Only seven days left to live? She goes crazy and kills

Feng Yaoguang turned around and gestured to the Qingluan Army outside the palace gate, indicating that they should keep an eye on Sheng Jingan and kneel for half an hour, not a single breath less.

Then he followed Yan Donghuang, with an unusual light in his eyes: "Your Highness."

"Hmm?"

"Sheng Jingan is your Highness's fiancé." Feng Yaoguang's expression was a little subtle, as if he was reminding her, but the tone of the reminder was a little sour, "When his three-year mourning period is over, your Highness will marry him. It's embarrassing for him today, isn't it..."

Yan Donghuang said lightly: "You feel sorry for him?"

Feng Yaoguang's face froze: "Your Highness is joking."

If he could choose, he would be very happy to find a deserted place in the middle of the night, chop Sheng Jingan into 108 pieces, and then throw his body in all directions of the mass grave.

Waiting for wild dogs to take him away, so that he can't even put the broken pieces together.

Yan Donghuang tilted his head and looked at him.

At this time, Feng Yaoguang was only 20 years old, younger than when he passed on the throne in his previous life. His face was more handsome and eye-catching, and his eyebrows and eyes were bold and unruly. His peach blossom eyes were beautiful and affectionate, which often made people feel that he was unrestrained.

Moreover, he liked to wear red clothes, and was the most beautiful and narcissistic person in the Qingluan Army.

But those who knew him knew that Feng Yaoguang was actually a man who was persistent to the point of being a bit stubborn.

Yan Donghuang's eyes flashed with a trace of shock.

In the previous life, before passing on the throne, Feng Yaoguang's sad and desperate eyes appeared in her mind, and the roar of the trapped beast sounded in her ears: "Can't you change your fate against the will of heaven?"

At this time, she really had the urge to tell him that she did have a chance to be reborn and change her fate.

But whether it was in accordance with heaven or against heaven, she didn't know.

However, Feng Yaoguang knew nothing about his previous life and had no memory. He couldn't understand these words when he was told.

"What is your highness thinking about?" Feng Yaoguang was puzzled.

Yan Donghuang came back to his senses, and without saying a word, he took out the imperial edict from his bosom and handed it to him.

Although Feng Yaoguang was puzzled, he still took the imperial edict and unfolded it. When his eyes fell on the content of the imperial edict, he was stunned on the spot.

Then, as if he was afraid that he had read it wrong, he read it carefully from beginning to end, word by word.

The imperial handwriting canceled the engagement?

After a moment of silence, Feng Yaoguang was overjoyed and almost jumped up and cheered, but he controlled his emotions.

He hadn't figured out what the situation was at the moment, so it seemed a little early for him to be happy.

What if it wasn't His Highness's original intention?

If it was Sheng Jing'an who wanted to cancel the engagement, and the emperor was forced to agree for the sake of the late Duke of Zhenguo, His Highness must be sad and angry at this time, so he punished Sheng Jing'an to kneel just now?

Feng Yaoguang slowly closed the imperial edict and returned it to Yan Donghuang, looking at her expression at this time: "Why did the emperor order the cancellation of the engagement?"

"Because I want to cancel it."

Feng Yaoguang was stunned again, and then carefully restrained his joy: "Your Highness, do you think Sheng Jingan is not a good match?"

"I will soon inherit the Yong Dynasty, rule the world, and hold great power. It doesn't matter whether he is a good match or not." Yan Donghuang said indifferently, "But he is indeed not a good match."

Feng Yaoguang nodded and said, and a glimmer of hope rose in his heart.

Your Highness is right.

She is about to inherit the Yong Dynasty, and the mountains and rivers are all under her feet. She has a lot of things to do. Where is the time to care about the petty things of love?

But it's also good. She governs the country and they protect the territory for her.

This kind of prince is the prince who shines in his heart. He should be recorded in history books and become a generation of empresses praised by future generations.

Feelings would only slow her down and become a burden to her.

The two of them did not speak again, and they were silent all the way.

On the imperial road from the palace to the Princess's Mansion, the Qingluan Army had a guard every ten steps and a sentry every five steps, standing in an orderly manner on both sides, as silent as pine and bamboo.

Back at the Princess's Mansion, Feng Yaoguang went to discuss the defense arrangements of the Princess's Mansion with Mo Lin, while Yan Donghuang returned to the Qingluan Palace and walked to the window and sat down.

She was reborn too suddenly. When she was in the palace, she had to deal with everyone because of the matter of establishing a crown prince, so she didn't have time to think too much. Now leaning on the brocade couch in the bedroom, she had time to calmly think about many doubts that she had not been able to figure out in her previous life.

The first problem is to find out the owner of the Seven Days Heartbroken Powder and the Silk-wrapped Poison.

These two poisons have not been heard of in the palace for the time being.

The harem used saffron, musk, contraceptive soup, or cinnabar to harm people, and the emperor's death of guilty concubines mostly used poison.

Seven Days Heartbreak Powder and Twisting Silk are not things in the palace.

In addition, the Imperial Hospital needs to be thoroughly investigated to prevent the emperor from being plotted against.

Yan Donghuang supported his head and thought quietly.

Doctor Wen and Doctor Jiang should be reliable. Their families are all in the capital. They have no reason to do this if they plot to murder the emperor and execute their entire family.

Doctor Feng needs to be investigated.

In order to ensure that everything is foolproof, Yan Donghuang also needs to ask someone who is good at identifying poisons to stay by her side.

She doesn't want to be plotted against like in her previous life.

Yan Donghuang's eyebrows moved slightly, and he turned around and told Changlan: "Tell Xie Yunjian to come to the Princess's Mansion."

"Yes." Changlan took the order and left.