...

He Hui lowered her head slightly, as if she had mustered up a lot of courage.