Demoting the Wife to a Concubine? The Reborn Legitimate Daughter Crippled his Entire Family.

The eldest princess of Pingyao was too lazy to answer this stupid question and asked directly: "When you faked your death back then, was it because you were greedy for life and feared death and escaped from the battlefield, or was there some conspiracy?"

"Pingyao, do you still have me in your heart?" Ling Fengyang seemed not to have heard her words. He looked at her pleadingly, his voice full of pain and bitterness, "Why don't you get married to that bastard of the Qin family? You won't Knowing how I have lived these past three years, I...I think you are going crazy thinking about it..."

The eldest princess of Pingyao joked: "When you fought for Nan Zhao in the Western Zhou Dynasty and lost 80,000 troops, did you think that I was distracted, so someone took advantage of you?"

Ling Fengyang's eyes changed: "Nan Zhao's envoy has arrived?"

"answer my question."

Ling Fengyang lowered his head and couldn't see clearly the color in his eyes: "Do you think that with my combat capabilities, I will really lose 80,000 troops?"

"Don't tell you, you did it on purpose." Princess Pingyao smiled coldly, as if she had anticipated his excuse, "Ling Fengyang, you are scheming and a habitual liar. Do you think I will still believe you? What happened back then? What's going on? You'd better tell me truthfully, otherwise don't blame me for not remembering the old relationship."

Ling Fengyang raised his eyes and looked at her stubbornly: "I don't believe what you will do to me. You can't be so cruel."

Princess Pingyao stood up, kicked off the chair, swung the whip in her hand, and hit him in the face with the whip.

Ling Fengyang's eyes narrowed and he quickly turned his head to avoid it. However, the sharp tail of the whip still scratched his face, leaving a deep blood mark.

Blood beads seeped out one by one, the sharp pain was clear and engraved in the bones, and the smell of blood spread in the wings of the nose.

Before Ling Fengyang could react, another whip was thrown at his face.

The eldest princess of Pingyao had no intention of showing mercy at all, and used practical actions to let him know whether she had any lingering feelings for him and whether she could be so cruel.

"Pingyao!" Ling Fengyang dodged, shaking the shackles in his hands and making a harsh sound, "Even if you beat me to death, you are the only one in my heart! In the past three years, I have missed you so much that I have dreamed about you in the middle of the night. We are married and have children... Pingyao..."

The eldest princess of Pingyao stopped her movements and looked down at his miserable situation: "Ling Fengyang, did you single-handedly lead the Sheng family when the entire army was wiped out?"

Ling Fengyang was huddled against the wall, his messy hair hanging in front of his forehead, covering his eyes and expression changes. However, when Princess Pingyao asked this question, his body trembled uncontrollably.

Princess Pingyao once fought side by side with him on the battlefield, and she knew him far better than anyone else. What else did she not understand at this time?

He just looked around, but it was clear that he did not dare to answer her question directly.

The judgment in her heart was verified. The eldest princess of Pingyao kicked him hard and hit him with the whip in her hand: "I don't want to know how much you miss me in your midnight dream. I just want to know that you have been thinking about me for the past three years." How many times have you had nightmares, have ghosts come to you at night and ask for your life? Ling Fengyang, I will definitely make you die badly!"

Ling Fengyang was slapped by her and kept dodging: "Pingyao, Pingyao, listen to me! Listen to me!"

Pingyao stopped and looked at him coldly: "Say."

"Pingyao." Ling Fengyang subconsciously reached out and grabbed her arm, "I..."

The eldest princess of Pingyao took a step back in disgust, her voice became lax, but she still refused to be heard from thousands of miles away: "Don't touch me with your dirty hands."

Ling Fengyang's outstretched hand froze, and then he took it back sadly. His head and face were covered with bloodstains, which was shocking to see: "I went to Nan Zhao on the orders of the late emperor. I did not commit treason, nor did I plot against the Sheng family..."

"Why did the late emperor ask you to go to Nanzhao?"

"The late emperor knew that his time was short, and he was worried that the emperor would not be able to support the country at a young age and would be emptied of his power, so he asked me to go to Nanzhao to make others think that I was dead. The purpose was to recharge his energy in Nanzhao. , hoping to become the emperor’s help in the future.”

Hearing this, the eldest princess of Pingyao raised a sarcastic smile: "For a waste like you, it would be great if you don't become a burden to the emperor, but you still need to recharge your batteries and become a help to the emperor?"

The corners of Ling Fengyang's mouth pursed, and a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face.

"You are traveling alone to another country. It is impossible for Emperor Nan Zhao to trust you. You still want to be the emperor's help? How easy is it?" Princess Pingyao guessed, "So did the late emperor also have an agreement with Emperor Nan Zhao?"

Ling Fengyang's lips were peeled and cracked. In addition to being pale, there were messy blood marks on his face. He looked completely different from his former self.

Even his voice became hoarse and unpleasant: "Yes."

Princess Pingyao thought of the scene at today's palace banquet, and of Marquis Zhongyong, and said calmly: "Let me ask you again, Marquis Zhongyong of Nanzhao has a wife, do you know?"

Ling Fengyang was startled, then pursed her lips: "Is that eldest princess really so famous?"

The regent was on the battlefield, so he just knew the eldest princess. Why did Pingyao care so much about her?

"Want to be whipped again?" Princess Pingyao said coldly, "Just answer my questions."

"Pingyao, you know that I have never concealed anything from you, and I will answer all your questions." Ling Fengyang smiled bitterly, "The eldest princess is dead."

"Dead?" Pingyao said calmly, "How did you die?"

"After she married Zhongyong Hou Han Xun, she never appeared in front of others, so many people don't know the inside story." Ling Fengyang leaned against the wall, "Actually, I know."

Princess Pingyao narrowed her eyes: "Oh?"

"On their wedding night, Marquis Zhongyong poisoned the eldest princess's wine. Nan Zhao didn't have the poison, so I brought it there." Ling Fengyang sighed, "This is the first gift I gave to Emperor Nan Zhao. As a meeting gift, help him get rid of Princess Zhaohua."

Princess Pingyao narrowed her eyes: "Is this one of your methods to gain the trust of Emperor Nan Zhao?"

"yes."

"It's really a nest of cockroaches, snakes and rats." Princess Pingyao looked extremely cold, "You are all scoundrels."

Ling Fengyang disagreed: "If Princess Zhaohua is here, it will not be my turn to take charge of Nan Zhao's military power."

"What happened after you took charge? How many victories did you win?"

Ling Fengyang became angry with embarrassment: "Pingyao, I just went to Nanzhao to recharge my batteries and wait for the right time to come back to help the emperor. It was not to make meritorious service in Nanzhao. What's more, if Nanzhao really becomes stronger, what good will it do to the Yong Kingdom? "

"Don't make excuses for your despicableness!" Princess Pingyao looked down at him, her voice cold and ruthless, "I remember that when you were eighteen, you once said that the most glorious way for a general to die is on the battlefield, Princess Nanzhao She is the God of War, a role model among women. Not to mention that Yong Kingdom and Nan Zhao are not enemies. Even if they are enemies, you should defeat her in an upright manner on the battlefield. Even if she pierces the heart with thousands of arrows, I will still respect you as a man! But you poisoned her with such despicable and shameless behavior, letting her die cowardly on the wedding night, in the inner house, in a corner that no one knows about-"

"She didn't die that night, she just lost her martial arts skills." Ling Fengyang retorted, "She didn't die. Her death was not caused by poisoned wine, but was tortured to death by the person she liked."

"You are wrong." Princess Pingyao's eyes were cold, "She was already dead on the wedding night."