The legitimate daughter is reborn and the fake Bai Lian is completely panicked

When the jailers of the Dali Temple saw Murong Che's guards tie up Lord Zhou, the Minister of the Dali Temple, none of them dared to say a word.

The prison was filled with the smell of blood, and Zhang Huaian had been tortured to the point of being covered in blood.

Outside the Dali Temple, it was drizzling.

A cool breeze blew, and two carriages appeared out of the dark night.

One belonged to the Yongchang Marquis Mansion, and the other belonged to Shen Mi.

Shen Mi went to Prince Rui's mansion and learned that the Fourth Master had come to the Dali Temple, so she hurried over.

After the carriage stopped in front of the Dali Temple, two guards gradually came out supporting Zhang Huaian, who was covered in blood.

The moment they saw Zhang Huaian, Yongchang Hou and Yongchang Hou couldn't help but rush in.

"An'er."

Mrs. Zhang was trembling all over. Seeing Zhang Huaian being tortured like this, she couldn't help but cry.

Although Zhang Huaian is not her biological son, he has been raised in the Yongchang Marquis Mansion for so many years.

He is filial and well-mannered. He was the top student in high school at a young age. Although he is occasionally willful and naughty, he is also a sensible child.

He is good-looking and knowledgeable, and is considered a famous young talent in the whole of Yanjing.

Many high-ranking families in Yanjing City hoped to find a son-in-law like him.

For so many years, Mrs. Zhang had raised him as the Zhang family's legitimate son.

I hope that one day he can become successful, stand in front of Emperor Ren De, and tell him that the former queen did not have an affair with the guards, and that he is a real prince.

However, she waited for so many years, and finally revealed his identity to King Rui early on.

Marquis Yongchang and his wife had their servants carry the dying Zhang Huaian to the carriage, and then Murong Che came out of the Dali Temple with his men.

Marquis Yongchang walked over, lifted his robe and knelt in front of Murong Che.

"Please, King Rui, give us some more time at Yongchang Marquis Mansion."

"Your Highness, please keep An'er's identity a secret."

As he finished speaking, Shen Mi also got off the carriage.

He seemed to understand the deeper meaning behind Marquis Yongchang's words.

Zhang Huaian’s identity.

Murong Che stood under the light and shadow, his eyes as black as ink. The dim light and shadow fell on his chiseled face, making him look mysterious and handsome.

He replied calmly, "No."

"Why?" asked Marquis Yongchang.

Murong Che's face was grim: "I will personally take him to do a blood test with that person."

"Wash my mother the humiliation she suffered in her lifetime."

Yongchang Marquis: "Prince Rui, why are you doing this?"

"The blood test is a humiliation to the late queen."

"What's more, this matter involves our Yongchang Marquis Mansion."

Murong Che had a blank expression on his face, his eyes fixed on Madam Zhang who was standing beside Marquis Yongchang.

"Over the years, your Yongchang Marquis Mansion has made some contributions, but at least it has worked hard."

"You are not wrong. The one who is wrong is His Majesty. It was his suspicion that harmed three people."

Perhaps only Murong Che could say such arrogant words.

No one around dared to say much.

Madam Zhang stepped forward and said, "If His Royal Highness Prince Rui insists on doing this, His Majesty will punish our Zhang family one day."

"I hope that His Royal Highness Prince Rui can protect our entire Zhang family."

"nature."

"Don't worry, this matter will not implicate your Zhang family."

At this moment, Shen Mi walked to Murong Che's side.

"Fourth Master, Mr. Zhang is injured now. We have to go back and ask the doctor to treat him. We can't delay any longer."

Murong Che nodded, "Yes."

He glanced at Lord Zhou who was covered in blood beside him and said coldly, "Lord Zhou, there are many tortures in the Dali Temple prison."

"It just so happens that there is also a prison in the Rui Palace. Why don't we go in and see if the Dali Temple has more tortures or the Rui Palace?"

"Take him down."

As the cold voice fell, Lord Zhou, the Minister of Dali Temple, turned pale instantly.

