Reborn to be replaced? Remarried to the royal palace, raising children and training husband

Zheng Dinglian's expression became complicated after hearing this. He was silent for a moment before asking:

"Are you here to see your mother?"

"Yes, my mother has been in a coma for a whole day. She must be starving now that she has woken up. I went to the kitchen early in the morning to stew bird's nests so that she could have some good nourishment."

Zheng Fenghui did not notice the change in Zheng Dinglian's tone, and continued to talk to himself. After a pause, he said:

"Then father, you should have a good rest. I will go and take the stewed bird's nest to mother first, so that it won't get cold."

After he finished speaking, Zheng Fenghui bowed to Zheng Dinglian, then turned around and left with the bird's nest porridge in his hand. His movements were smooth and natural, without any hesitation.

He followed Zheng Dinglian's solemn gaze, watching Zheng Fenghui's back gradually moving away, as if an invisible force had locked his breath in his throat. The breath could neither rise nor fall, making him feel suffocated and unhappy.

At the door, two deputy generals, Wei Lin and Lou Wei, witnessed this scene. They felt sympathy for their lord's experience, but they couldn't resist the urge to laugh. The conflicting psychology made them feel extremely uncomfortable.

Finally, with a "pop", Wei Lin could no longer hold back his laughter.

He quickly covered his mouth with his hands and glanced at Zheng Dinglian nervously.

His eyes met Zheng Dinglian's cold eyes, and he was startled. Then he heard Zheng Dinglian ask indifferently: "Is this situation interesting?"

"No, no! Master, I..." Wei Lin tried to explain incoherently.

"Go and get the thirty military sticks yourself." Zheng Dinglian's words were as cold as ice.

Wei Lin regretted it deeply and thought that if he had known this would happen, he would never have laughed so rashly.

Lou Wei, who was standing by, was gloating over Wei Lin's predicament. However, before he could rejoice, Zheng Dinglian's voice came again, "Lou Wei."

"I'm here!" Wei Lou was startled and responded quickly.

"I entrusted the divorce letter to you. How did the second young master and the third young lady know about it?" Although Zheng Dinglian's voice was soft, it sounded like a cold wind to Lou Wei, making him terrified.

Lou Wei's eyes were wandering. He glanced at Zheng Dinglian cautiously and said hesitantly, "This... I didn't tell the second young master and the third young lady, but when my father visited my humble home last night... maybe he saw it..."

"Heh." Zheng Dinglian chuckled, and that laugh made Lou Wei's face instantly turn bitter.

"Dad! You are really pitting me!" Lou Wei cried out in pain.

But before he finished his lamentation, Zheng Dinglian said coldly: "Thirty military sticks."

"Yes!" Lou Wei did not dare to have any objection and immediately accepted the order.

Just as he turned around to accept punishment, he caught a glimpse of Wei Lin standing beside him, with the corners of his mouth raised, revealing a gloating smile.

"Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, things change over time!" Lou Wei thought, same with you, no one should laugh at each other.

As night fell, just as Jiang Boyi had said, Prince Duan's Mansion and Siming Tower mobilized a large number of people, and the two sides launched a fierce contest. Shouts, rumbles, and screams came one after another and reached the ears.

The surrounding neighbors were so frightened by the noise that they dared not show their heads, for fear that they would be dragged into this life-and-death battle if they did.

They secretly wondered why the Prince of Duan had just returned to the palace and caused such a big turmoil? After all, anyone who dared to attack the Prince of Duan's palace must have a deep hatred.

However, they didn't know that the real target of these killers was not Prince Duan...

Although Lu Yu and his men participated in the battle, they felt helpless.

"Lu Yao, why did you hit me?" Lu Yu asked in confusion.

"Oh, it's you, boss? I thought it was someone else. Wasn't it the young master who asked us to have a lively fight? I didn't notice it was you." Lu Yao smiled awkwardly and was about to take her hand back, but a piece of mud flew over and hit her cheek.

"Oh my god, which bastard dares to slap me in the face? If you ruin my beautiful appearance, how will you compensate me?" Green Yao cursed indignantly.

Lu Yao covered his face with his hands and turned back suddenly, then he saw the short Jia Hong with half of his body stuck in the mud, with one hand hanging awkwardly in the air.

"Hey, Green Yao, don't be angry! This was just a scuffle, I was careless for a moment..."

"Jiahong, you're really going too far!"

In a flash, Lu Yao pounced on Jia Hong, pulled him out of the mud, grabbed his head tightly, and punched him fiercely like raindrops.

Lu Yu looked at the two people in front of him, shook his head helplessly, then turned around and continued to immerse himself in the lively scene.

For the killers of Siming Tower, this mission was undoubtedly easier than ever before.

On ordinary days, they always hang their lives on a thread, but now they can earn money just by pretending.

Everyone couldn't help but secretly glance at Gu Qinlan on the roof, thinking to themselves, this Princess Duan is so amiable... It would be great if they could encounter such a good job a few more times.

The fight lasted until three quarters past three in the morning. Xinyi Shewu was leaning on the roof with a pot of wine in his hand.

The moonlight shone on the silver mask on his face, reflecting a faint blue glow, with a sense of mystery and laziness.

Jiang Boyi was wearing a blue shirt, his hair was neatly tied with a jade hairpin, and he was holding a folding fan which he waved gently, looking like a handsome and elegant man.

Although these two men have very different styles, they are both a beautiful sight. If they were seen by ordinary women, they would surely make countless girls fall for them.

Xiang Zhu, who was behind Gu Qinlan, couldn't help but lean over gently and whispered to her eye bags:

"What sin has the young lady committed? Look at the two of them showing off their elegance there."

Hearing this, Wocan nodded seriously, secretly glanced at Gu Qinlan, and then whispered in agreement:

"Showing off your charm and flirting is just to attract our young lady's attention."

When Gu Qinlan heard the two maids whispering behind her, she couldn't help but laugh. She coughed lightly, turned her head and gave them a warning look.

These two girls are really outspoken. If these words were heard by those two, there would probably be another big disturbance.

When Xiang Zhu saw Gu Qinlan's gaze coming over, he quickly stuck out his tongue and gave a flattering smile.

Eye Bags held a long sword in his arms, looked around, and acted as if it had nothing to do with me.

Gu Qinlan reluctantly withdrew his gaze, turned to look at Xinyi Shewu, and smiled softly:

"Young Master, it's time to close the net."

Upon hearing this, Xinyi Shewu immediately stood up, smiled heartily, drank the remaining wine, and threw the wine jug off the roof.

With a "clang" sound, the originally noisy crowd suddenly quieted down. Several people quickly moved a pile of corpses dressed in Siminglou clothing from the backyard and piled them together.

Seeing this, Xin Yishewu smiled at Gu Qinlan and said, "Princess Duan, I bid you farewell."