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

Ji Wushang was immersed in deep sadness. At this moment, Jing Feiyuan's voice sounded in his ears, and he slowly regained his consciousness.

He lowered his head and stared at the top of Jing Feiyuan's hair with his red eyes.

He said hoarsely, "I am really an incompetent son, I am an unfilial son..."

Tears flashed in his eyes, "My queen mother was obviously poisoned, but I didn't know it for so many years. I thought that she was really as the imperial doctor said. She was injured on the battlefield when she was young, and then... After giving birth to two sons in succession, my vitality was severely damaged, and I passed away due to physical and blood deficiency..."

He gently rubbed Jing Feiyuan's hair, "I am so confused and stupid. If Queen Mother knew better, she would definitely not forgive me for being such a fool, right?"

The moment the words fell, hot tears burst into my eyes.

It just happened to drop into Jing Feiyuan's hair.

Jing Feiyuan was burned by tears, and she felt even more sorry for her husband, who had never shed tears even when he was seriously injured.

She struggled to appease him.

"Don't blame yourself like this. You were too young when something happened to your mother. She was not willing to talk about her suffering to a carefree child like you, so you know nothing about those things. This is not normal. What?"

"Ji Wushang, you have to be more open-minded."

"I believe that if the Queen Mother really knew something, she would also hope that you would not blame yourself or feel guilty or sad. She would also hope that you would be happy."

"You think, if she wanted you to bear heavy shackles, why didn't she hold your hand and tell you secretly when she was dying, so that you could grow up to avenge her?"

"She doesn't tell you anything. She just hopes that you won't live with the pain and hatred of your father killing your mother. She hopes that you can be as happy as other children."

"So, don't blame yourself. Your self-blame will only make your mother sad with you."

"She is a gentle and loving mother. She will be sad that she did not protect her little son, and she will blame herself for not making you happy."

All Jing Feiyuan's words fell on Ji Wushang's ears.

Even though he was in so much pain at the moment and didn't want to hear anything, he still couldn't turn a deaf ear to his wife.

He must listen to his wife at all times and respond to everything. This is the motto that has been engraved in his bones since the day he went to church.

His wife's comfort made tears fall from his eyes again.

He clutched his throbbing heart and tried to wake himself up and calm down.

He tried to tell himself not to be defeated by sadness and sadness. That was not what his mother wanted to see.

He took several deep breaths before the pain eased away from his heart.

He looked up at the window and mocked.

"My mother's life is really sad. I am not a good son, and neither is my dog ​​king brother! That bitch, he is even more hateful than me!"

"Ji Jingyao clearly knows that his father killed his mother unjustly, so why did he let that old guy go to his mother's tomb to disgust her?"

"Obviously after I grew up and led my troops back to Beijing, my father has confirmed that I am of royal blood and has given me the title of prince. He, Ji Jingyao, knows better than anyone else that I am innocent, my mother is also innocent, and my mother's death was my father's fault. Well, he knew everything, so why did he still have to bury his father, the murderer, and his mother, the murdered person, together after his father passed away?"

"Who is he disgusting with?"

"He was filial to his father, but how could he be worthy of our mother who died innocently and unjustly?"

By the end of the sentence, Ji Wushang's eyes were filled with murderous intent.

He had the urge to pull Ji Jingyao out of the grave and whip her corpse.

Jing Feiyuan looked up at him.

Jing Feiyuan could understand his anger at this moment.

She also felt that the emperor's brother was very sorry for his mother by doing this.

She stroked Ji Wushang's back and said softly, "It's okay, it's okay, he can bury his father and mother together, and we can dig out his father's bones from his mother's grave and throw them away. They are all dead. The person who died is still alive, and we can do whatever we want, don’t you think?”

Ji Wushang, who was full of grief, was caught off guard by Jing Feiyuan's words "dig out and throw it away" and "do whatever he wants", which made his heartstrings loosen.

He hated his father, and his Yuan'er immediately hated him too, and even angrily dug out his father's bones like sweet potatoes and threw them away. It was really funny and thoughtful.

Ji Wushang lowered his head and kissed Jing Feiyuan's forehead, "Good wife."

Seeing that the sadness all over his body had dissipated, Jing Feiyuan suggested with a black heart, "If you still don't feel relieved, we will secretly dig out your brother's body and throw it away quietly in the wilderness. The head, body and limbs were thrown in different directions, leaving his body incomplete, no one to worship him, and unable to be reincarnated forever... A hundred years later, we will all go underground, and we will eat and drink with the paper money given by future generations every day. He could only squat by the Naihe Bridge and couldn't even afford a bowl of Mengpo soup or any money to buy it. We passed him in a big way and saw him kneeling on the ground crying and regretting..."

Jing Feiyuan gently stroked Ji Wushang's heart, "Does this relieve your anger?"

Ji Wushang stared blankly at his black-hearted Yuan'er.

This……

This is not something a weak little flower can say!

But he liked it more and more.

With a delicate and lovable appearance, but a tough and self-reliant core, and a dark heart that cannot be seen through, isn't this more attractive than a pure and flawless little flower?

Ji Wushang was funny yet helpless. He lowered his head and kissed her hard, "I'm relieved. After we deal with the imperial master, we will dig up the grave and steal his bones, and throw him away with his father for the future." , our husband and wife can just go to the imperial mausoleum to accompany our mother, who cares about these two white-eyed wolves, right?"

Jing Feiyuan smiled and agreed.

Although digging graves is a terrible thing, she can do it with her beloved husband.

Seeing that her husband was in a better mood, Jing Feiyuan added, "I also asked about the past between him and his mother from the Imperial Master. Do you want to hear it?"

Ji Wushang looked at her in surprise, "Huh? You can actually find out the past events between him and his mother from his mouth?"

Jing Feiyuan looked a little proud, "Yes, I pretended to be stupid and deceived him. I'm very good at pretending to be stupid."

Ji Wushang laughed and gently flicked the center of her eyebrows, "Nonsense, why are you pretending to be stupid? It's obvious that my Yuan'er has the purest and most harmless eyes, and my Yuan'er has the purest and flawless soul. Therefore, Yuan'er can easily win the trust of anyone, including the Imperial Master."

Jing Feiyuan was so coaxed by him that he almost couldn't tell the difference between east, west and north.

Anyway, in this man's eyes, she doesn't have a single flaw in her body from the inside out. She just has all the advantages.

Jing Feiyuan pinched his mouth and said, "Stop talking so much and listen to me. Do you still want to hear the story?"

Ji Wushang couldn't help laughing.

Yuan'er occasionally becomes domineering, which is really a different kind of contrast.

Ji Wushang calmed down and listened to Yuan'er's story about how his mother went to southern Xinjiang to suppress the rebellion, where she picked up five-year-old Li Mo and took Li Mo away to save him.

As this past event that had been deliberately erased by his father and brother unfolded before his eyes, he finally pushed through the fog of chaos and came across the true origin of the tragedy.

It turned out that it was like this...