"Who is this person Princess Chaoyang is talking about?"
"A senior official whose wife has passed away...could it be Lord Shen? Didn't his wife pass away not long ago?"
"No, there are still scams. Mr. Shen is much richer than his wife."
"Who else could it be..."
The court officials left the Golden Palace amidst discussions.
The emperor and several important ministers moved to the imperial study.
"Emperor Daddy..." Rong Chaoxi trotted towards the emperor as soon as he entered the door.
"Hey..." The emperor immediately came out from behind the desk and took the person into his arms.
Rong Baichuan, who was standing aside, felt very jealous.
Every time Chaoxi saw him and the emperor together, the first person he ran towards was the emperor.
"Hmph!" Rong Baichuan looked at the scene of a loving father and a filial daughter, snorted softly, pouted and turned his head away.
Then a little girl came in carefully, holding the door, and looked up timidly at everyone in the room.
"Yue'e?" Rong Baichuan was slightly surprised.
How did she get out when the Annan Marquis's Mansion was surrounded and enter the palace with Chaoxi?
Could it be that the person Chaoxi mentioned was brought here to steal money from his wife by murdering her...
"Whose girl is this?" asked the emperor.
"She's my cousin." Rong Chaoxi just introduced her without saying anything else. He turned to look at Rong Yue'e.
Everyone looked over.
Rong Yue'e tugged at the hem of her clothes. Her small body couldn't bear so many gazes and she trembled slightly.
"Yue'e, is there something wrong that brought you here with Chaoxi?" Rong Baichuan squatted down and asked gently.
The child Rong Yue'e has no sense of existence at home. She stays in her yard all year round and never goes out, always staring at one spot in a daze.
I don’t know why there is always such an inextricable sadness in the eyes of a four-year-old child.
"Uncle..." Rong Yue'e timidly glanced at Rong Chaoxi carefully, then said in a weak voice: "I... I heard something at home..."
Rong Yue'e was reborn with the intention of growing up safely and then seeking revenge on her enemies from her previous life.
But the Annan Marquisate is now in decline, even threatening her life.
She was able to avoid the eyes and ears of Du Niang because the person in her previous life paved the way for her, and was reincarnated without erasing her memory.
If she fails to get revenge and goes down again, how can she face that person's repeated sacrifices?
Even if she is called ungrateful in the future, she will live on until she gets her revenge.
Rong Yue'e gently pushed Rong Baichuan's hand away, bent her legs and knelt down.
"Your Majesty, I want to sue my grandfather. He...he killed my late grandmother for her dowry. My grandmother also wanted to kill my great uncle."
When these words were spoken, everyone was shocked.
Rong Baichuan's hand, which had not yet been retracted, stopped in mid-air.
She is only fourteen years old, how does she know this?
The emperor glanced at Rong Baichuan and asked, "How did you know this? Do you have any evidence? Please tell me in detail."
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"Let me out, let me out..."
"We are just servants. The master's affairs have nothing to do with us..."
"Please, sir, please let me go. I have a mother to take care of at home. Please let us out..."
In front of the Annan Marquis's mansion, maids and servants were kneeling on the ground.
The people outside also gathered around.
"What happened? Are they going to raid the house? Has Jiang Shaoqing, the expert in raiding houses, caught someone corrupt again?"
"This time it's not Mr. Jiang. These are the imperial guards in the imperial city. I'm afraid it's not a crime of corruption."
"I heard that Prince Rong was convicted of deceiving the emperor and was brought into the palace not long ago..."
"Deceiving the emperor? That's a grave crime that will lead to the confiscation of property and extermination of the entire clan!"
"...Brother Shihan..." In the crowd, Meng Fanfei looked up at the sky above the Marquis' Mansion, then turned around and squeezed to the edge of the mansion's wall.
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"Han'er, hurry up and climb out of here." After Sheng Pei stacked the boxes and climbed up, Hu also urged Rong Shihan to climb up.
"No!" Sheng Pei suddenly shrank back, hiding behind the wall with a look of terror on his face. "There are soldiers patrolling outside. We can't get out."
"What should we do? Are we really going to be killed by that loser Rong Qiwang?" Hu stamped her feet in anger, turning around and around like a headless fly.
"Rong Qi Wang has been in the palace for an hour. The order to confiscate his property should be on the way. If he doesn't leave this unlucky place, it will be really over!" Tears almost burst out of his eyes.
"Oh God, I am a vegetarian and I pray to the Buddha, why do you treat me like this..."
"Go find Taoist Cheng..." Rong Shihan, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke and turned away.
Sheng Pei and Hu looked at each other and then followed.
When we arrived at Qingfeng Courtyard, there was no sign of Taoist Cheng. He had left when the Annan Marquis Mansion was under siege.
"Damn it!" Rong Shihan punched the tree hard, and the withered yellow leaves fell down with a rustling sound.
It was the end of spring and the summer solstice, but the flowers, plants and trees in Qingfeng Courtyard looked withered, as if their vitality had been sucked out of them.
Rong Shihan's heart moved slightly.
Before they could think of another solution, at the gate, Eunuch Fuling had already brought the Imperial Guards to arrest everyone in the mansion.
The crying and wailing continued, and it was so noisy that people couldn't hear what was being said.
Fuling personally led people to the study in Yihuayuan.
I heard from the young lady of the Rong family that there is a raised secret compartment at the bottom of the right-hand bookshelf in the study of Yihuayuan.
Fuling fumbled around for a while and indeed found a bulge. He pressed down lightly, and the bookshelf in front of him slid open instantly.
There is a small secret compartment behind the bookshelf, with a memorial tablet inside and some incense and candles on the table. It is obvious that it has been used for offerings recently.
The tablet clearly read "The spirit tablet of the late mother Gu Yan".
There was a piece of yellow paper under the tablet, with words densely written on it.
Fuling picked it up and took a look, his eyes suddenly widened.
After ordering everyone in Annan Marquis's Mansion to be taken back to the prison, Fuling hurried back to the palace.
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In the imperial study, the emperor read the contents of the yellow paper and handed it to Rong Baichuan.
Rong Baichuan watched and tears filled his eyes.
It turned out to be Rong Yao's confession, which stated everything he had done to his mother.
From the very beginning, he went to Bingdong City with a purpose, encountered many things by chance, and created accidents, which made Gu Yan fall in love with him.
After they got married, feeding her chronic poison was not enough. After she became pregnant, they added a dose of a counteracting substance and asked her to take it every day.
The purpose is to get rid of the baby in her belly as well.
Gu Yan was lucky and lived until Rong Baichuan was one year old. They couldn't wait any longer and took advantage of Gu Yan's serious illness in bed to brazenly make trouble in front of her, making her almost die of anger.
A few days later, Gu Yanxiang passed away.
This was not enough. When Rong Baichuan was thirteen years old, he accidentally ate incompatible food and nearly died. All the accidents that happened to him since childhood were the work of the old lady.
Rong Yao knew everything about the persecution during the Ghost Festival and what the old lady did to Rong Baichuan over the past thirty years.
He acquiesced for more than thirty years.
He obviously already knew it, but when it was revealed again, he couldn't help but shed tears.
"Daddy, don't cry. After he goes down, grandma will take revenge herself..." Rong Chaoxi hugged Rong Baichuan's legs, raised his little face and looked at him, with tears in his eyes.
Rong Baichuan picked up the little one, buried his head in her shoulder, and sobbed continuously in his throat, "Well, Daddy, don't cry..."
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