Reborn on the wedding night, the regent princess said she knew she was wrong

When Qiong Yi saw Mei Ling coming back, he saw that she seemed injured. There was no trace of heartache in his eyes, but a hint of disappointment.

But he quickly adjusted his mood, immediately went over and helped the person onto the couch.

"Didn't I tell you? You must not get hurt. It doesn't matter even if you fail to complete the mission, as long as you don't get hurt." Qiong Yi said with concern, a hint of worry and concern in his eyes.

When Mei Ling heard Qiong Yi's words, although her face was pale, she still showed some joy.

She said softly: "Brother Yi, I'm fine. I'm sorry, I didn't kill them."

Qiong Yi immediately took over the conversation and asked anxiously, "Yun Qingluo is not dead either?"

Hearing Qiong Yi's surprised tone, Mei Ling quickly explained: "I could have killed her, but I didn't expect that Mo Beichen woke up. He was poisoned by my phantom poison. Normally, he would be unconscious for at least two days before waking up, but he woke up the next day, and he seemed to have become much stronger after waking up. I was no match for him at all, and I was injured by him instead."

"Brother Yi, he is definitely not Mo Beichen. I have never felt such a powerful aura from Mo Beichen before. How could he suddenly become so powerful? This is too unreasonable!"

When Qiong Yi heard Mei Ling's explanation, he sneered in his heart.

He couldn't even complete a mission and yet made so many excuses. He even suspected that Mo Beichen had been poisoned by her phantom poison.

He didn't believe Mei Ling's words from the bottom of his heart. If Mo Beichen was not Mo Beichen, then who could it be?

Moreover, Yun Qingluo and Mo Beichen have been married for many years, how could they not tell whether it was real or fake?

Qiong Yi lowered his eyelashes to hide the dissatisfaction in his eyes. After calming down, he smiled and said to Du Meiling, "Your phantom poison is so powerful that no one can escape. Could it be that Mo Beichen has some magic weapon?"

When Mei Ling heard Qiong Yi say this, her eyes suddenly lit up, and it actually reminded her of something.

"Mo Beichen does have a magic weapon. I heard from Yun Qingluo that Mo Beichen had used her heart's blood a long time ago, so he was able to detoxify the poison and wake up so quickly." Mei Ling recalled Yun Qingluo's words.

Qiong Yi was a little surprised when he heard this, "Yun Qingluo gave her heart blood to Mo Beichen, so she is useless."

"That's true. It seems that now that they have escaped, the rumors will stop soon." Mei Ling's eyes turned cold and she suddenly felt a little regretful. She should have continued fighting.

But Mo Beichen's strength made her a little unpredictable. It seemed that no matter how strong she was, he could handle it with ease.

She was indeed a little afraid that she would not be able to come back alive to see Qiong Yi, so she left early.

Qiong Yi changed his mind and asked, "Where are they going now?"

Mei Ling was stunned. "After I left, the fog in the West Mountain had dissipated. They should have come out. After all, there is no one guarding there. People from other continents have left."

Qiong Yi frowned, waved his hand, and called the secret guard, "Go check it out."

"Yes, sir." The secret guard saluted and disappeared immediately.

"Brother Qiong, I'm sorry I couldn't help you." Mei Ling apologized belatedly.

Qiong Yi shook his head. "This happened too suddenly. How could I blame you? You have helped me so much over the years. Don't worry, when I take that position, I will immediately help your family find the real culprit and let them be buried with your family."

Mei Ling was touched and her face was full of gratitude, "Thank you, Brother Qiong. Brother Qiong, you are the best to me."

Qiong Yi coaxed Mei Ling to sleep before coming out of the room.

No matter how serious the injuries of the Charm Spirit Clan are, as long as they come back to regulate their breathing and have a good sleep, all injuries will be healed the next day.

Mei Ling didn't know about her special physique before. During a mission, she was stabbed by a knife. When she came back, Qiong Yi was worried that she would not survive. Even the doctor they invited said that she would not live more than three days.

But the next morning, she was completely well and full of life.

So later, when Qiong Yi asked him to carry out a mission, he was no longer merciful.

Over the years, her identity has never been exposed because he has been there to clean up every action.

This time regarding Yun Qingluo's matter, Qiong Yi was anxious to find Mei Ling, so he guessed that the news that someone from the Mei clan was alive would leak out.

But he didn't expect it to spread so quickly.

On the second day, almost everyone knew that the Meizu's spirit girl was alive.

In an instant, the martial arts world and the courts of all continents became a little restless. There was once a rumor in the martial arts world that the charm spirit had been passed down for thousands of years, and whoever obtained the charm spirit would rule the world.

Holy Dome Dynasty, Imperial Palace.

"Father, Mother, take a look at this scarf. Is it pretty?" a light and pleasant voice came.

Looking towards the source of the sound, I saw a woman in a yellow cloak jumping and running towards a palace.

Several palace maids followed behind her, looking worried and whispering to the princess to walk slower.

Inside the magnificent palace, facing the main gate, sat a middle-aged couple.

The man was wearing a bright yellow robe with a lifelike golden dragon pattern embroidered on it with gold thread. The woman next to him was wearing a dark purple robe, looking elegant and graceful, with a kind and gentle face and endless tenderness in her expression.

"Mother, do you think this scarf with the Hundred Family Names is nice? It was made for me by the people when I was out of the palace to distribute porridge recently." The woman who spoke earlier walked in quickly and ran straight towards the woman.

This couple is the emperor and empress of the Shengqiong Dynasty, and the woman who was speaking is the only eldest princess of the Shengqiong Dynasty, Sheng Chuhan.

Chu Ning'er took the scarf with a smile on her face, but she was not in a hurry to check it. Instead, she looked at Sheng Chuhan first and said in a slightly reproachful tone: "You really don't act like a princess. Don't you see your father is here? Why don't you pay your respects to your father quickly?"

Although there is a hint of blame in the words, if you savor them carefully you can feel the deep love contained in them.

Sheng Chuhan made a face, turned around and reluctantly saluted Sheng Yuan, "Greetings, Father. I hope you are well."

Sheng Yuan's face was serious, but the doting in his eyes was not concealed at all. "Well, get up. Are you tired from going out to distribute porridge these days?"

When Sheng Chuhan heard this, she looked aggrieved, and went up to sit next to Sheng Yuan, pulling Sheng Yuan's sleeve, with a pitiful face, "Yeah, yeah, I'm really tired, I personally serve porridge to the people, and the people all praise me as a role model for women in the Shengqiong Dynasty, hehe."

"You little rascal, you are a role model for women? If you are a role model for women, then what are all the ladies in the capital city? The common people must have misjudged you." Chu Ning'er laughed out loud, her expression softened, and she teased Sheng Chuhan.