The real daughter's life was stolen, and she was reborn and became the best in the capital

When Wu Ji hurried to the imperial mausoleum, it was already dark.

The rain was still falling, continuously, and even heavier than in the afternoon.

"who!"

The soldiers guarding the imperial mausoleum saw a man wearing a straw raincoat and wiping his face while dismounting from his horse, and they hurriedly took up their spears and shouted to stop him.

Wu Ji hid the bundle under his straw raincoat to prevent the contents from getting wet, and he took a token of the Chang'an Palace and showed it to the soldiers in front of him.

When the soldiers saw this, they quickly retracted their spears and immediately became respectful: "So you are brothers from the palace. Please come in. The prince is in front of the tomb of the late emperor."

Wu Ji had accompanied the prince here before, so he naturally knew where the late emperor's mausoleum was.

He took a lantern handed to him by the soldier, said thank you in a gruff voice, and strode forward.

At this time, in front of the tomb of the late emperor, the soldiers and officials guarding the imperial mausoleum were persuading Gu Mingheng with a panicked look on their faces, asking him to go back and rest first.

Gu Mingheng ignored it and even asked someone to take back the rain gear.

The scar on his forehead had already solidified. Gu Mingheng let the rain wash over his face, still kneeling straight in front of the mausoleum: "You guys go down. I came here to reflect on my mistakes, not to enjoy myself. You don't have to pay attention to me."

"This……"

The officials guarding the imperial tomb were hesitant.

Just as I was about to speak, I suddenly heard hurried footsteps behind me.

When he looked back, he saw a man wearing rain gear walking towards him. He didn't recognize who the man was, but seeing the man walking quickly towards him and calling "Prince", he could guess his identity. He should be from the Chang'an Palace.

He hurried over and said, "Guard, please try to persuade the prince. It's raining so hard and he's injured. If he continues to kneel, he will definitely get sick."

When Wu Ji saw the wound on Gu Mingheng's face, he was also shocked.

It was surprising enough that the prince would be punished by His Majesty to reflect on his mistakes in the imperial mausoleum, but it was unexpected that the prince was injured.

Don't dare to think too much.

He first thanked the official and then hurried away.

Not knowing what happened, Wu Ji did not dare to guess for a moment, and could only whisper: "Your Majesty, it's raining too hard today, why don't you go down and rest first?"

Knowing that the prince would not agree, he quickly added, "It was Eunuch Zhongning who sent someone to the palace to pass on the message. This must be the intention of His Majesty. If you get sick later, His Majesty will still be worried."

After hearing this, Gu Mingheng was silent for a moment.

But soon, he said without turning back, "No need, you take them down, I will kneel for a full hour and then go down to rest."

"Your Majesty..."

"Go down."

Gu Mingheng's voice was not harsh, but it was still impossible to disobey.

Wu Ji knew that he had made up his mind and it was impossible for him to persuade him. He couldn't help but regret it in his heart. If he had known this would happen, he should have gone to the Princess's Mansion to talk to the Princess.

At a time like this, perhaps only the princess could persuade the prince.

In such a heavy rain, if the prince really kneels here for a whole night, how can he possibly hold on? He was thinking about whether he should go back to the city now.

"What are you thinking?"

Suddenly, I heard the master's words.

Wu Ji was startled and replied subconsciously: "I didn't think about anything."

The voice unconsciously became stuttering.

But how could Gu Mingheng not know what he was thinking? He looked at Wu Ji's evasive gaze and said in a deep voice, "What happened today must not be spread to the Princess's Mansion. You and Qing Xin, whoever dares to let her know, will no longer have to follow me in the future!"

Gu Mingheng never said such a thing.

Wu Ji's expression changed, and he shouted, "Prince!"

Facing his master's silent gaze, Wu Ji lowered his head helplessly: "Got it, I will write a letter to Qing Xin and the others, and will not let the princess know."

Gu Mingheng heaved a sigh of relief after hearing him say this. He continued to face the mausoleum in front of him and said, "Go down."

"……Yes."

Wu Ji responded and left.

As he walked back, several officials and soldiers saw him coming and hurried over to ask, "Your Majesty, are you still unwilling to go down and rest?"

Wu Ji shook his head: "The prince has made up his mind, I can't change it."

"Please take my bag down for me, and ask the kitchen to make ginger soup. Please ask the doctor to prepare it. I will stay here with our prince."