"Your Highness, please spare my life."

"I don't know the identity of Prince Zhang."

"Your Highness Prince Rui, please spare my life."

But no matter how he begged for mercy, Murong Che remained calm.

In the night rain, drops of water fell from the eaves of the house. Although it was late at night, the Yongchang Marquis Mansion was brightly lit.

Old Madam Zhang sat in the front hall of the Zhang family, her eyes red from crying.

It wasn't until I saw the Yongchang Marquis and his wife bringing Zhang Huaian back that I finally felt relieved.

"An'er."

She stood up from the chair with her crutches and saw the guards helping Zhang Huaian, who was covered in blood, into the inner room.

"Grandfather, the prince is finally back."

"Help me go take a look." Old Madam Zhang, leaning on a cane, walked towards Zhang Huaian's inner room under the guidance of the nanny.

At this moment, the Shen family.

It was late at night, raindrops were dripping from the windowsill, and Shen Li suddenly woke up from her dream.

"Huai'an."

She trembled, got out of bed, and put on her clothes in a hurry.

She opened the door of the room with a creak, and it was chilly outside.

"Snow White." She called softly, and soon she heard footsteps coming in the night.

"Miss."

It’s Qinghe’s voice.

Qing He ran over in the heavy rain, "Miss, the second young lady asked me to tell you something."

"Prince Zhang was rescued by His Royal Highness Prince Rui and has now returned to the Zhang family."

"Let the young lady rest in peace."

"Really? Mi'er wouldn't lie to me, right?" Shen Li was a little unconvinced.

Qing He: "Miss won't lie to you."

"Our young lady asked Yunlan to come back and pass on the news. She should be back soon."

Shen Li nodded after getting a positive answer.

"That's good."

In the middle of the night, Murong Che escorted Shen Mi back to the Shen family before turning around and leaving.

He has more important things to do.

……

The next day, the court.

Murong Che made a big fuss in the Dali Temple, causing an uproar in the entire court early in the morning.

The officials in the court, headed by Duke Lin, submitted memorials to the emperor, implicating Murong Che.

But these few days, Murong Che has not attended court, but is dealing with military affairs.

Emperor Ren De took the memorial and took only a glance at it before throwing it onto the table.

Upon seeing the situation, Duke Lin hurriedly stepped out from among the civil and military officials.

"Your Majesty, Prince Rui has now disregarded the laws of Dayan to such an extent. If we allow him to continue to act so willfully, I'm afraid the entire Dayan will be in chaos."

"The Dali Temple Minister is a third-rank official, and he dares to openly beat and imprison people. If he continues like this, I'm afraid that Great Yan will..."

"His Majesty!"

"Your Majesty, please issue an order to punish King Rui!"

"Prince Rui has always been arrogant and domineering in Yanjing City. Now this matter also involves the arson of Wanfu Temple."

"If we allow Prince Rui to continue like this, our Great Yan will have no future, Your Majesty!"

The civil and military officials behind him responded in unison, "Your Majesty, please issue an order to punish King Rui!"

"Your Majesty, please punish King Rui!"

The whole of Yanjing knows that Murong Che is lawless.

In the past, he had massacred some minor officials, but now he even imprisoned the Chief Justice of the Dali Temple, a third-rank official.

It is conceivable how much the officials in the court hated him.

However, although Murong Che holds great power, he disdains the throne, not to mention that there is now a crown prince.

Emperor Ren De sat upright on the dragon throne, narrowed his eyes and signaled to the eunuch beside him.

"Go call Prince Rui. I want to ask him what's going on."

"No need." At this moment, a cold voice suddenly sounded outside the court.

The officials looked back and saw a man in black walking in from the hall with an expressionless face.

The morning sun fell on him, stretching his shadow very long.

Murong Che had a cold face and a slender body. The silver armor on the tip of his right little finger was somewhat dazzling in the morning light.

The Ruyi jade pendant on his waist swayed slightly as he walked.

Behind him followed Zhang Huaian, who was frail and had pale lips.