Rebirth of the Poisonous Girl

"Ming Yue has just sent a secret report. The imperial concubine wants to marry Princess Yongle to Han Mingji, the Taifu's only son."

Two days ago, Mingyue went to Prince Chun's Mansion with Qingfeng as a dowry maid.

After hearing this, Qingyun's hand holding the tea cup trembled. In an instant, she placed the tea cup heavily on the table. There was a cold aura on her beautiful face: "What is your concubine doing? Zhi Lan is her biological daughter and has not yet been born." At the age of fifteen, is she really so cold-blooded and ruthless?"

"The old slave heard that Mr. Han was frail and sick from birth. Old Man Tianji once declared that Mr. Han would not live to be twenty-five years old, so the Taifu sent Mr. Han to his hometown to rest. Poor Princess Yongle would be widowed within a few years of her marriage. , how will you spend your days in the future?"

Aunt Shen secretly sighed. Although she hated the concubine, her son, and the prime minister, she still liked the innocent and kind-hearted Princess Yongle from the bottom of her heart.

"Hearing what grandma said, I remembered that I had seen Mr. Han when I was a child. He was a thin, weak, and quiet man."

"Mr. Han also saved the princess's life." Seeing Qingyun looking at him in confusion, Zike reminded: "Princess, I forgot, that time when the princess went to the Moon Lake to enjoy fish, Prince Rui caught a snake to scare you, but you She accidentally fell into the lake, and Mr. Han happened to pass by and rescued the princess. Because she was frightened and choked, the princess was unconscious for three days and three nights. I heard that Mr. Han was also in a coma for several days."

Thinking of that incident, Zike still has lingering fears.

The princess was five years old at the time, and she and Lan Jue were only six or seven years old. The princess fell into the lake and was so frightened that they lost their three souls and seven souls. There were no eunuch guards around, and Aunt Shen was not around. If it weren't for Mr. Han, the emperor would have treated the princess I don't care, I'm afraid it will turn into a river of blood.

Qingyun thought for a moment and nodded: "Well, that's what happened. Sixth Brother said that Mr. Han was here to find him. He rushed over when he heard you calling for help, but he never saw Mr. Han again after that. I didn't It’s time to say thank you.”

"I asked, and it was said that Young Master Han's condition worsened, so the Imperial Tutor sent Young Master Han away." Zike will never forget the grace of saving her life.

Mother Shen spoke sympathetically: "Speaking of which, Mr. Han is also a pitiful person."

"Young Master Han is twenty years old this year, right?" Qingyun looked at the scenery outside the hall: "Ten years have passed by so quickly, I wonder how Mr. Han is doing?"

"I think my health is still not getting better, otherwise how could the master have the heart to let Mr. Han stay alone in his hometown?" Grandma Shen said: "The most disgusting thing is the imperial concubine. She hurt two innocent children for selfish reasons. It is simply unreasonable."

"She did this to force the emperor to marry you as soon as possible."

Mo Xuan, who had been drinking tea quietly, said slowly: "The emperor has already decreed that he will marry you when you are old enough. Who would have thought that so many things have happened one after another. Although you have always been in love with King Chun, the imperial concubine must be worried that things will change if it is too late. , if Princess Yongle gets married, and the other princesses before you are already married, how can the Emperor go back on his word with his golden words?"

Aunt Shen and Zike looked at Qingyun worriedly.

Favorite King Chun? Qingyun sneered in her heart: She hates those people so much now, how can she let them get their wish?

"I'm going to see Zhilan."

In Yongle Palace, Qingyun stopped the maid's announcement, ordered Zike to stay at the door, and walked into the palace.

Zhi Lan sat quietly on the bed with her hands and knees folded, her eyes were red and swollen, her long eyelashes covered with tears were slightly drooping, and thick shadows were like the wings of a black butterfly floating on her pale face. She obviously knew that the imperial concubine was going to marry her to Han Mingji. And cried bitterly about it.

Walking to the bed and sitting down, Qingyun stroked her hair and said distressedly: "Don't be sad, I will stop her."

"Sister Yun----" Zhi Lan suddenly threw herself into Qing Yun's arms, venting her sorrow to her heart's content.