After rebirth, she turned around and married the emperor's uncle and tore the scumbag apart

"Your Highness, please forgive me. Wang Qing... is not dead."

The light from the lantern flickered in the cold wind. Xiao Changan stood in the corridor with his back to Lu Ming. Lu Ming could not see his face clearly, but he saw that his fists were clenched and his knuckles were white.

"What's going on!" Xiao Changan asked in a deep voice.

Lu Ming lowered his head. "I was about to succeed, but a woman suddenly appeared out of nowhere. She was very skilled in martial arts, and I was no match for her."

After saying that, he quickly added, "But Wang Qing was stabbed by me, so he will definitely not be able to get out of bed for the next two days."

After a long time, Xiao Changan slowly loosened his hand, turned around, and his face, which was sometimes bright and sometimes dim, showed a gentle expression.

"Go to Jiangnan in person. That idiot prefect has family members. If he can't go in person, find a way to take action against his family members. In any case, he can't come to Beijing."

Lu Ming nodded, "Yes, Your Highness."

He paused, "But what about Wang Qing? This is a good opportunity!"

Xiao Changan curled his lips slightly and smiled elegantly, "I have my own arrangements for this matter. You go to Jiangnan tonight, so there will be no delay."

Lu Ming cupped his hands, "Yes! I will do my best to complete it. Your Highness, take care!"

"Well, take care of yourself too, and come back alive."

Hearing Xiao Changan's concern, Lu Ming's eyes flickered. He bowed solemnly, turned around and disappeared at the end of the corridor.

Xiao Changan walked slowly into the study and turned on the light.

On the table, there is a picture of a beauty.

The beauty in the painting is dressed in gorgeous crimson purple clothes and a purple crystal hairpin on her head, which makes her look cool, noble, and a little charming.

There was a poem attached to the woman.

"The jade-like bones are spotless, the skin is as white as ice and as white as fat. The graceful and elegant posture is naturally charming. The red curtain sways and dances, and the jade steps are empty when I turn around."

The handwriting is smooth and flowing.

"You have such bad taste!"

"First it was that loser Xiao Changshi, and now it's that sickly Xiao Yu!"

"Why have you never seen me in all these years?"

Xiao Changan's fingers gently stroked the beauty's red lips, his eyes filled with

After a moment, he put his fingers on his thin lips and rubbed them gently.

"Wait! I will make you get on my bed willingly!"

*

Mrs. Wang was in the hall looking at the embroidered handkerchief that Wang Yirong had sent her. On it were scenes that Wang Jingshu had once shown off to Wang Yirong.

Looking at the lifelike and exquisite embroidery, Madam Wang gave Wang Yirong an approving look, "Rong'er, well done! Shu'er's condition has improved a lot recently, and she no longer cries or makes a fuss. I believe that after a while, Shu'er will be completely well again."

Wang Yirong lowered her head respectfully and listened to Mrs. Wang speak, her expression could not be seen clearly.

"It is Rong'er's wish that my sister can get better, but..."

She stopped talking midway, seeming to be in great difficulty.

Madam Wang asked kindly, "If you have anything to say, please feel free to speak up. There is no one else here."

The only people in the room were Madam Wang, her personal maid, and Wang Yirong; everyone else was waiting outside the hall.

Wang Yirong paused, as if she had mustered up her courage before speaking, "My method won't work much better. It won't cure the root cause."

"All of my sister's worries are caused by His Royal Highness Prince Jing. My sister still can't get over it. If I want her to get better, I can only find a way to get His Royal Highness Prince Jing to comfort her."

Mrs. Wang suppressed her emotions and glanced at Wang Yirong.

"Rong'er is very thoughtful at a young age. But Shu'er was not sensible before, and she had many conflicts with you. I never thought you would be willing to help her like this."

She said it lightly and casually.

In the past, Mrs. Wang and Wang Jingshu often suppressed Wang Yirong.

Although Wang Yirong has regained her status as the second young lady, to this day, Mrs. Wang still does not allow her to call her mother.

Wang Yirong stood there with her eyebrows lowered and her eyes lowered. She hesitated for a moment before speaking with difficulty, "I am of humble status, but Madam and my sister have allowed me to have enough food in the mansion, and I don't have to fawn over guests and learn cheap tricks to please people like I did in the brothel before. They have done the best for me. If I am still not satisfied and feel resentful, I may be sent back to the brothel. Madam, I don't want to live through those days anymore."

She didn't bother to explain, and her voice trembled slightly when she spoke.

Mrs. Wang raised the corner of her mouth with a hint of subtle sarcasm.

He has some self-awareness and knows that he is not something that can be put on the table.

"Just tell me what you think about Shu'er and King Jing."

Wang Yirong raised her eyes slightly and spoke softly, "Now, my handkerchief has little effect. Sister is concerned about His Royal Highness Prince Jing, I'm afraid, I'm afraid that His Royal Highness Prince Jing will come down."

After saying this, she stopped talking and stood with her head down.

Mrs. Wang pondered for a moment, then waved her hand and asked her to leave.

At this moment, the servant came running to report in a panic, "Madam, it's bad, something has happened to the master!"

Wang Yirong followed Mrs. Wang to the door and saw Wang Qing covered in blood and unconscious.

"Father?" She called out tremblingly, but Wang Qing didn't respond. She didn't know whether he was dead or not.

Madam Wang frowned and ordered the servant in a cold voice, "Carry the master in."

After asking another servant to find a doctor, Mrs. Wang and the servant carried Wang Qing back to the bedroom.

"How could he be injured!" Mrs. Wang asked the coachman in a cold voice with a sullen face.

The servant was so frightened that he fell to his knees with a plop, "Madam, I don't know either!"

Then he told Mrs. Wang everything that happened on the way.

Madam Wang frowned and looked at the person on the bed.

He had grown a beard, his once handsome face had faded, his forehead was marked by wrinkles from the years, his skin was no longer fair, but had taken on a wheatish color.

In a blink of an eye, they had been arguing for more than ten years.

After a long while, Mrs. Wang asked the maid to hand over a pair of scissors, and with disgust she helped Wang Qing to undress his blood-stained robe.

The maid next to her looked at her uncomfortable expression and asked in a low voice: "Madam, please let this servant come!"

"No need!"

Mrs. Wang continued to cut Wang Qing's clothes, and soon her hands were covered in blood.

The servants beside were all surprised that the lady could have such a good temper! And she was quarreling with the master every day!

Wang Yirong looked at the unconscious Wang Qing and couldn't help but sneer in her heart.

You reap what you sow, and the retribution has finally begun!

But it would be too easy for him to die like this!

Even if he died, he wanted to see his family destroyed, his official position and title dismissed, and all he had lost, in agony, only then could he repay the suffering her mother had endured and the pain of her mother's family being destroyed.