Become A Villain And Swing Your Sword At The Scumbag!

Shen Shenyan did not ask Lu Chengting how to set up a trap for Lu Zhengyan.

After Lu Chengting left early the next morning, he set out to visit Lanyin Temple first.

When I returned to the Office of Ceremony in the evening, I met Princess Changle again who came to deliver plum blossom wine.

"I've met the princess." Shen Shenyan greeted him.

Changle glanced at Shen Shen Yan, who was dressed in plain clothes. It was different from the official uniforms she had worn when running errands in the past, and also different from the brocade clothes she had seen before.

He asked curiously: "What did the Governor do today?"

Shen Shenyan lowered his eyes and stuffed the fortune-tick in his hand into his sleeve: "I did some personal things."

Changle glanced at the red wooden sign flashing in Shen Shenyan's hand, and said oh without asking any further questions.

Today, she did not insist on sitting in the ceremonial office like she did yesterday. She only gave her tea and then turned around and left.

"Go and find out where Governor Shen went to conduct private business today." Chang Le said to the maid beside him.

At the same time, Lu Zhengyan, who was talking to the counselor in the study, received a secret letter.

He opened the secret message and looked at it. There was only one sentence on it:

[Tomorrow at 6 o'clock, we will talk about it in Lanyin Temple. 】

There is no signature, only a camellia seal.

It is a special mark used by Lu Zhengyan to communicate with the people he has placed in Dongling. Very few people know about it, and they are all Lu Zhengyan's confidants.

And if it is not urgent, these people will not take the risk to contact him easily.

[Are there any mistakes in the seal you copied? ] Lu Chengting squatted on the roof of Lu Zhengyan's study and asked 037.

037 corrected him: [You copied it, not me. I am only responsible for providing original images, audio and other related materials. 】

Lu Chengting: [I'm afraid your relevant information is unreliable. 】

Tool Man 037 sneered: [Dogs look down on humans. If you can’t restore it one to one, I will take off my head and let you kick it as a ball. 】

Lu Chengting did not hesitate to praise: [037 Your Majesty is mighty. 】

In the original world line, Lu Zhengyan used the death of the crown prince of Dongling to frame Lu Chengting, and then sowed discord and started a war between Dongling and Dayong.

Lu Zhengyan encouraged the courtiers of his party to provoke the original person. In order to prove that he had nothing to do with the collusion with Dongling, the original person invited himself to the battlefield despite the queen's objection.

In the end, due to bad luck, he died on the battlefield and gained Lu Zhengyan's advantage in vain.

For his own selfish interests, regardless of the life and death of the people, he started a war just to win the heir.

Lu Zhengyan is not worthy of being a human being.

Lu Chengting planned to take Lu Zhengyan's life before he started a fight.

037 looked at Lu Chengting with admiration: [It’s really surprising that you have such an overall view. 】

Lu Cheng listened to the truth and told the truth: "If you don't pick up the merits dropped from the sky, it will be in vain." 】

Early the next morning, two carriages in the palace, one behind the other, set off to Lanyin Temple at the same time.

"Princess, you just went to the temple to offer incense and ask for fortune-telling. Why bother getting up so early?"

On the carriage, Princess Changle's maid asked as she yawned.

Changle poked her head: "Now you are becoming more and more noble. Who's girl is as lazy as you?"

"The Queen has invited Qin Tian Jian Zheng to come over and calculate the horoscopes for me and the prince to determine the date of Naji. I have to rush back to Fengqi Palace before Jian Zheng comes."

The maid said, "Then why do you have to go and ask for the signature today?"

It was because Shen Shenyan had just been there.

Today she was going to decide Najib's date with Lu Cheng.

Changle wanted to ask if there was any way to resolve this bad relationship and pursue what he loved.

But who would have known that when she handed over her and Lu Chengting's horoscopes to the abbot of Lanyin Temple.

The abbot shook his head and said only eight words: "Come here with destiny, leave without destiny."

Changle frowned, lit up the incense, offered incense, and asked: "May I ask the abbot, if there are no eight characters, can you count them?"

The abbot glanced at the golden incense money in the bag presented by Chang Le, and handed the pen and ink to Chang Le: "The donor can write one word."

Changle took up his pen and wrote the word "皠" on the rice paper.

The abbot stared at the word, glanced at it, and immediately clasped his hands together: "Amitabha, the donor's wish must not be forced."

Changle's heart sank: "What if I have to force it?"

The abbot looked at Changle: "I might cause death."

Changle looked ugly, said goodbye to the abbot, and walked to the wing of the backyard of Lanyin Temple.

The maid didn't understand: "Princess, what does this monk mean?"

Chang Le was distraught: "His Royal Highness and I are not destined to get married."

The maid was stunned for a moment: "Isn't this a good thing?"

Changle glanced at her, not in the mood to explain so much to her, so he just lowered his head and walked towards the backyard.

Her mind was not on the road, and she followed the young monk who was leading the way or sweeping the road to a remote road.

When she noticed that she had gone astray, the little monk had disappeared.

Chang Le was just about to return the same way when he heard a man's voice coming from a closed room not far away.

"Now that the prince is assassinated, King Dongling has already suspected His Highness. If he is caught in the fire, things will be in trouble."

Chang Le's heart trembled, and the look on his face immediately turned cold and stern.

Her steps were very light and unnoticeable. She obviously had the time to lean over and walk to the window of the wing to listen.

"So what if it's just suspicion. King Dongling has no evidence. I promised him that I would give him thirteen cities after the war. I don't believe he won't take the bait."

Changle took out a dagger from his waist, gently made a small opening in the window paper, and looked inside.

Two people sat facing each other in the room.

One person was dressed in black and had a mask on his face, and the other person who had just spoken was clearly the fifth prince of the dynasty, Lu Zhengyan.

The man in black pondered for a moment and said, "Your Highness, do you really want to cede the land?"

Lu Zhengyan took a sip of tea and sneered: "At that time, it will still be up to him whether King Dongling dares to accept him or not."