Rebirth of the Poisonous Girl

The three of them sat facing each other and drank tea quietly, with no one speaking. The warm sun was shining, the breeze was blowing, and the atmosphere was dull and quiet.

After finishing a cup of tea, Qing Yun put down the tea cup, looked at each other knowingly with Mo Xuan, then stood up and left. After taking two steps, Gong Yingjie's slightly urgent voice came from behind: "Ninth Princess, please stay!" There was an unfathomable gleam in everyone's eyes.

Turning around, Qingyun looked at Gong Yingjie who was about to speak, and said calmly: "I wonder why Mr. Gong called me to stop him?"

After hesitating for a long time, Gong Yingjie bit his lip and said, "I know that our father and son deserve death, but I just want to ask the Ninth Princess, where is my father now?"

Since ancient times, those who seek to usurp the throne will die a good death, but the father is different. Not to mention that the father is a royal heir, just because the father is a hereditary and irreplaceable prince, and he holds a gold medal for immunity from death given by the late emperor, it is even more important for today's society. The emperor had a life-saving grace, and the ninth princess did not dare to execute her father without authorization. She could only escort her father to the capital, where he would be imprisoned somewhere until his death after being interrogated by the three departments.

"Your father is dead." Qingyun's tone was so calm that no emotion could be heard.

Gong Yingjie couldn't help but hesitated: "What did you say?"

"I say that Gong Yuanhao is dead. He died at the hands of Qu Yinghui, Mrs. Gong!"

"No! This is impossible!"

Gong Yingjie suddenly stood up. Due to his too large and violent movements, his wide sleeves accidentally swept the tea cup on the table. The tea cup fell to the ground with a bang and broke into several pieces in an instant. The faint fragrance of tea floated in the air with the wind. While flowing, Gong Yingjie acted as if he hadn't heard anything. He looked at Qingyun with a pale face, shook his head and denied: "My father is your biological son, how could grandma kill my father? You lied to me, my father is still alive." , I was just imprisoned by you, right?"

Looking at Gong Yingjie quietly, Qingyun slightly pursed her lips without commenting.

Seeing the pity in Qing Yun's calm eyes, Gong Yingjie's long-pressed emotions suddenly burst out: "You killed my father and then put the blame on my grandma, right?"

"Mrs. Gong planned for many years just to ascend the throne and become the empress. However, Gong Yuanhao became seriously ill and was no longer useful. Mrs. Gong ordered the people of Juechen Palace to design a siege and kill Gong Yuanhao in an attempt to seize the military power from Gong Yuanhao." Qingyun's tone was always calm and indifferent: "When I rushed to the palace, Gong Yuanhao had been seriously injured, causing lung disease and being unable to recover. This is a fact. Whether you believe it or not, I don't care at all."

"how so?"

Gong Yingjie stood there with dull eyes, his whole body as stiff as a statue, he kept repeating this question in his mouth, and muddy tears flowed out of the corners of his eyes. However, Qingyun's next words completely destroyed the hope in his heart, and he was slumped. He fell to the ground, feeling a bone-gnawing chill and despair lingering in his body and mind.

"It is true that Mrs. Gong was once the late emperor's concubine, but Gong Yuanhao is the son of her having an affair with Lei Zisang, the former right protector of Juechen Palace!"

Looking down at Gong Yingjie, whose face was earthy and dumbfounded, Qingyun sighed softly.

As the old saying goes, poor people must be hateful. The father and son of the Gong family have been living together for decades, and in the end they just live in a lie and a joke. How sad and lamentable?

After an unknown amount of time, Gong Yingjie finally regained some consciousness, stood up slowly, patted the dust on his clothes, and stared at Qingyun for a moment, with a cold smile suddenly appearing on his pale face.

"The Ninth Princess is indeed very cunning. She thinks that by making up random things, she can cover up the facts and achieve the goal of defeating our father and son. In order to avoid underestimating our father and son, the Ninth Princess should not forget that my father has a handwriting written by the late Emperor himself. My father is the only bloodline of the late emperor, and the current emperor is just a person of unknown origin who has stolen the throne that should belong to my father!"

Qingyun glanced at Mo Xuan, who then took out a bright yellow scroll and handed it to Gong Yingjie. Looking at Gong Yingjie who looked suspicious and alert, Qingyun said lightly: "This is the legacy I got from Mrs. Gong. You must have read this edict countless times, and you are naturally familiar with the late emperor’s handwriting. Please take a closer look at this edict.”

After staring at Qingyun for a long time, Gong Yingjie opened the scroll in his hand full of doubts.

When Gong Yingjie saw clearly the contents of the will, his pupils suddenly narrowed. He couldn't believe it and he read the will word for word again and again until he confirmed that it was the late emperor's handwriting. His pale face suddenly lost all color. He threw away the will in his hand as if it was a hot potato. The three souls and seven souls had already dispersed in shock, and he repeatedly murmured: "This is not true, this is not true..."

Mo Xuan waved his right hand, and the will on the ground quickly returned to his hand. He patted the dust off and put it back in his arms.

Qingyun looked at Gong Yingjie, who seemed to have lost all hope, and her deep eyes gradually turned cold: "Mrs. Gong has already confessed the contents of the will in front of Gong Yuanhao. It's a pity that you and your son have been together for so many years." He tried so hard to seize the country, but in the end he was just a pawn in the hands of Mrs. Gong, a poor person living a lie."

"Chess pieces, lies, hahahaha..."

Gong Yingjie looked up to the sky and laughed, but the sadness and self-mockery in his laughter made Qingyun frown slightly, while Mo Xuan's face was quiet and cold.

For a long time, Gong Yingjie suddenly stopped laughing and looked at Qingyun, his tear-filled eyes flashed with a strange dark light, making it difficult to see what was inside: "Although our father and son were defeated, they were not defeated by the Ninth Princess. hand, and this matter is not over yet.”

"Gong Yuanhao is dead, and your forces in the north and Jiuyuan County have also been uprooted by me. All the court officials related to you have confessed and been punished. Now you are trapped here again. I want to see if you are still alive." What kind of tricks can you pull out?" Qingyun looked at Gong Yingjie with clear eyes. She really didn't know whether to call him cold-blooded or to admire his ability to withstand the situation and recover his mind so quickly.

"As the world is said to be unpredictable, the Ninth Princess can wait and see." Gong Yingjie's deep eyes were full of undercurrents: "The Ninth Princess may not know that the person living in the south courtyard of Amugulang's mansion was me, right? And Amugulang and Amugulang I also took away the evidence of collusion between certain people in our country."

As soon as he finished speaking, a blue shadow flashed across his face. In the blink of an eye, Mo Xuan was in front of Gong Yingjie, grabbing his neck mercilessly with his right hand. His charming eyes contained a cold light as cold as snow, and he stared at his distorted face. He stopped struggling: "Tell me, where is the thing?"

Out of breath, Gong Yingjie raised his hand and tried to pry Mo Xuan's hand away but in vain. After a while, he began to roll his eyes.

Seeing that Gong Yingjie was about to die, Mo Xuan let go.