Time travel, Your Highness Ninth Prince has been rejected from marriage again!

He had a noble enough status and an absolutely beautiful appearance. He should have been respected and honored, but because of the incompetence and tyranny of the Li Emperor, he was ignored and lived a life worse than that of livestock.

Even that stunning appearance became the cause of the greatest tragedy in his life.

Emperor Li is not a human being. He is unwilling to let even his own son go.

At that time, Mu Jingzhi was only ten years old, just a skinny child. Just based on the one moment he was seen in the imperial garden, Emperor Li kept him by his side and took good care of him.

During the day, he was his close attendant, and at night, he was his prey in bed.

Mu Jingzhi thought about death and attempted suicide, but he was unwilling to accept it. It was clearly not his fault and he had done nothing, but he had to endure inhuman torture.

So he endured it patiently and accepted what the world considered to be great favor.

Finally one day, Emperor Li died at the hands of Emperor Yan's sword, Tianyuan came back to life, and he was sold out of the palace as a slave.

Why would Emperor Yan let him go? Because Emperor Li died at the hands of Mu Jingzhi.

Looking at the pity in Qingyun's eyes, he knew she was hiding something and laughed softly, "Hahaha, do you think I'm pitiful too?"

Qingyun frowned. She had only guessed based on the historical records of the previous dynasty and some of "Emperor Yan's" abnormal behaviors. She basically had no idea what happened to him after he left the palace, but Qingyun felt sad for him before he left the palace.

Seeing Qingyun didn't say anything, Mu Jingzhi continued: "After leaving the palace, I escaped from the slave camp and began to learn how to make poisons from various people in the martial arts world, and even tested the poisons on myself.

That's why you looked so haggard when you first met me, it was just the side effect of taking too much poison."

Qingyun understood, and at first she even thought that it was Mu Jingzhi in disguise.

"Do you want to be emperor?"

Yes and no, Qingyun privately felt that he had no interest in this position.

Unexpectedly, he admitted it, "Yes, be the emperor. I want to see how good this position is. I also want to try how it feels to treat other people's lives as worthless."

"So you founded Catholicism, and used your old face to get close to Emperor Yan, and then gave him a chronic poison. When Emperor Yan died quietly, you could take that position."

"You're right, that's what I thought," Mu Jingzhi smiled proudly, seeming very confident in his plan.

But Qingyun still didn't understand, "But you are a prince of the previous dynasty, you have no soldiers and no power, the officials and the people will not recognize you."

"Do I need their recognition? If they don't recognize me as the emperor, then just kill them. Be they officials or common people, I will kill them until they recognize me."

There was madness flashing in Mu Jingzhi's eyes, his eyeballs were bloodshot, like a mad beast.

Qingyun's eyes narrowed slightly, gradually filled with frost. "So you killed those children as an excuse to get close to Emperor Yan, right?"

"No, of course not. Ancient books do have a method of using infants to make elixirs. Who doesn't want to be immortal? I just failed.

But it doesn't matter, I am the emperor now, as long as those of you who are hindering me die, I can find more children to make medicine, and then, I will be the only god in this world."

Mu Jingzhi moved closer to Qingyun, his body trembling slightly when he spoke of God.

Qingyun stood up and took a step back. The pity in her eyes disappeared, leaving only coldness.

"The library was there before you, and you must have found a way to swap souls when you were very young, so you managed to escape before you died.

If I'm not mistaken, you'll have completed the transition when you reactivated the Owl Guard Battalion."

"Smart, you are really smart, how can you be so smart?

If it weren't for you, my plan wouldn't have failed. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have used my last trump card. I never expected it, I really didn't expect it, that I would lose to a yellow-haired girl, it's ridiculous!"

Qingyun looked at his resentful expression, pursed her lips and said: "You could have been reborn after leaving the palace, but you chose to fall into hell. People with blood on their hands are not worthy of being gods."

"Haha, really. Qingyun, I really hate the way you look in white. You're really ugly. Who are you acting for, like a saint? What makes you think I made the wrong choice? Can everything that happened in the past be treated as if it never existed?"

puff--

Mu Jingzhi was very excited and suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, staining Qingyun's white skirt with dots of red, like red plum blossoms blooming in the snow in winter.

"You are not wrong, at least you were not wrong before you left the palace. There was nothing wrong with your birth and your existence. It was the people who bullied you and looked down on you who were wrong."

Qingyun took out a handkerchief, slowly approached the dragon bed, and gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Her movements were gentle and her expression was gentle.

Mu Jingzhi was stunned for a moment. No one had ever told him that he was not wrong. What he heard most was that his birth was a mistake.

Then he raised his head with a sarcastic smile and said, "Do you know why that man became more murderous in the end?"

Qingyun paused while wiping the blood off him.

"Yes, it's just as you thought. The poison I used is very powerful, isn't it?"

Mu Jingzhi's eyes were filled with excitement, and he raised his hand with all his strength to hold Qingyun's wrist.

Qingyun pried open his fingers one by one and said, "So what? He deserved to die. You did nothing wrong."

Mu Jingzhi lost all his strength and said sarcastically: "I really hate you. I have hated you since the first time I saw you. I hate your smile and everything about you. I hate you even more now."

Qingyun stood up and helped Mu Jingzhi lie down. The brocade quilt embroidered with dragon patterns was covered with bloodstains. Qingyun covered him with it as if she didn't see anything.

He said lightly: "It's poison, seven kinds, so your pills are useless."

After saying that, he turned and walked out.

Mu Jingzhi tilted his head, watching the white figure gradually disappear into the distance, and the scene of his first meeting with her gradually emerged in his mind.

The flower-like girl was full of vitality and happiness. He was attracted to her at first sight, and at the same time he saw her different reactions. Such a good person should not be alive, should not...

Mu Jingzhi fainted.

When Qingyun walked out of the gate of the Palace of Tranquil Longevity, Yan Siyuan was waiting outside the door. When he saw the bloodstains on her skirt, his eyes became sharp without any expression.

He pulled her hand and saw the red mark on her wrist again. Something was surging in his eyes, but he quickly suppressed it.

"Xue'er is injured?"

Qingyun glanced at the bloodstain on the hem of her skirt and said lightly: "No, it's his blood."

"He took action?"

Yan Siyuan gently rubbed Qingyun's wrist, his long eyelashes hiding the emotions in his eyes.

"It was just pulled for a moment and it disappeared quickly."