The prince disliked her, and the legitimate daughter was reborn and married to the regent

Perhaps seeing the confusion in Yun Nian's eyes, Wei Qingjue chuckled and blinked at her, then sat down cross-legged and spread his coat on the ground beside him.

He didn't even open his mouth, Yun Nian stood up and sat over to him, staring at him with a pair of bright eyes, which made him irresistible.

"I'm sorry, I hid something from you. After you fell asleep, I went through the secret passage and found that its exit was not far from Jingshui Temple."

Jingshui Temple?

Yun Nian covered her mouth in surprise, her long, thick eyelashes fluttering like butterfly wings.

"At the time, I only had a vague guess that there might be a more hidden exit under the huge vines, but I never found it. I gave the task of investigating this matter to Yun Shuo."

"Your Highness is a master of foresight."

Yun Shuo on the side nodded lightly. When he looked over, his eyes quickly swept over Yun Nian's body, and then he retracted his gaze as if he was burned.

He didn't plan to say anything, just like Wei Qingjue, who didn't tell Yun Nian anything.

Would His Royal Highness the Regent, who is so wise as to foresee everything, be a little nervous?

He smiled bitterly and thought, everything has been prepared, the monarch who left, the obedient ministers, and those thieves with many ideas have been beheaded in public. If there is an existence that is second to none, it is the Prime Minister's Mansion.

Even though no one would have thought that the always gentle and elegant Master Yun also had a dark side, he thought that if His Highness died outside, it would be great. He could stay by the side of the little prince as a tutor and educate him to grow up.

Before that, he was the most powerful person. He could do whatever he wanted. Even if Sisi was unwilling, she could not escape from his palm.

His Highness must have thought of this possibility, but why was he so determined when he left, as if he was sure that Yun Shuo would never get the result he wanted?

He could only be a minister. He had no ambition to conquer the world. Apart from Yun Nian's affairs, he was too soft-hearted and probably couldn't handle the relationship between his ministers well.

The most important thing is, after obtaining those memories, how could he dare, how could he dare to make the choice to imprison Yun Nian again?

Yun Shuo let out a deep breath. Since he had brought people here, it had already proved his choice.

After all, he could only stay by Yun Nian's side as a brother. She didn't belong to him, so why force it?

The result of forcing is death, and he will never let Sisi die in front of him again.

The pain was so deep that even now when I think of the scene, my heart aches.

"So Your Highness has been secretly colluding with my brother for a long time? Oh, no, secretly colluding? Anyway, it's almost the same. Since you have already made preparations, how can I cooperate with you? How can we get out?"

Supporting his chin, Yun Nian looked at the man who seemed to have everything under control. His gentle yet cold eyes carried an absolutely arrogant aura, but when he looked at Yun Nian, all that sharpness faded away.

"Don't worry, everyone isn't here yet. We can only fight back once everyone is here."

He spoke cryptically, but the girl slowly realized something and nodded obediently. She waved her hand and Langya handed the zither over.

"Wait a moment, I'll play the piano for you."

"it is good."

……

"So where did you take my brother?"

Fuqiu swung her long braid out and hit the silver-haired man. He should have felt the pain, but he seemed to be unaware of it and just shook his head helplessly.

"I've already told you it wasn't me, little fox, why don't you believe me?"

"It's a fox again! Don't think I don't know that people in Da'an country call women who seduce married men vixens. I won't mess with such a man, humph."

Fuqiu pouted her lips. Her bright face seemed even more lively because of her anger. It was a liveliness completely different from Song Yanga's own lifeless look.

He had known that Fuqiu was a beauty, but she was not an ordinary beauty. She was bold and reckless and did not care about worldly ethics. The world was so harsh on women, but she never used this to restrain herself.

But he loved her flamboyant appearance. It was he who raised her to be like this. It was he who unconsciously fell into the burning love. It was he who gave Fuqiu the power to treat him willfully.

He was a little restless, but he managed to suppress it.

"Yes, you have always only flirted with single men, making them obsessed with you and infatuated with you, and then they all ignorantly tried to get a status."

At the end, Song Yanga's voice became gnashing, his narrow eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a dangerous look.

Fuqiu had had so many men. In order to cut off his feelings, he sent men with clean backgrounds to her, but he didn't want her to really fall in love with them, so he locked them up.

Thinking of those men who were arranged by him or Korro, who were clearly thrown into the courtyard, it made people angry just thinking about it.

But he would not blame Fuqiu. What had she done wrong? She was just a little braver than the average woman. She had the qualifications. No one was more like a fox that could confuse people's hearts than she was, tickling people's hearts.

Heroes love beauties, and beauties naturally like more handsome men. He was only thankful for his unchanged face and outstanding appearance, so he reluctantly let the lotus stay with him.

This is a curse, but also a blessing. He is very aware of this.

As long as he stays by her side, all those guys who have bad intentions and want to get involved will be dealt with by him, including Turancha...

"Hmph, you're smart. Those guys came up to me on their own... No, you almost changed the subject again. You must know where Alfalfa is. You're so weird, hurry up and tell me the fortune!"

Fuqiu nodded with a smile at first, but soon realized that she had almost been led astray again, and immediately glared at Song Yanga fiercely.

The silver-haired man raised his eyebrows, and his black eyes were filled with affection that he himself did not even notice.

"It's not fortune-telling... Never mind, whatever you think is the case."

Song Yanga spread his hands helplessly, but his words changed. He took out a round plate from his arms, pointed the needle to the east, and muttered to himself,

Seeing his expression, Fuqiu became quiet, and for a moment only the noisy chirping of insects could be heard.

"Okay, I found it."

He opened his eyes and saw that the needle had deviated from the east to the north. He didn't know if it was an illusion, but the color of the needle's tail seemed to have changed from gold to a slightly black color.

"It's about time. If we go now, we can catch up with the end of everything. I also want to see what will happen when the four of them get together."

Wei Qingjue, Yun Shuo, Xiyu, Zuo Mingyuan, the relationship between these four people and Yun Nian started long ago. Originally, they should not have been so confrontational.

Everything is because of the addition of a variable that shouldn't have existed.

A person who shouldn't have been born, an imposter who shouldn't have appeared, an evil technique that shouldn't have been easily discovered, all these things intertwined together to cause Yun Nian's tragedy.

How could he not participate in such an interesting scene? He really wanted to see what choices the few people who had their memories would make.

It's just a pity that Ning Sinian died too early, otherwise, he could have taken that guy with him.

Tsk! He really shouldn't have thrown that guy into the snake cave just for fun. Maybe he should have stopped when those poisonous snakes bit off his legs, spared his life, and then let him die in Yun Nian's hands in front of everyone. That would be very interesting.

Although he said so, his eyes did not show any regret or remorse, but rather a look of anticipation.

"Hey! Wait, where are we going?!"

Fuqiu's voice disappeared in the wind. In the boundless desert, the scorpion ant poked its head out to take a look, then returned to its nest.

A raging flame burned, and blurry shadows flickered inside, but the specific shapes could not be seen clearly.