No one in the Chang'an Palace could persuade him, so the officials guarding the mausoleum naturally had no idea what to do.

He sighed and could only nod in response: "I will prepare it right away."

After he said that, he took his bag and left.

Before leaving, he asked someone to bring an umbrella and asked Wu Ji to hold it.

Wu Ji didn't refuse. He took it in his hand after thanking him.

……

"It's raining really hard tonight."

Hua Sui patted the rain off his body and walked into the house while talking.

Chunyu was embroidering in the house, while Mingjin was painting in the outer room.

I just don’t know if it’s because the rain is too noisy, or because of what I heard about Princess Chang’an when I went out today, Mingjin’s heart can’t calm down.

Looking at the painting that was almost finished, Ming Jin closed his eyes, hoping to calm himself down so that he could continue painting. However, his heart did not calm down as the rain outside never stopped.

Ming Jin sighed, but finally put down his pen.

"Master, have you finished painting?"

Hua Sui heard the noise and came in with a smile.

The master had been in seclusion these few days, painting in the house. She thought that the master had finished the painting by now.

Ming Jin said, "No, I'm not in the mood today. Let's continue tomorrow."

She was afraid that if she continued to paint like this, the painting would not turn out well and would ruin the original good painting, so she simply gave up.

Hua Sui didn't think much about it.

I just thought that the master was also disturbed by the rain.

She said, "The rain is really heavy. It's giving me a headache. I don't know when it will stop."

Ming Jin didn't say anything. He just held the handkerchief in his hand, wiping his hands while looking out the window.

She also wanted to know when the rain would stop.

When will her heart be at peace?

*

The next day.

Someone came from the Marquis' Mansion and told them about the Qianqiu Banquet.

The Queen ordered her to go to the palace with her, so Princess Fuhua sent someone to ask her if she wanted to go.

Zhou Zhaoru was going to accompany Mingyao that day.

Princess Fuhua asked this question because she was afraid that she might mind.

If Mingjin didn't want to go, she would go back and find an excuse to Queen Yuan.

"You go and tell grandmother that I will go to the Marquis' Mansion to wait for her that day." This means that he has agreed to go.

After hearing this, the man took his leave.

Mingjin continued to paint at home that day.

Fortunately, today was a good day with clear sky. Her mood had improved a lot after this night, and she finished painting the Guanyin statue as scheduled.

She also asked Chunyu to call a painter to come and frame the painting, but she herself did not go out.

Not even two days.

It’s the Qianqiu Banquet.

Early in the morning of that day, Mingjin was woken up by Aunt Pei.

She has the title of princess, and the palace also issued several sets of princess clothing. Today's Qianqiu Banquet is a big event, so she naturally has to wear formal clothes.

Aunt Pei and Chunyu helped her dress up.

After Mingjin finished breakfast, he took Chunyu and Huasui out with gifts.

I will go to the palace today.

Yingge’s identity was not suitable, so Mingjin did not take her with him.

What's more, the palace has strict rules. Even if I bring Ying Ge with me, I can't protect her closely. It's better to let her rest at home.

She had been running around a lot recently because of Dong Zhiyao's matter.

The air is nice today.

The curtain of the carriage was half rolled up, and when passing by the Chang'an Palace, Ming Jin unconsciously glanced outside.

Chunyu had also heard about Princess Chang'an early on.

Seeing the Chang'an Palace at this time, he couldn't help but say: "I don't know who will be the candidate for the Chang'an Princess."

"I heard that Miss Zhao and Miss Lu have been in the palace for a few days. I wonder if His Majesty has seen them?"

"I hope that the prince will not get married so soon. If he gets married, he will definitely not be able to take care of the master like he does now in the future." Hua Sui muttered softly.

Ming Jin was originally staring outside in a daze. Upon hearing this, he immediately frowned and shouted, "Nonsense!"

This was the first time she lost her temper with Hua Sui.

Not only Hua Sui, but even Chun Yu was startled and hurriedly pulled Hua Sui down to kneel.

"Master, don't be angry."

Ming Jin looked at the two men's pale faces and pressed his eyebrows with a headache.

"Get up."

She did not continue to blame them, but continued: "Don't say such things in the future. The prince treats me well, and we should hope that the prince will be well."

Hua Sui buried her face in shame: "Stop it, I won't say such things again."

Ming Jin didn't say much, just asked the two of them to get up.

After that, the master and his servants didn't speak again.

