After rebirth, my mother came to power based on her son.

Mu Qingge's eyes darkened slightly, and she tilted her head as if in confusion: "Do I like Prince Ning?"

"So what if you like it? So what if you don't like it?"

Li Zhongzhong looked at Mu Qingge, as if he wanted to see some clues from Mu Qingge's evasive attitude: "My Third Prince's marriage has troubled my Grandfather for a long time. Third Prince's heart is full of Miss Mu, Miss Mu."

If you also like my Third Emperor's Uncle, you can directly ask my Third Emperor's Uncle to propose to you in front of Grandpa Huang, and Grandpa Huang will definitely be happy to grant you a marriage."

"If you don't like it..." Li Zhong smiled and said, "Then I want to know why Miss Mu doesn't like my Third Prince."

"Is it because of my uncle's strange disease? Or is it because of the scar on my uncle's face?"

"If it's because of these two reasons, then I want to ask Miss Mu, what does Miss Mu think of me?"

A petal fell from Mu Qingge's eyes and almost landed on Mu Qingge's eyelashes. Mu Qingge's eyelashes trembled slightly before the petal fell along the eyelashes.

"What do you mean, Master Shizi?"

The corners of Li Zhong's mouth were slightly raised, and there was a bit of frivolity in those peach blossom eyes.

"I heard that Miss Mu and Uncle Third Prince have not known each other for a long time. This time must not be enough for Miss Mu to understand Uncle Third Prince's heart."

"Whether Miss Mu likes Uncle San Wang or not, the reason is probably because of Uncle San Wang's external conditions."

"I think, in comparison, my conditions should be much better than those of my uncle, the Third King, right?"

"I have no old diseases, and there are no terrible scars on my face." He smiled seriously, but his expression seemed to become more serious little by little: "Although my status is slightly worse than that of my uncle, the Third King, I have already

Now that he is the heir, he will always inherit my father's position from now on. Calculating it this way, in fact, in terms of status, it doesn't seem to be too different, right?"

Mu Qingge's expression became more complicated.

What does Li Zhong mean by saying these words to her?

Is it a test?

Apart from testing, she really couldn't think of any other possibility.

"Why is there not much difference? Although the prince has no old illness, there are rumors that the prince suppresses his wife. Although I don't know whether it is true or not, I cherish my life and dare not try it easily."

"Even if the Crown Prince inherits the title of Prince Ding, he is only inheriting the throne. It is still different from the throne of Prince Ning. Prince Ning is His Majesty's legitimate son. The Crown Prince wants to be like Prince Ning, unless Prince Ding..."

Mu Qingge smiled and did not finish the obviously treasonous words that followed.

"I also heard that the Crown Prince has countless beauties inside and outside his palace, but Prince Ning doesn't have any concubines to share the same room with."

Li Zhong's face darkened little by little: "But my Third Prince's illness is very frightening when it first occurs."

"Really? I have seen Prince Ning fall ill twice before. I feel that Prince Ning's illness is not as scary as the rumors say."

As soon as Mu Qingge finished speaking, she suddenly heard what sounded like a scream coming from a distance.

More than one sound.

Mu Qingge's attention was drawn away, and she just frowned and listened attentively: "The sound seems to be coming from the pavilion. Did something happen there?"

Behind her, Qingxue's expression also changed: "Miss, I seem to have heard someone shouting, saying there was a murder!"

Killed someone?

It was in broad daylight and the palace of Prince Ding was heavily guarded. There should be no assassin so blind as to choose such a day to carry out the assassination.

If he's not an assassin, he's...

King Ning?

Mu Qingge's expression suddenly changed, and she quickly walked towards the pavilion: "Quick, let's go see what happened."

Mu Qingge turned her head and glanced quickly at Li Zhong. Li Zhong's face had a calm look on his face, without any strange expression, as if he had already expected it.

Mu Qingge frowned, could it be him?

So his meeting with her was not a coincidence, but something he did on purpose?

To hold her back and prevent her from going back?

But if Li Zhong is that man who wants to prevent her from intervening in Prince Ning's affairs, why not tell her directly?

Mu Qingge thought to herself, but her steps were getting faster and faster.

A lot of people had gathered around the lake. Qingxue and Weiyu quickly stepped forward to separate the crowd: "What happened? Please give way!"

"He killed someone! Prince Ning killed someone."

Mu Qingge's eyes widened and she felt a little panicked.

Sure enough, it was King Ning who killed someone?

Someone is dead? Who was killed?

Prince Ning had told her before that someone might take the opportunity to make him crazy, but he had already expected it and had already made plans to preemptively pretend to be crazy and get through.

Did someone take action before Prince Ning could pretend to be crazy?

Is Prince Ning really sick?

After all, if it wasn't true, he probably wouldn't kill anyone.

Although Prince Ning is a prince, if someone is killed at Princess Ding's birthday banquet, things may not end well.

Mu Qingge struggled to separate from the crowd and push forward.

"Look." Li Zhong stood behind Mu Qingge and said, "His disease, if it really attacks, is really scary. He can't control himself at all, and he can't control himself and hurts and kills people."

Mu Qingge bit her lip: "We still don't know what happened, so please don't jump to conclusions easily, right?"

But even though he said this, Mu Qingge already believed it in her heart.

After all, Mu Qingge had seen what that man was capable of, and it was difficult for him to fail in what he wanted to do.

Mu Qingge really thought about it, and Li Zhong had already separated the crowd with a few words.

Mu Qingge walked in quickly and saw what was happening there.

Li Xiao was on the middle stage, holding a dancer's neck in his hands. The dancer had stopped moving, her neck was tilted to the side, motionless.

"Xiao'er, put her down quickly and come down!"

Princess Ding was supported by two maids, her face full of anxiety: "She is already dead."

"I'm your sister-in-law, can you put her down? Don't worry, I'm here and no one can hurt you."

Li Xiao seemed to be stunned, he just lifted the dancer up: "She deserves to die!"

"She did this dance on purpose."

"When she is in a good mood, she always dances this dance. Because she said that this dance is what he likes the most."

"But I don't like it at all! I don't like this dance at all! She's crazy, and the man won't come to see her at all."

"I hate this dance, I hate it so much."

Li Xiao shouted loudly and turned the dancer around several times.

Mu Qingge frowned slightly and quickly ran towards the pavilion at the front.

"She's dead."

"She won't be able to dance this dance if she's dead."

Li Xiao said, lifting the dancer as if he was about to throw it into the lake.

"Prince Ning! Li Xiao!" Mu Qingge shouted hurriedly.