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

"To be honest, I often go to the Dali Temple to visit my brother. Because I had some friendship with Master Wei before, I also went to see him. When I went there today, Master Wei was covered in wounds... I was afraid..."

Not only is he not living a good life, but he's also covered in injuries?

"But has someone committed lynching in the Dali Temple Prison?" Ji Mengshu was also a little worried, fearing that someone would pretend to obey Ning Rongzhang's words but actually disobey him, which would lead to Wei Zheng's death.

"I don't know the specific situation, but the jailer did say that according to the rules of the Dali Temple, prisoners must be whipped before being interrogated..." He Hui said this and then said, "I came here today to ask Miss Ji to plead for mercy in front of the Regent."

Why would she need to intercede for Wei Zheng's matter? Regardless of the relationship between the Regent Ning Rongzhang and Wei Zheng, even Wei Zheng's biological father, the King of Dongzhi, was not someone to be trifled with.

Although thinking this in his heart, he still comforted her, "Don't worry, Miss He. I will go to the palace to ask. Master Wei and I are acquainted. He will definitely not let him cry out for injustice in prison."

"Then I would like to thank Miss Ji first."

Since He Hui had no status, she naturally could not enter the palace. Ji Mengshu said goodbye to her outside the Ji Mansion.

As dusk fell, Ji Mengshu had just left when Ji Yuanzheng came home on horseback.

When I stepped into Fulan Pavilion, there was no one in the east wing except a few maids sweeping the floor and Qingzhu. Could it be that the banquet had not yet ended?

"Where is Miss?"

Qingzhu bowed and said, "My lord, Miss He came over just now and talked to you for a few words. Then she left in a hurry. But before she left, she said that she would be back soon and asked you not to worry."

The person has left, can it be cured by just saying don't worry about him?

Ji Yuan was walking out.

When the door of the house opened, he saw that the door of the west wing opposite had also opened. A graceful figure of a woman appeared at the door, holding a long wooden box in her hand, and was looking at him.

"Meet General Ji..." Wan Rong made up his mind, walked a few steps over, dragged the long wooden box in front of him with both hands, and said, "This is a painting made with the general's peach blossom ink. As promised that day, I am giving it to the general."

Ji Yuanzheng took it, opened the box, saw a scroll lying inside, and said with a smile, "Thank you, Miss Wan."

Wan Rong felt a little lonely. Apart from this sentence, is there nothing else? Thousands of threads of silk were densely entangled in his heart, making him feel stuffy and wet. Wan Rong opened his lips slightly, like a fish suffocating in the river, and raised his head and looked at his face.

"I...I received a letter from home...my mother said that she has found a place for me. I...I'm afraid I have to go back to my hometown." Wan Rong breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that he could say the words that he had just considered for a long time without any skills. The big stone that suddenly fell from his heart was slowly lifted up by Ji Yuanzheng's sudden silence.

The man's face was a little unclear under the dim sunset. After a long while, Ji Yuanzheng asked, "Where are you going?"

Wan Rong lowered his head and shook his head, "I don't know either, but the woman's origin is nothing more than that she is married..."

She was once a noble in the palace. According to common sense, her fate had been decided from the moment she entered the palace. After Ning Huaixuan passed away, if she had children, she might be able to live out her days in the palace or on her fiefdom. If she had no children, she might just die with the late emperor, or at worst, she would have to spend the rest of her life in a temple with a green lamp and an ancient Buddha.

But the current situation was something no one had expected. She was sent back home, but time could not be reversed, and she was no longer the flower-like girl she once was.

Ji Yuanzheng suddenly felt a little breathless, and his heart ached. He made up all kinds of excuses, "The results of the imperial examination will be announced soon... It's a first-class event in Kyoto. If you leave, you will miss it..."

Wan Rong pursed his lips and smiled, "Many things happen in Kyoto every day. Do I have to stay in Kyoto forever?"

"Why not?!" He was a little anxious, and spoke one sentence at a time in a hurry. He felt a little rude just after he finished speaking, "I am abrupt."

He wanted to keep her, or, he didn't want her to leave. But all the words were stuck in his heart, and he realized that if she insisted on leaving, he had no reason to keep her...

"Ashu likes you very much. If you leave like this, she will definitely be sad."

A man and a woman stood opposite each other in the yard, watching the sunset that had illuminated half the sky slowly set. The woman bowed to the man, then turned and left.

After Ji Mengshu arrived at the palace, she lifted her skirt and went to look for Ning Rongzhang. In the meeting hall, a few candles were burning in front of the table, and a red brush was marking memorials. Ah San pushed the door open from outside.

"Master, Miss Ji is here."

Ning Rongzhang immediately stood up and was about to leave, but then he glanced at Ah San and sat back down again, picking up the red pen and asking, "What's her matter?"

Ah San looked at his unusual behavior and said, "Miss Ji said she had something important to tell the prince..."

Before he could finish, the man in front of him rushed out like a gust of wind, and Ah San hurriedly followed.

Ji Mengshu was playing with pebbles outside the hall out of boredom when the door creaked open. The man inside was wearing a crown and jade, but his clothes were different from the ones he wore at the banquet.

He was walking towards her with an anxious look on his face, "What happened?" His face was full of worry, as if he was afraid that something might happen to her.

"Just now when I returned home, I saw Miss He Hui. According to Miss He, Wei Zheng's situation in the Dali Temple prison was very bad, so I came here to ask about it."

Without waiting for Ning Rongzhang to speak, Ah San said, "The Dali Temple has always been under the control of the prince... When Master Wei went in, I warned him many times that such a thing should not happen..."

Ning Rongzhang tilted his head and said, "Send someone to investigate."

"Yes."

After the people left, Ning Rongzhang came back to his senses, "Did you come to the palace just to tell me this?"

Ji Mengshu: What else?

Ning Rongzhang took a step forward and approached her, saying, "Did you like that scholar at the banquet today?"

His straightforward question surprised her. "Who I like and who I hate should have nothing to do with Your Highness... The political situation has been decided. Your Highness should work hard to govern the country, so as not to repeat Ning Huaixuan's mistakes."

Although his words were absolute, he was unwilling to let go of her hand, and he held her wrist through her spring clothes. In the twilight, it was unclear whether she could see the turmoil in his eyes, but from his seemingly calm eyes, one could still see through a person.

Ji Mengshu suddenly felt a little scared. If she had known this would happen, she should not have provoked him like this before.