Zheng Xiao Mistake: The Mistake of Rebirth Provoked the Cold Master

Rumors have been making a lot of noise recently, and the cause is probably a big strange news.

The sick cat emperor who just passed away is back to life!

Then, due to a fire in the palace, he was burned to death!

This rumor of dying and coming back to life, and then coming back to life and dying again was so bizarre that it soon shocked the streets.

People have always given many interpretations to things that cannot be explained, and what Gongyi Helu did back then was not airtight, so the four words most often said about his name are "retribution is inevitable."

If you are interested in this "retribution", you only need to go to a teahouse and listen to storytellers explain the whole story.

It is said that the second prince took the throne before his father was completely dead, and was thrown into prison by the old emperor who had resurrected his corpse.

A few days later, a fire broke out in the palace, and the palace was left with no one in charge.

The court was in chaos and leaderless. The Grand Tutor Rong Yan, who had been acting as the governor of the country, was in mourning and overseeing the country.

The timing of the appearance of this Grand Tutor was quite strange. Some people saw with their own eyes that on the day when the palace was on fire, he came out of the palace in gorgeous clothes, looking like a ghost.

There are many doubts about the death of the emperor, and the royal family is full of rumors and attacks.

This Grand Tutor, who had been keeping a low profile, suddenly changed his character, demoted those who behaved differently and punished those who spoke differently, and turned into a complete traitor.

Within a few days, people were in a panic. Even the people in the outer city were discussing whether Dayong was going to change its surname. At that time, the eldest prince Gong Yihao, who was exiled to Shanqi City, suddenly returned to the court.

Gong Yihao led the imperial guards to surround the imperial city. Holding the imperial edict issued personally at that time, he angrily denounced the treacherous minister Rong Yan in court for disrupting the government and falsely conveying the imperial edict.

On that day, he was transferred away from Shengjing in the name of his fiefdom Shanque, but it was only for the Taifu's own evil ambitions.

As this fake imperial edict landed, the hypocritical face of this bright and upright Grand Tutor was finally revealed to the world.

When Gongyi Helu seized power, Rong Yan, in order to survive, quickly abandoned his old master and curryed favor with the new king, and changed from the eldest prince's tutor to the second prince's tutor.

Since the eldest prince was disabled, he was regarded by him as a hopeless person. Therefore, over the years, he had devoted all his body and soul to cultivating the second prince, hoping that he would become the emperor's teacher one day.

Unexpectedly, this drama of resurrection from the dead directly caused him to work hard for many years.

Therefore, Rong Yan was unwilling to accept the mistake, so he set fire to the palace and directly killed the king and usurped the power.

By the way, the second prince's origin was also made public. He was an abandoned baby in the mountains who was found somewhere unknown, and he was not of royal blood.

The eldest prince Gong Yihao was actually the little prince who disappeared in the fire at the previous emperor's funeral hall. He had been hiding his identity and enduring humiliation all these years, just to eliminate the treacherous villains in one fell swoop.

After a great effort to turn the tide, Rong Yan pleaded guilty in court and was sentenced to beheading.

Gong Yihao successfully took control of power.

Apart from the aristocratic families who were concerned about the cause and effect, most people were confused and only thought that Gong Yihao's ascension to the throne was what everyone wanted.

The name is right and the words are reasonable.

I humbly wish that the holy dynasty governs the world with filial piety. Although His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is disabled, he is like a god, just as graceful and elegant as his father was in his youth.

God bless Dayong.

This fresh topic of "The holy ruler has a successor, who sleeps on firewood and tastes gall" is very popular and is being passed on by word of mouth in teahouses and restaurants.

When Zhu Zheng heard what had happened in the past few days in the teahouse, she thought she had heard the name wrong.

She grabbed the storyteller nearby and asked him who was the "traitor sentenced to death" in the story he had just told?

"Grandmaster Rong Yan."

The storyteller laughed and said, "Girl, I see you have been standing here for such a long time, how come you have listened to all this in vain?"

The sun was dim in the sky and Zhu Zheng's eyes were dizzy from the sun. She staggered towards the Zhu Mansion.

There were firecrackers blasting in front of the Zhu residence. Old Madam Zhu was standing in the smoke, coughing joyfully. When she saw Zhu Zheng, she waved to her.

