After killing four concubines, the queen was sentenced to death and reborn

The next morning, the sun was shining, and the magnificent palace looked even more dazzling in the morning glow. Princess Chengyang, dressed in gorgeous clothes, walked calmly into the solemn palace gate. There was a hint of worry on her face, but more of it was firmness and decisiveness.

"Mother is here." Zheng Xiyan's voice echoed in the empty palace, carrying a hint of joy and anticipation.

During the previous autumn hunting, Princess Chengyang was unable to join the group due to a sudden cold and had to stay in Shangjing to recuperate.

"Is mom's cold better?" Zheng Xiyan walked up and asked with concern. Her eyes were full of worry, as if she was afraid that her mother might be unwell.

Princess Chengyang smiled and took her hand, patted it gently, and said, "Everything is fine now. You don't have to worry about your mother." Her voice was soft and firm, revealing the power of maternal love.

Zheng Xiyan breathed a sigh of relief, with a relieved smile on her face. She then glanced at Biluo who was standing beside her. Biluo nodded knowingly and quietly withdrew with the palace servants. "I'll take my leave." Her voice was respectful and low.

After the palace servants left, Zheng Xiyan asked in a low voice: "Mother, have you come to the palace? Does father have anything to tell you?" There was a hint of nervousness and anticipation in her voice.

Princess Chengyang sighed and said slowly: "It was your father who allowed me to enter the palace. This time I saved Prince Xiang, and he wants to know what you think. Do you really want to believe Prince Xiang?" There was a hint of worry and uneasiness in her eyes.

Zheng Xiyan was silent for a moment. She had hesitated and struggled in her heart, but now she had made up her mind. King Xiang was indeed a rare helper for her. She raised her head, looked at her mother firmly, and said, "Mother, I don't know why, but I just want to trust him this time."

Princess Chengyang looked at her daughter's determined eyes and couldn't help but tremble in her heart. She knew that the King of Xiang was very scheming, and not everyone could match him. But seeing her daughter so determined, she couldn't bear to persuade her any more. She sighed and said, "Of course your father doesn't really believe in the King of Xiang. The King of Xiang is a scheming man. He was the candidate for the crown prince that the late emperor had his eyes on. If it weren't for his status as a concubine, he would probably be the one sitting on the throne now."

Zheng Xiyan's heart was in turmoil when she heard her mother's words. But she quickly regained her composure and said, "Mother, I understand what you mean. But I also know that if I don't help him this time, the power of the Ming King in the court will become even more rampant. Moreover, Lu Ran beside Your Majesty said that the Xiang King hopes that I can get what I want."

After hearing this, Princess Chengyang suddenly understood. She looked at her daughter's determined eyes and knew that she had made a decision. She sighed and said, "Mother understands. Since you choose to believe him, you must think clearly about the consequences you will have to bear."

Zheng Xiyan nodded and said, "Don't worry, mother. I understand." There was a hint of determination and firmness in her eyes.

"it is good!"

The Prince of Xiang's mansion was now shrouded in a solemn atmosphere. Ever since Prince of Xiang returned from the temporary palace, he had become a different person, locking himself up in the study, as if he were cut off from the world. His back, illuminated by the lights in the study, looked lonely and heavy.

Jing Yang was sent by the King of Xiang to handle an urgent matter, and finally returned to the palace this morning. He was exhausted, and just after crossing the gate of the palace, he was ready to go straight to the study to report to the King of Xiang. However, at the moment he was about to step into the study, he was stopped by the King of Xiang's wife.

"Stop!" Princess Xiang's voice was as cold as ice, with unquestionable majesty.

Jing Yang looked up and saw that it was the princess. He immediately stopped and bowed respectfully: "I greet the princess. May your majesty be well."

"Get up." Princess Xiang said lightly, her eyes swept over Jingyang with a bit of scrutiny.

"Thank you, Princess." Jingyang stood up and was about to move forward, but was stopped by the princess again: "What does the prince want you to do?"

Jingyang's face was grim. He knew that this question involved the prince's secrets and could not be easily disclosed. He bowed his head and answered respectfully: "Princess, please forgive me. This is related to the prince. I cannot reveal a single word."

"What did you say?" Princess Xiang's voice suddenly raised, and a hint of anger flashed in her eyes.

"Princess, please forgive me." Jingyang bowed his head again, his voice firm.

Princess Xiang's face darkened, and her anger surged in her chest. Seeing this, the maid beside her hurried forward to persuade her: "Princess, Jingyang is after all someone close to the prince. If he can't say it, it must be because of the prince's order."

Princess Xiang snorted coldly, staring at Jing Yang's back, her heart full of doubts and uneasiness. She guessed that the King of Xiang must have concealed something important, and this matter was related to her and her children's future.

"Princess, why are you doing this?" the maid advised softly, "What good will it bring to you if you go against the prince like this?"

Princess Xiang turned around abruptly and glared at the maid: "What do you know? I can't just watch the prince lose his ambition and become a tool for others!" Her voice was full of firmness and determination.

Princess Xiang's anger and anxiety grew even worse. She sighed, her tone revealing deep worry: "What do you know? I can't just watch the prince lose his ambition and become a tool for others' schemes."

The guard still looked confused. He scratched his head and responded cautiously: "Princess, what are you talking about? I really don't understand."

Princess Xiang shook her head slightly, a hint of disappointment flashed in her eyes, but more of it was determination: "Of course you don't understand. If even you understand, then everyone in the world will understand."

In the study, Jing Yang stood outside the door, took a deep breath, and tried to calm his nervousness and anxiety. He said softly, "Your Majesty, I, Jing Yang, would like to see you."

The steady voice of King Xiang came from the study: "Come in!"

Jingyang opened the door and walked into the study. King Xiang was sitting at the desk, practicing calligraphy with great concentration. His handwriting was vigorous and powerful, just like his tenacious character. Jingyang came to King Xiang and saluted respectfully: "I greet the prince, may the prince be well."

King Xiang raised his head, put down the pen in his hand, and his eyes stayed on Jing Yang for a moment, then he said lightly: "Don't be so polite."

Jingyang stood up and bowed his head slightly: "Thank you, Your Majesty."

King Xiang seemed to have anticipated Jing Yang's arrival. He asked directly, "Has Duke Zheng agreed?" His voice revealed a sense of urgency and expectation. It was obvious that this issue was of vital importance to him.