Reborn as the Poisonous Queen of the General's Family

The eldest daughter of a prominent general's family, known for her gentle and virtuous nature, was deeply in love with the Prince of Ding. She voluntarily married him. After six years of supportin...

Chapter 810 Identity (5)

Chapter 810 Identity (5)

This king has always been wary of him, suppressing him, and controlling him, but Shen Xin doesn't think there's anything wrong, even if the king uses him.

But why hurt your own children?

Do all monarchs treat loyal ministers this way, or is it just this one? Shen Xin thought that if Emperor Wenhui had shown some resistance in front of Prince Rui, or fought for Shen Miao, he would not be as dissatisfied with Emperor Wenhui as he is now. It was precisely because Emperor Wenhui answered so straightforwardly, as if for the sake of the world and the country, Shen Miao's nothing mattered, that Shen Xin felt a knot in his heart.

If Mingqi was more powerful, wouldn't it have to bow down to Daliang? Wouldn't a wise king be enough to make the monarch lose his mind?

Shen Xin suddenly felt a little disgusted with Emperor Wenhui's incompetence.

However, he did not realize that in this transaction, the resentment he felt towards Emperor Wenhui was far greater than that towards King Rui of Daliang.

He naturally didn't know that his change of mind had been predicted by someone a long time ago.

Luo Xueyan continued to mutter, "Why would Prince Rui suddenly want to marry Jiaojiao? Daliang doesn't lack this little bit of military power. Even if he wanted to sow discord, he wouldn't go to such lengths."

Shen Xin said: "I will go and ask around tomorrow, go to sleep first."

But tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

Emperor Wenhui announced the decree in front of the entire court during his court session, so there was no reason to conceal it. However, within a single day, almost everyone in Dingjing knew about it. From officials to ordinary people, everyone was talking about it.

The princess's mansion was filled with solemnity.

Princess Rongxin sat on the main seat and sneered constantly.

How could she not realize that her nephew had such ability!

Xie Jingxing had clearly taken a different view of Shen Miao two years ago, and then he transformed himself into the King of Rui. Princess Rongxin thought that with the status of the King of Rui, no matter how much Xie Jingxing favored Shen Miao, it would be impossible for him to be with Shen Miao in this life. Unexpectedly, Xie Jingxing had this ability and got what he wanted!

In the afternoon, after hearing the news, Princess Rongxin went to the palace to meet Emperor Wenhui. She knew that Emperor Wenhui would not grant Shen Miao a marriage without a reason, so she insisted on knowing the reason. Emperor Wenhui respected her as his sister and told Princess Rongxin the whole story.

Princess Rongxin couldn't tell what she felt in her heart, but she just felt a chill down her spine.

That handsome boy, the one who always smiled and called her "Auntie Rong," was a far cry from what she remembered. Xie Jingxing now exuded an unfamiliar aura. He could lie dormant for years to get what he wanted, and he would always succeed in the end. His domineering demeanor, ruthless tactics, and relentless threats... He seemed more like someone in a higher position.

Princess Rongxin felt a little scared.

She didn't know whether she should tell Emperor Wenhui about Xie Jingxing's identity.

Even if he told them, nothing would happen. Since Xie Jingxing dared to come, he must have made all the necessary preparations.

But if he told them, at least the people of Mingqi would know Xie Jingxing's true face, instead of constantly talking about him as a "young talent who died young."

Princess Rongxin thought for a moment, and memories of her childhood surfaced again. She never went out, rarely interacted with others, and even her maids wouldn't allow her into the house at night. It was the anniversary of her husband's death, and she caught a cold. The next day, she lay in bed, unable to get up, shivering from the cold. Five-year-old Xie Jingxing brought hot porridge from the small kitchen, feeding her spoonful by spoonful. He even sat on a small stool beside her bed and read poetry to her.