"Where have you been this time? The new emperor has ascended the throne, and your sister is about to give birth. The emperor wants to pick us up to discuss the matter of conferring the title of queen, and the imperial carriage has been waiting for us for most of the day."

It has been more than a month since they last met at this door, and Zhu Zheng has not heard any news about Rong Yan.

With the court in turmoil, he will surely be busy again.

She thought that no news might also be good news.

But how could things turn out like this? She couldn't wait for any news so she couldn't help but go to the street to ask, but what she heard was such a bolt from the blue.

Zhu Zheng's face was pale and her hands were shaking as she held her grandmother's.

"He is in the palace, right? He is so smart, he must be planning something extraordinary. It can't be what they say..."

Seeing Zhu Zheng's absent-minded look, Madam Zhu asked, "Who?"

"Yes, sister must know what happened." Zhu Zheng said incoherently, "Let's go to the palace now, there must be time..."

When the imperial carriage set off, Zhu Zheng's thoughts were still floating in the air, so much so that when the horse in front suddenly went crazy, she was still in a trance.

The shrill sound of horses neighing filled her mind. The carriage suddenly sped away, losing control and about to crash into the city wall. Suddenly, Old Madam Zhu at the side pounced on her and hugged Zhu Zheng tightly under her body.

Zhu Zheng’s eyes went dark, and the last thing she thought of was… this seemed to be the first time her grandmother hugged her.

Not long after, Nie Ruke and his guards arrived and found only the wreckage of a carriage and two unconscious people hugging each other on the ground.

Old Madam Zhu broke her hip and when she returned home to recuperate she had a high fever and kept talking nonsense.

Zhu Zheng stood by the bed, with her hand tightly held, and heard her say "I'm sorry" many times.

I don’t know who I’m sorry to.

Three days later, Madam Zhu died of her injuries.

The emperor's death was a national mourning, and white banners were hung all over the country. However, the one hung on the lintel of Zhu's mansion seemed like an inconspicuous flower among the white chrysanthemums on the ground.

In the mourning hall, Mingcui brought a bowl of porridge and knelt beside.

"Miss, please eat something. If you continue like this, you will collapse..."

Zhu Zheng sat there motionless.

Mingcui choked up, "Miss...if you fall ill, there will be no one left in the mansion..."

After a while, Zhu Zheng took the bowl, scooped up the porridge and stuffed it into her mouth woodenly. Her throat felt like a ball of cotton was stuck in it, and she couldn't swallow it. But she still tried to eat until she couldn't fit another grain of rice in. She leaned over and coughed violently.

Mingcui burst into tears upon seeing this and wanted to say something, but Zhu Zheng wiped her face and waved her hands with a pale face.

"Ming Cui, I want to be alone for a while..."

There was a pitch-black coffin in the huge mourning hall, and a lonely girl was burning paper money and keeping vigil.

The moonlight cast a pale pale light on the ground, shining on her white clothes, as if she was covered with a layer of frost.

Thinking carefully about what had happened in the past few days, Zhu Zheng felt very dazed, and her dark eyes were dry and empty.

She handled the funeral arrangements alone, painted a new tablet, and placed it in the ancestral hall that her grandmother had talked about all her life.

She only remembered that her grandmother was her grandmother from the moment she was born.

When Zhou was still alive, my grandmother often said that since ancient times, loving mothers often spoil their children, and she was also strict with Zhu Xuan and Zhu Long.

But later Zhu Xuan died unexpectedly, and she focused her attention on making up for him on Zhu Long, but she went too far and raised him to the point of being lawless.

This old lady has lived under the curse of "being ashamed of the ancestors of the Zhu family" all her life.

Even her last name isn't Zhu.

It was only when Zhu Zheng was writing the spirit tablet that she found out that her surname was Gu and her name was Gu Yue'e.

After describing this slightly unfamiliar name, Zhu Zheng suddenly remembered a very small thing.

When she was young, she was playing under the corridor. Maybe her grandmother was in a good mood that day, or maybe it was because of something else, but when she saw Zhu Zheng holding a handful of yellow velvet grass, she suddenly called her to her side and taught her how to make a flower button.

"Follow your fingertips, go around twice, and make a small flower basket in a tic-tac-toe pattern."

