You scumbag husband left me to a beggar? I am reborn to kill madness

The royal relatives and ministers kneeling in the courtyard outside heard the opening and closing of the red doors again amid the chanting of a group of monks.

They looked up at the same time.

They looked at each other when they saw the regent walking down the steps and leaving.

Alas, he left again as expected.

The regent really didn't take the late emperor into his eyes at all.

It's just to guard the Seven Heavenly Spirits, and the regent doesn't want to do it.

Except for the first night when he stayed in the mourning hall until dawn, the regent would leave every night after that.

However, they couldn't do anything about this powerful and vicious general king who was already famous at a young age.

Most of the ministers did not dare to say anything. They lowered their heads and pretended not to see the regent who had left early. But when there were more people, there would always be one or two who were ignorant and short-sighted. They insisted on showing their integrity. straight.

"Prince Regent, please stay—"

A middle-aged man suddenly raised his head, stared at Ji Wushang's back, and called out to Ji Wushang.

He said in a deep voice, "Now the new emperor, his concubines, relatives of the emperor, and civil and military ministers are all here to keep vigil for the late emperor. No one even dares to pay tribute too many times. Only you, the regent, must leave every night. Once you leave, you will never come back... Your Majesty, is this too disrespectful of the late Emperor?"

Hearing this, everyone was shocked.

They looked at the minister who spoke in surprise.

Oh, it's Wu Yushi who has been an official for ten years and is known for "loving to play with others". No wonder he is so bold. He dares to say things that others dare not say.

but……

In the past, the people who were played by this person were all soft persimmons that were easy to pinch, but this regent is not like those people before!

Tonight, Yushi Wu is afraid that he will kick the iron plate and break his toes, right?

In the eyes of everyone who either gloated or sympathized, Prince Regent Ji Wushang stopped.

He slowly turned his head and looked at Wu Yushi who was speaking.

Wu Yushi straightened his spine and looked straight at Ji Wushang with an unyielding scholarly attitude.

Ji Wushang narrowed his eyes and stared at Wu Yushi for three breaths. Then, he touched the sugar pill in his mouth with his tongue and sneered lightly, "Have you lost your mind in reading?"

He raised his hand and pointed at the closed door of the mourning hall, "It's true that that person inside is your king, but to me, he is just the brother of my own mother. How do I get along with my brother is none of your business? I need you to teach me how to do things? How do you compare with me? You scold him and say it offends the power of heaven. You scratch him and want to kill the nine tribes, but I slap him a few times and he can only bear it. This is what I am. Do you understand the difference between the king and you?"

Wu Yushi looked at Ji Wushang with wide eyes.

He didn't expect that this prince, who was always taciturn, calm and self-possessed, would have such a side!

The prince actually said the words "none of your business" in front of so many people!

simply……

What a disgrace!

This is not what a prince should say!

He cupped his hands, gritted his teeth and admonished, "Your Majesty! The first emperor is the emperor who reigns over the world, and then he is your brother! As a minister, you should abide by your duty!"

Ji Wushang looked at Wu Yushi coldly, "Duty? What is duty? If you know the word duty, how can you scream at me?"

Before Wu Yushi could speak, Ji Wushang rolled up his sleeves and said calmly, "Okay, I never like to hear people barking, so shut up. Listen, since you, Wu Yushi, are the only one in the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty who has the most respect for the late emperor. Loyalty is the most filial, so go back and pack your bedroll, and on the day when the late emperor is buried, you can go to the imperial mausoleum to guard the tomb of the late emperor and be loyal to him."

Wu Yushi’s pupils tightened!

He looked at Ji Wushang in disbelief, "My lord, how could you seek revenge for personal gain——"

Ji Wushang curled his lips, "Retaliation? This king asked you to guard the tomb of your late emperor. You actually think that this is your punishment and revenge? Wu Yushi, you are disrespectful to your late emperor. You want to die?" What?"

Wu Yushi realized that he had said the wrong thing and immediately closed his mouth and did not dare to say any more.

Ji Wushang glanced at him and turned to leave.

There were only two domineering words left, echoing in the night wind——

"Wu Zheng, the imperial censor, had a close relationship with the late emperor and was loyal to the late emperor. I am grateful for his loyalty and ordered Wu Zheng to accompany the late emperor's coffin to the imperial mausoleum. He will not return unless he dies."

"If you ministers are still as loyal to the late emperor as Wu Yushi, you can submit a letter to the king tomorrow. I will grant you permission and let you go to the imperial mausoleum to be loyal to the late emperor for the rest of your life."

"..."

Everyone silently watched Ji Wushang's retreating figure, and at the same time felt a chill running down their backs and into their minds.

Wu Yushi really kicked the iron plate.

The Regent was more terrifying than they had ever known.

In the past, the regent was just a little cold and scary, but he has never been so aggressive and vengeful. The current regent will always retaliate, which is very scary!

They did not dare to challenge the majesty of the prince, and kowtowed one after another to show their loyalty——

"I am loyal to the former emperor, and I am equally loyal to the new emperor!"

"The previous emperor has left on Hexian, and now I swear allegiance to the new emperor to the death and will never leave him!"

After expressing their loyalty, they glanced sympathetically at Wu Yushi, who was greatly stimulated and turned pale.

Ah.

Retribution?

Do you think everyone is a soft persimmon and can be pinched casually?

Deserve it.

Why would Wu Yushi care about the eyes of others?

He was staring at Ji Wushang's back, his clothes soaked with cold sweat, and his whole body was paralyzed on the ground.

He is finished.

Being sent to the barren land of the imperial mausoleum, where he could never come back for the rest of his life, wasn't it equivalent to being buried with the late emperor?

Even if he is alive, he is just a walking corpse.

damn...

How could he...

How did it end up in this situation?

He just wanted to show off on purpose to show his integrity to the new emperor. He just wanted the new emperor to reuse him!

He didn't expect that the regent would be so petty and sent him to the imperial mausoleum on the spot, ruining his life!

He is finished.

Completely finished.

The night wind blew in, and the wet clothes exuded a biting chill.

Amidst the bursts of ice cold, Wu Yushi's mind, which was occupied by fear, gradually became able to think normally.

He dug his fingers into the ground and looked towards the royal family.

He stared at Princess Jiaoyang and the young master next to her——

He had to get the regent to change his mind.

Even if he is asked to ask the regent's family.

I wonder, who is the Prince Regent’s favorite?

As long as he can help him with a few kind words and change his miserable future, he can kneel down and kowtow a hundred times!

……

Zhao family.

After Ji Wushang left the palace, he led people directly to Zhao Lingjie's home.

He and his bodyguards were all highly skilled martial arts masters. They climbed over walls and walls to enter the hospital, and arrived outside Zhao Lingjie's window without disturbing anyone.

Ji Wushang landed lightly and raised his hand to signal the guards to be quiet. Then, while licking the sugar pills, he poked the window paper with his finger and looked inside.

Ji Wushang saw Zhao Lingjie sitting in front of an oil lamp with his clothes on, scraping the bark of a tree with a knife.

Looking at the crushed peony branches and leaves on the table, Ji Wushang's pupils narrowed.

He guessed what Zhao Lingjie was doing in an instant.