Due to the Qianqiu Banquet today, there was inevitably some traffic on the road, and the journey that originally took half an hour took a lot longer. When Ming Jin arrived at the Marquis' Mansion, Zhou Zhaoru and others had already packed up and were waiting at the gatehouse.

Princess Fuhua had not come yet, so she stood with Mingyao, waiting for Princess Fuhua to come.

The mother and daughter, who used to talk about everything, now stood on opposite sides and ignored each other.

If Ming Yuandu hadn't requested it, Zhou Zhaoru really didn't want to take Ming Yao out.

Every time she saw Ming Yao, she would think of how she was now deserted by everyone. Every time she saw her, she couldn't help but feel disgusted with her.

Especially Mingyao is no longer the same as before.

The girl who used to be so graceful has now become much thinner, silent and timid.

Whenever Zhou Zhaoru looked at her, he couldn't help but think of Ming Jin's graceful and elegant manner. Naturally, the more he looked at her, the more disgusted he became, and the more regretful he became.

"The princess is here." A greeting suddenly came from outside.

Zhou Zhaoru and Ming Yao reacted at the same time.

Mingyao moved, then quickly lowered her head.

Zhou Zhaoru looked outside without thinking, and saw Ming Jin walking towards him in a purple formal suit. From a distance, he felt that she looked glamorous and noble.

Zhou Zhaoru looked at it infatuatedly, and a thought flashed through his mind involuntarily.

This is her daughter, she should be standing with her...

They should have been the closest mother and daughter in the world.

Ming Jin also saw the two people. Although she was a little surprised, she had already expected the possibility of running into them, so naturally she would not have any extra reaction. She paused and then walked past them as usual.

She didn't avoid it on purpose.

When she walked in front of Zhou Zhaoru, she bowed as usual.

When Zhou Zhaoru saw her bowing and calling her mother, his face lit up with joy. Just as he was about to reach out to hold Mingjin's arm and talk, he saw her cold face again.

Such coldness made it impossible for her to reach out.

She was afraid that Mingjin would shake off her hand in public.

"…Get up."

In the end, she could only look at Mingjin and say this.

Ming Jin naturally stood up without saying a word.

"How have you been lately?" Zhou Zhaoru asked Ming Jin.

Ming Jin also replied truthfully: "Very good."

But when Zhou Zhaoru heard her say this, she felt very sad. She blamed Mingjin for his coldness and her decisiveness.

If she hadn't left, nothing would have turned out like this.

She couldn't help but look at Mingjin and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm not okay."

She wanted Mingjin to comfort her.

But when Mingjin heard this, he just looked at her in surprise and said, "Then take care of yourself."

This indifferent remark broke Zhou Zhaoru's heart. Her eyes turned red and she wanted to say something when she heard a noise behind her.

At the same time, there was also the voice of her distinguished mother-in-law.

"Yan Yan!"

The girl who had a cold expression in front of her, immediately changed into a different person when she heard this voice, and walked over with a beautiful smile.

"grandmother!"

Mingjin took the initiative to support the old man's arm.

Princess Fuhua smiled and patted her hands: "When did you come?"

Ming Jin smiled and said, "I just got here a while ago."

Princess Fuhua smiled, walked over and saw Zhou Zhaoru and Mingyao greeting her, and the smile on her face faded again.

"Let's go."

She said this lightly, and took Mingjin to the carriage in front.

Zhou Zhaoru felt more and more uncomfortable as she watched them leave. She lowered her eyes and walked to the carriage, but she didn't step firmly on the pedal.

"Mom, be careful!"

Seeing Zhou Zhaoru tilted her body, Ming Yao hurried over and supported her.

Zhou Zhaoru was helped by her to stand steadily.

Zhou Zhaoru had a complicated look at the undisguised concern on the girl's face. She had two sons and a daughter, but now only this person who had no blood relationship with her was still as close to her as usual.

But to think that all this trouble was caused by her.

If it weren't for her, how could the family become like this, and how could she become like this?

Thinking of this, Zhou Zhaoru's face immediately darkened again. Without saying a word, she shook off Ming Yao's arm, and without paying any attention to her staggering body, she got into the carriage with a gloomy face.

Mingyao was helped by Qianshuang to stand firmly outside.

Being watched by so many people, her face turned red, but she still got on the carriage and sat face to face with Zhou Zhaoru. However, he did not dare to get close to her as before, nor did he dare to speak.