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

Ji Wushang had no intention of hiding anything from Princess Jiaoyang.

He said calmly, "The child we brought back from Baiyunguan that day was not your biological brother. Your biological brother was saved by Miss Jing and is now there."

He turned around and pointed at Yu'er, who was having fun around the pillar, "There."

Princess Jiaoyang was stunned when she heard this.

She looked at Ji Wushang in disbelief, then suddenly turned her head to look at Jing Feiyuan and the child beside her.

Her biological brother?

How can it be?

Isn't her brother dead?

Princess Jiaoyang stared at Yu'er again and again, her expression becoming increasingly ugly.

The imperial uncle told her that her biological brother was a fool with insufficient intelligence. It was useless to keep him. He could not be the heir, and he could not rely on her. Not only could such a fool brother not be able to help her in any way, but he would also bully her. Her hind legs will drag her down for the rest of her life...

Instead of bringing such a fool home and making his father feel disgusted, it would be better to replace him with a child who is smart and will please his father.

So in her previous life, when her idiot brother died, she pretended to know nothing about it and took back the fake brother arranged by the emperor's uncle from Baiyunguan, and she fell in love with the fake brother for the rest of her life.

Her fake brother was indeed the person arranged by the emperor's uncle. He was smart, extremely likable, and was very kind to her. He helped her and favored her in everything, and his biological brother was nothing more than that.

Now that she was reborn, she thought that nothing would happen to her brother, and she would still love him forever. But who knew that Jing Feiyuan would change her destiny again!

Jing Feiyuan actually saved this fool who was supposed to die and brought him back to the palace!

How could a fool be the prince of the palace, how could he be her support?

Damn!

Jing Feiyuan deserved to die, this bitch came here deliberately to make things difficult for her!

Princess Jiaoyang pinched her palms.

At this moment, she hated Jing Feiyuan.

This bitch deliberately brought the little fool back to the palace. She must have wanted to drive away her smart brother Zheng Zhien! In this way, no one will compete with this bitch's son for the throne of the crown prince! When the time comes, this bitch will be able to directly become the heir apparent after marrying his father and having a child. After all, a fool will never compete with this bitch’s son for the title of heir apparent!

Not only that, this bitch probably has a good plan, and wants to use the opportunity of taking care of the little fool to pretend to be a loving mother to his father. This bitch just wants to use the little fool to pretend to be virtuous and virtuous to confuse and seduce her. Father!

Princess Jiaoyang not only hated Jing Feiyuan at this moment, she also hated the little fool who played with Jing Feiyuan's sleeves.

Damn!

This is obviously the younger brother her mother gave birth to. This younger brother should have helped her and been her support. But now, this fool has actually gone to help Jing Feiyuan. What is such a fool who can't distinguish between ourselves and the enemy doing alive? Why doesn't he Go to hell!

"Jiaoyang, you seem to hate your brother?"

Princess Jiaoyang's heart boiled with hatred. At this moment, a cold voice suddenly came from above her head, like hail falling, extinguishing all her anger.

She suddenly looked up at Ji Wushang.

She pretended to be confused and said, "Father, have you been deceived? How can he be my brother? My brother has been taken back to the palace by us a long time ago. Nurse Song and the Zheng family have proved that he is My brother."

Without waiting for Ji Wushang to speak, she raised her hand and pointed at Yu'er with disgust and said, "This liar can never be my brother! My brother's name is Zheng Zhien. He is well-behaved and smart. He is very attached to me and listens to me. Zheng Zhien is a talented person." It’s my brother, and this guy inside is a liar who is being taken advantage of!”

Ji Wushang glanced at Princess Jiaoyang lightly.

This was not like a normal reaction to hearing that the child inside was her biological brother.

Generally speaking, normal people would hesitate to walk in and confirm with Yuer after being confused and shocked, and would not insist that someone is a liar without even seeing clearly what they are saying.

Jiaoyang's disgust towards Miss Jing, does this make her not even want to recognize her biological brother?

Ji Wushang took a deep look at Princess Jiaoyang and said, "This is about your brother, and you have the right to know the truth, so I will tell you about Yu'er's existence. As for whether you believe it or not, there will be many opportunities for you to verify it in the future. "

He turned around and walked out, "Now you go with me to the palace to keep vigil for your uncle. We will talk about other matters after your uncle's funeral."

Prince An turned around and left, and the guards behind him immediately followed him.

Princess Jiaoyang gritted her teeth and glanced coldly at Jing Feiyuan, then let her grandma support her and quickly chased Ji Wushang away.

A large group of people roared away, leaving only Henry Zhang and another little guard at the door of the courtyard.

Zhang Xuanchong cupped his hands to Jing Feiyuan in the courtyard, "Miss Jing, it's getting late. You and the young master should rest first. Your humble duty is here to guard. No one can break in and harm you and the young master."

Jing Feiyuan nodded and thanked, "Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Zhang."

She took Yu'er's little hand and walked into the house.

Yu'er looked at the high threshold. He didn't want to climb up by himself, so he hung on the threshold and blinked at his mother, asking her to help him.

Jing Feiyuan burst into laughter. She bent down and picked up the little Zaizai, "Why are you getting more and more cheating, huh?"

Yu'er was hugged by her mother. She was so happy that she rubbed her neck and gently shook his calf happily.

Jing Feiyuan took him in and closed the door.

Henry Zhang watched the door close from a distance before looking away.

He sat on the bluestone at the entrance of the courtyard and tutted, "I thought before that Miss Jing's status was not worthy of our prince, but now I see the young master treating her like his biological mother and acting like a spoiled child and relying on her so much. Being close to her, I suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with her being the mistress of our palace."

The young guard next to him nodded repeatedly, "If Miss Jing hadn't been really good to the young master, he wouldn't have been so clingy to her or acted coquettishly with her so naturally. Miss Jing is a good person."

Henry Zhang curled his lips, "Who says it's not the case? She knew that our young master was being hunted by so many people at that time, yet she dared to hide him and protect him. If not kind-hearted, who would risk their lives to save a strange child? ?”

The two guards were chatting outside.

In the room, Jing Feiyuan washed himself and Yu'er with the hot water that the servant had prepared, and then fell asleep with the fragrant Yu'er in his arms.

A strange house, a strange bed, and Ji Wushang's deviant behavior tonight made Jing Feiyuan toss and turn and have trouble sleeping.

She thought she would be awake all night, but with a soft little Zai Zai in her arms, she fell asleep with the little Zai Zai without much trouble.

At the same moment, Ji Wushang, who was far away in the palace, was not sleepy at all.

There were gorgeous coffins in the gloomy and desolate mourning hall, and countless concubines were kneeling in the courtyard outside the mourning hall. Everyone was covering their mouths with handkerchiefs and sobbing, but the sadness on most people's faces could not be seen. It's just an act, just kneeling here to go through the motions.

Unlike the others who were kneeling on the ground, Ji Wushang placed a chair next to the coffin, and he, Da Ma Jin Dao, sat on the chair.

He was carrying a blue and white porcelain wine flask, and from time to time he would raise his neck and take a sip of wine, leisurely and casually, as if the person lying in the coffin was not his brother, not the king of a country, but just a stranger who had nothing to do with him.

The eight-year-old little emperor knelt in front of the soul, his eyes red from crying.

Turning his head secretly to glance at Ji Wushang, the little emperor wiped away his tears and whispered, "Uncle Emperor, isn't it inappropriate for you to sit and drink in front of your father's soul like this?"