Rebirth: The Two-Faced Cook Meets the Cold-Faced King Qin

It was late at night, the moonlight was like water on the stone road, and Suning walked out of the gate of the Qin Palace.

Her face was firm and resolute. She had already made up her mind.

She is ready for the storm that is coming.

Suning walked through the quiet streets and headed straight for the palace. The palace looked solemn and mysterious under the moonlight.

She walked into the gate of the palace and walked along the long palace road, step by step towards the magnificent hall.

As soon as he entered the hall, Suning felt a depressing atmosphere.

The emperor, the empress and Concubine Yao sat on the high throne, their eyes shot at her like sharp swords.

The emperor frowned and glared, his voice was like thunder: "Bold Su Ning, you actually killed your sister, do you admit your guilt?"

Suning knelt on the jade floor of the hall, a painful expression on her face.

She slowly raised her head, with endless sorrow in her voice:

"Your Majesty, my younger sister Jiajia and I have had a very good relationship since childhood.

I don't know why the emperor said that."

Her voice echoed in the hall, carrying with it endless desolation and sorrow.

The emperor frowned, obviously not expecting such a reaction from Suning.

Suning continued, "My sister and I have a deep affection for each other.

That night, I went to the prison just to see my sister and ask her if she had eaten well.

Did you sleep well? Your Majesty, please check. "

There was firmness and sincerity in Suning's words, and her eyes were shining with longing for her sister and desire for justice.

The hall was silent, with only Su Ning's voice echoing, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples.

The emperor looked at Su Ning kneeling below, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He was silent for a moment, as if thinking about something.

Concubine Yao opened her red lips slightly, and her charming voice rang out in the hall:

“Your Majesty, there have been rumors in the palace recently that Su Ning’s words and deeds are improper.

What was even more shocking was that someone in the palace saw with their own eyes that she was actually in the cell that night.

This matter is of no trivial importance. The palace rules are strict. How can we allow her to trample on them so wantonly?

Even if she doesn't need to be severely punished, she should at least be detained for half a month to serve as a warning to others and to demonstrate the rule of law in the palace."

There was an unquestionable firmness in her words, as if she was providing strong support for the emperor's decision.

The atmosphere in the hall became solemn, and all eyes turned to Suning, waiting for the emperor's final decision.

At this time, the emperor was sitting upright on the dragon throne, his brows were furrowed and his eyes were sharp.

He pondered for a moment, and finally spoke slowly:

"Yaopin, I understand your concerns. The palace rules and regulations should not be ignored.

However, the Suning incident still needs further investigation and no hasty conclusions can be drawn."

The emperor's words revealed a calmness and prudence. He was not swayed by Concubine Yao's words.

Instead, they chose a more prudent approach.

Su Ning stood in the center of the hall, facing the scrutiny of everyone, her expression remained as calm as water.

When Concubine Yao heard this, a hint of displeasure flashed across her face, but she didn't dare to say much.

She knew very well that the emperor's authority could not be challenged, and could only secretly hope that the emperor would make a decision in accordance with palace rules.

Su Ning stood in the hall, his shoulders trembling, tears welling up in his eyes.

Finally I couldn't hold it back anymore.

Crystal tears slid down her pale cheeks.

Her voice was choked and trembling as she spoke of her deep friendship with her sister Jiajia:

“My servant and I have been like brothers since we were young, supporting each other.

I went to the prison just to ask her if she had eaten well and slept well.

I have absolutely no intention of harming her, and even less of rebelling against the imperial court."

She looked up at the emperor, her eyes full of pleading and helplessness:

"If someone must go to jail, Suning is willing to bear the responsibility.

But I have one request, if I have to go to jail, I want to go to the most honorable prison in the palace."

Having said this, she deliberately glanced at Concubine Yao next to her, and a hint of determination and resoluteness flashed in her eyes.

Upon hearing this, the emperor frowned slightly and unconsciously glanced at Concubine Yao beside him.

At this moment, Concubine Yao seemed a little uneasy, as if she felt the pressure from both Suning and the Emperor's gazes.

The hall was completely silent, with only Suning's sobs echoing in the air.

Finally, the emperor gave the order:

"Since you are so determined, Suning, then we will do as you say. Come, send Suning to the prison."

Following the emperor's order, several guards came forward and prepared to take Su Ning away.

Suning did not resist, but followed them silently.

Just as the guards were about to leave the hall with Suning,

Concubine Yao looked up inadvertently and happened to catch Su Ning's gaze.

That look was cold and deep. Although Su Ning's eyes were filled with tears,

But it did not conceal the firmness and determination in her eyes.

An inexplicable chill suddenly surged in Yaopin's heart.

Suning's evil smile with tears in his eyes made her feel a chill down her spine.

That smile was both sad and beautiful, and revealed an indescribable strange charm.

As if to say: "Even if I am imprisoned, I have nothing to fear."

This was the first time that Concubine Yao saw such a complicated expression on Suning's face.

The mixture of coldness and evil charm made her shiver.

Suning was escorted into the gloomy and deep prison. She sat quietly on the simple straw mat.

However, a ghostly smile exactly like Ye Hanxing's appeared on his face.

In the dim light, her expression seemed unusually calm, as if this prison was just another quiet residence for her.

In her heart, however, Su Qianqian's voice echoed:

"Ning'er, I didn't expect you to be this capable. But why do you have to go to jail?"

Su Qianqian asked doubtfully.

Suning murmured in a low voice:

"Turning light into darkness, making the other party think she succeeded, do you know what "overpraising to death" means?"

Her voice echoed in the empty cell, carrying a sense of determination and cunning.

At this moment, a young man's voice suddenly came from the cell on the other side:

"Miss Su, what a good plan." There was a hint of approval and surprise in her voice.

Suning tilted his head slightly, as if listening to this sudden comment.

She didn't respond, but her smile became deeper. Su Ning asked in confusion, "Who are you?"

The man slowly stood up. He was wearing a green shirt, with an upright figure and a handsome face.

It reveals an elegant atmosphere.

His hair was neatly combed behind his head and fixed with a jade hairpin, making him look more gentle and refined.

Suning stared at the stranger in front of him, his heart full of doubts.

The scholar said slowly: "My name is Nangong Wen."

Suning was in the prison, but he did not seem too panicked. He just looked at the stranger who suddenly appeared with a scrutinizing look.

Nangong Wen stood in another cell and talked to Su Ning through the iron bars.

His face seemed a little hazy under the dim light, but it could not conceal his elegant temperament.

He spoke slowly, his voice steady and firm:

"Miss Su, I admire your strategy."

Suning pulled the corner of his mouth slightly, revealing a bitter smile:

"Nangong Wen, why did you end up in the Heavenly Prison? The prisoners here are all people who have committed heinous crimes and are waiting to be put to death."

Nangong Wen shook his head and said seriously, "Miss Su misunderstood. I just picked a flower from Concubine Xuan."

When Su Ning heard this, a strange light flashed in his eyes:

"Flowers? What flowers?"

Nangong Wen smiled slightly, with a sly look in his eyes: "A red flower from a foreign land, called Red Lotus."

Su Ning couldn't help but look suspicious, thinking:

"On the day Kunchi died,

I don't know when a red potted plant was placed in her study," she asked anxiously:

“Is this flower bright red like fire and fragrant?”

Nangong Wen nodded and said, "Yes, how did Miss Su know about this flower? Is she also a medical lover?"

At this moment, Concubine Yao slowly came into the cell.