Zhen Huan Reborn as Langya to Cure Yi Syndrome

Ruyi sat in the hall, silently shedding tears. Rong Pei walked in and slapped Ruyi ten times without saying a word.

Ruyi looked at Rong Pei in shock: "Why did you hit me?"

"The master directly addressed the Queen by her name..."

"I just realized you today. You really betrayed me."

Rong Pei shook her head and raised her chin: "Master is smart."

Whatever Ruyi thinks.

Old Madam Wei stayed with Qinghua until late at night.

How wonderful it would be without opium, Zorlu wouldn't suffer and Qinghua wouldn't be alone.

Although Zorlu deserved to suffer this time, and Qinghua completely got rid of a family of blood-sucking bugs, which were not bad things, but sitting in the dim candlelight, he couldn't help feeling empty.

Qinghua saw that Madam Wei was secretly wiping her tears again, so she patted her hand gently and comforted her: "Auntie, don't cry, Zuolu has already quit. He is also particularly sensitive to the smell of opium, and has been staying by Master Fuheng's side to assist. Master Fuheng can definitely keep an eye on him and won't let him go astray again."

Madam Wei sighed: "Alas, I don't care about him, I just feel sorry for you."

"Why feel sorry for me? Isn't this a good thing for me?"

Madam Wei looked around, with some panic in her eyes: "I saw him talking about being a ghost or something, I was afraid you would be scared."

Qinghua smiled calmly: "Why should I be afraid of him? He committed a crime and was punished. Does he want to be rampant after death? If there are ghosts in the world, he has harmed so many people, why haven't I seen any ghosts come to settle accounts with him?"

Madam Wei sighed, "In my early years, I did some shameless things to make a living and raise my two children. But I really can't bear to see others' families ruined and their families destroyed while I make ill-gotten gains."

"Zorlu is a boy, and he was born late in life. I did favor him in the past, but I also felt sorry for Yan Wan. Your mother, however, is not simply biased, but seems to be ill."

I really don’t understand the weirdness of that family of three.

Yongqi came to an alley and the Empress Dowager assigned him another task.

Looking at the courtyard in front of him, the plaque reads "Ling Mansion."

"What level? You are not qualified to buy a mansion in the capital."

Then he waved his hand and said, "Copy it to me, it's all drug money, all confiscated."

He raised the iron birch stick in his hand and walked towards Ling Yunche.

In the previous life, you caused my mother to be neglected and asked me to take care of you; in this life, you still bully your mother and make my mother angry.

Yongqi raised the corner of his mouth and smiled evilly: "Uncle Fuheng must be too kind, so he didn't beat me up. I am not a vegetarian."

The dull sound of sticks hitting flesh and the shrill howls echoed throughout the courtyard.

The guards in charge of the confiscation of property shrank their necks. They were beaten like this even for buying a yard with the drug money they were rewarded with. Opium is something that one absolutely cannot touch!

The army returned to the capital and stationed ten miles outside the city, waiting to be rewarded.

Zhao Hui brought several deputy commanders and Princess Hanxiang to the palace to meet the emperor and attend the celebration banquet.

The moment Han Xiang saw the Forbidden City, a surge of resentment penetrated into her mind and spread into her heart.

She clutched her sleeves tightly, holding the dagger that was thrust at her.

Zhen Huan made a final check on all matters concerning the banquet. Lian Xin came over quickly and reported in a low voice, "Your Majesty, General Zhao Hui brought into the palace a woman who was going to perform. She was carrying a sharp blade. I have tried to persuade her in vain. Please make the decision, Your Majesty."

Zhen Huan asked Su Lian to check carefully and prepared to meet Han Xiang.

Jingse had been standing beside Zhen Huan, assisting her mother. When she heard that the woman was carrying a sharp knife, she felt uneasy and went with the Empress Dowager.

The mother and daughter came to the side room where the performing singers and dancers rested, and saw that the woman was indeed Han Xiang.

Zhao Hui also heard that the woman he brought back was carrying a sharp knife, and it was not convenient for him to break into the inner room, so he paced outside anxiously.

King Han offered his beauty, so he had no choice but to offer his own.

After seeing the Queen, Zhao Hui calmed down a little and wanted to explain, but Zhen Huan waved her hand.

"I understand everything. General, there is no need to worry. Go and take a rest."

Zhao Hui bowed to Zhen Huan with gratitude and left.

Since bringing the princess along, it was inconvenient for the soldiers to carry her due to the strict rules for men and women, so they could only coax this young lady along the way.

It was more tiring than the journey where the outcome was unpredictable and life and death were unknown. He felt like he was getting old.

Zhen Huan walked into the ear room. Han Xiang was sitting on a stool with her head turned away. Xiao Chun was still trying to persuade her earnestly.

"My lady, how can you bring a dagger with you to see the emperor? This is unreasonable."

"My lady, if the dagger falls out while you are performing, you won't be able to explain it and it may hurt you."

"Give it to me, I will keep it well for you."

Xiaochun looked at the delicate and beautiful Hanxiang in front of him and couldn't bear to use force on her, for fear of hurting her and thus blemish her beauty, so he just tried to persuade her with kind words.

Hanxiang ignored Xiaochun and snorted coldly when she saw Zhen Huan walk in.

Xiaochun was instantly angry: "Young lady, you think you are noble. It's ok to speak coldly to me, but it's a big mistake to be disrespectful to the queen."

Zhen Huan waved her hand and asked everyone to leave.

Xiao Chunlian was unwilling to leave when she saw Hanxiang carrying a dagger and being disrespectful to the queen.

Jingse nodded at them.

"Don't worry, aunts. I'm here to accompany the Empress."

Zhen Huan slowly opened her mouth and asked, "Princess Hanxiang, right?"

Han Xiang did not comment, but just sat there with a cold face, not even looking up to meet Zhen Huan's gaze.

"The princess wants to perform, why is she carrying a dagger? Is she trying to assassinate the emperor?"

Han Xiang looked at Zhen Huan with wide eyes in shock: "How did you know?"

Jingse sneered: "You brought a dagger into the palace. What else do you want to do besides assassinate others? Do you think everyone is as stupid as you?"

When Hanxiang heard Jingse call her stupid, she looked up and glared at her.

Jingse retorted, "You are just a small Han tribe, and you are willing to give up your land and surrender. My emperor didn't kill any of your soldiers, and didn't ask for you by name. Your father sent you here, so do you hate my emperor?"

She is the same kind of person as Xian Yingying in Jingren Palace. Anyone in this palace can hate the Emperor, so what qualifications does she have?

Han Xiang sneered and said, "Then I will commit suicide."

Zhen Huan couldn't help herself, "You came all the way from Hanbu to the capital. Why didn't you die when you had so many opportunities? Why did you commit suicide during the performance? Although Hanbu is small and poor, there must be guards in the king's tent. How can the princess guarantee that she can be faster than the imperial guards in the Qing Dynasty?"

Han Xiang stared at Zhen Huan and her daughter angrily and said, "Then I can scratch my face, so that the greasy old man won't touch me."

"It's up to you. The face is yours. Whether you accept my favor or not has nothing to do with me. But you can't bring a dagger. If you want to disfigure yourself, just use your own hairpin."

Zhen Huan signals Jingse to take the dagger. Like Ruyi, she cannot be too polite.

"Princess, please perform well."

Zhen Huan turned to leave, but Han Xiang shouted, "I really pity you for wanting to arrange for someone else to share your husband with you."

“That’s the way the world works.”

Han Xiang smiled, her eyes full of sarcasm: “You women are so pitiful.”