While teaching the formula, she talked about her life as a grandson's wife. At that time, the Zhu family had not yet become rich. She often sat under the lamp and used yellow velvet to pretend to be gold thread to make golden flower buttons. She then washed the clothes and made them straight and sewed them tightly. She hoped that her husband would be decent and clean. Even if he was a low-ranking official, he would not feel inferior to any rich man because of Luo Shang...

The autumn wind blew, the shadows of the trees moved, and Zhu Zheng suddenly stood up and went to the corridor to pull a handful of yellow velvet grass.

"Follow your fingertips, go around twice, and make a small flower basket in a tic-tac-toe pattern."

She twisted a bunch of gold thread flower buttons, put them in a row, and placed them on Gu Yue'e's coffin, then began to cry uncontrollably.

It was not a comfortable life in the Zhu Mansion, and Zhu Zheng had suffered a lot of physical pain, but she had never dared to curse her grandmother.

Even when praying on New Year's Eve, she sincerely and earnestly asked the Bodhisattva to bless her grandmother with a long life.

Because Zhu Zheng knew very well in her heart that as long as her grandmother was there, the Zhu Mansion was their home, even if it was a home they did not like that much.

Now that my grandmother is gone, there is no such home anymore.

The earth is thick and the sky is high, and the road ahead is endless.

From then on, there was no place to settle down.

The moonlight was hazy, white mourning was swaying outside the door, and suddenly there were some noises above the mourning hall. As soon as Zhu Zheng raised her head, she was hugged by someone.

Looking through tearful eyes, I thought I was dreaming.

"Sister..."

These past few days, she had always thought she was dreaming, a pale and powerless nightmare.

When she woke up from the dream, she would find that she was still in the small pavilion in Tingxiao Garden, sleeping with a travel book in her arms.

Zhu Qing wiped the tears from her face and said, "Don't be afraid, I'm still here, Zheng'er, don't be afraid..."

Zhu Zheng cried even harder, and before she could reach out to hug her sister back, someone suddenly pulled her away.

Gong Yihao stood aside, dressed in an imposing dragon robe, followed by a dozen palace maids who filed in and sent in many mourning couplets.

This was a scene of a king descending upon her, and Zhu Zheng was stuck in her words. Her sister was about to give birth, and could not stand the slightest stimulation, so Zhu Zheng did not even dare to cry.

Zhu Qing only stayed for a short time and fulfilled his filial duty as a descendant.

Soon, the palace servants helped the elder sister up and separated the sisters.

"Everything is fine with me in the palace. Don't worry about me. Eat well and sleep well... Sister will definitely come to pick you up."

In this case, Zhu Zheng no longer believed it as much as before.

She looked at her sister being carried away, her gorgeous and complicated palace dress dragging on the ground, getting farther and farther away from her.

Zhu Zheng suddenly felt very scared.

In the previous life, when winter came, the imperial court was in chaos and the Zhu family was already in turmoil. It was at that time that my grandmother became overly worried and fell ill and died.

Although this life is different, the ending is still the same.

Although Gong Yixiu had been thrown into prison, the story seemed to have changed, and it also seemed to remind her that all struggles were in vain.

But in fact, she just accepted her fate and lived her life over again without accomplishing anything useful.

"Your Highness... No, Your Majesty."

Zhu Zheng suddenly called out to Gong Yihao, with a look of sorrow and pleading on her face.

"Please treat my sister well. She may seem gentle, but she's actually very strong-willed. If you ever get tired of her, please return her to me... Don't temper her..."

Gong Yihao's brows were serious, "I will never get tired of her."

Zhu Zheng didn't want such empty words.

People's hearts change rapidly. Compared to becoming a queen, she wanted her sister to have a kind husband by her side.

Gong Yihao didn't know what Zhu Zheng was thinking, so naturally he couldn't give her any more assurances.

He said "My condolences" and turned to leave.

Gong Yihao's brocade robe was embroidered with dragon patterns with bared fangs and claws. The moonlight shone on the gorgeous satin, reflecting a cold luster.

Zhu Zheng frowned and suddenly asked from behind, "Why did you treat him like that?"

I clearly know who Rong Yan has been plotting for his whole life...

Gong Yihao easily understood who she was talking about. He paused slightly and turned to look at Zhu Zheng.

In front of Bai Su's funeral hall, he looked so out of place and had no expression on his face.

"Do you want to see him?" Gong Yihao asked instead of answering.

Zhu Zheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, "Where is he?"

Gong Yihao was silent for a moment, "Imperial Prison."