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

"My lord, tell me about Butler Zhao. How did he come to be with my mother? What has he experienced in these years? Are you really familiar with him?"

Jing Feiyuan leaned on Ji Wushang's shoulder and stretched out his hand to smooth the wrinkles on Ji Wushang's brow.

Ji Wushang nodded.

He looked at the dancing candlelight and talked about the old things he heard from his mother.

"Uncle Zhao was just eight years old when he came to his mother."

"At that time, my royal brother was just seven years old, which was the age when he was naughty. It snowed heavily that winter. The naughty royal brother took the little fox sent to him by his father to have fun in the snow, and his mother led a group of palaces. People followed him behind him, and when passing by a palace, the queen mother saw Uncle Zhao who was beaten all over and had to kneel in the snow to scrub the toilet."

"The queen mother looked at Uncle Zhao who was shivering in thin clothes and saw that Uncle Zhao was similar in age to her son. She felt pity and took Uncle Zhao back to her palace."

"In the next few years, Uncle Zhao would serve tea and water in his mother's harem. He was grateful for the life-saving grace his mother gave him. He worked diligently and was loyal to her. Even though other concubines tried their best to bribe him, he also I have never betrayed my mother."

"After I was born, my mother put him next to me to take care of me. He loved the house and the birds, and he was as loyal to me as he was to my mother. As long as he was by my side, his eyes would never leave me, no matter where I went, he would Wherever you look, you are afraid that I will bump into you."

"Later, my mother died of illness, and my father had a new love. My brother and I suddenly fell out of favor with our father. Without our mother's protection, we lived a hard life for a long time."

"During those days, many people in the palace came to bully me and the emperor brother at the signal of the beloved concubine. Every time, Uncle Zhao would stand in front of me. He took a lot of beatings and suffered a lot on my behalf. He was very cruel to me. I never question my loyalty."

"But later, when my father took his beloved concubine, me and my royal brother out of the palace, Uncle Zhao was unable to accompany him because of his humble status. It was this time that I was thrown off the cliff by my royal brother..."

"It will be many years before I return to the capital."

"I returned to the capital with full military achievements and resumed my status as a prince. I was also canonized as Prince An. When I went to the palace to pick up Uncle Zhao, Uncle Zhao had already been bullied to the point of disgrace."

"As soon as he saw me, he hugged my legs and cried loudly. He cried and said that he should have been with me back then. He cried and said that he did not take good care of me and that he was guilty. He said that he has been regretting himself all these years. He felt sorry for my mother's entrustment, so he said a lot of thanks to God for blessing me and came back alive, and then he fainted. "

"I was so moved that I brought him back to the palace. After he nursed back to health, I made him the butler of the palace."

"In the following years, I only returned to the capital twice. The other time I was guarding the border. My palace was always managed by Uncle Zhao for me. Later, when Zhou Sangning returned to the capital, it was Uncle Zhao who took care of me..."

Speaking of this, Ji Wushang looked at Jing Feiyuan.

He said, "So in my heart, Uncle Zhao is the same as my eight confidant guards. He is loyal to me and will never betray me. When I heard you say that Uncle Zhao is a hidden peerless master at noon, I was It’s really… it’s so ridiculous, I don’t want to believe that Uncle Zhao will have problems.”

After listening to what Ji Wushang said, Jing Feiyuan could fully understand Ji Wushang's trust in Butler Zhao.

How could he believe that the person who had been favored by his mother and who had protected him so desperately when he was a child would betray him?

but……

Is this Uncle Zhao now still the same Uncle Zhao back then?

Jing Feiyuan stared into Ji Wushang's eyes, "Are you sure that the Uncle Zhao you brought back to the palace after you returned to the capital is really the same Uncle Zhao who was loyal to you many years ago?"

Ji Wushang closed his eyes and remained silent.

He actually knew very well——

The Uncle Zhao he knew when he was a child could never be a peerless master.

Unless, Uncle Zhao today is no longer the person he knew when he was a child.

And if this Uncle Zhao really changed someone, then he must have changed someone before he brought him back from the palace...

In other words, his real Uncle Zhao may have disappeared long ago.

The person he wanted to treat sincerely was long gone.

The elder who had always protected him failed to enjoy his blessings at all.

The person he had treated sincerely in the past twelve years was just someone who pretended to be Uncle Zhao to deceive his feelings.

How chilling?

How infuriating?

but……

Is he not the only one who is chilling and angry?

Uncle Zhao who is under him is the most chilling, right?

His Uncle Zhao had been kind to him with all his heart and soul, and had suffered so much for him and been beaten so many times, but he had only been away for nine years, and when he met the impostor, he didn't recognize him at all. Gao Xingxing took the counterfeit home as the real Uncle Zhao, and did not find anything wrong for twelve years...

If Uncle Zhao had found out, I don't know how disappointed he would be and how disappointed he would be...

Jing Feiyuan kept looking at Ji Wushang.

She watched Ji Wushang blame himself and become sad and sad.

She knew what Ji Wushang was thinking.

She held Ji Wushang's fingers tightly, rubbed his shoulder, and whispered, "I can't blame you. You were just a seven-year-old child when you left Uncle Zhao and were thrown off the cliff by your emperor brother. You are still so... Xiao, how many things can you remember? By the time you return to the capital, it will be nine years later. Nine years are so long. Everything has changed dramatically in these nine years. How can you still remember the people you met when you were a child? I'm afraid you You have even forgotten your father’s appearance, and you are not even familiar with what your imperial brother will look like nine years later, let alone Uncle Zhao?”

She glanced at Ji Wushang and continued, "I believe that if Uncle Zhao had a soul in heaven, he wouldn't blame you, because you were once the child he cared about so much. You were the one he watched grow up and he protected you to the death. My dear child, how could he be willing to blame you? He will only feel sorry for you. He will only hate the evil person who took his identity and deceived you. He hated that evil person for deceiving the child he held in the palm of his hand to protect him—— "

Ji Wushang lowered his eyes and hugged Jing Feiyuan tightly into his arms.

Jing Feiyuan patted his back gently, comforting him silently.

After a long time, Ji Wushang slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were red and his voice was hoarse.

"No matter who killed Uncle Zhao, I will make that person pay with his life! Otherwise, I will be sorry for Uncle Zhao who is under the Nine Springs!"

Jing Feiyuan squeezed his fingers and supported him silently.

He took a deep breath, hid all the sadness in his heart, and adjusted his emotions.

He rubbed Jing Feiyuan's fingers, carefully thought about what happened these days from beginning to end, and said slowly, "Your guess is probably correct. Fourteen years ago, the man who was supposed to die The Imperial Master survived. He may be the master who tested the medicine on Zheng Zhien. He may be the mysterious man who colluded with the Queen Mother Qin. He may be our Butler Zhao——"

At this point, he changed his tone and said, "If this is the case, then Yan Lilan and Zheng Zhien are both the biological sons of Butler Zhao, and we have a trump card in our hands."