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

Wang Yirong took Wang Qing's letter and went straight to Dian's yard. She looked frightened and at a loss, and handed the letter to Dian with trembling hands.

"Madam, my father tested the porridge with a silver knife... and then gave me this letter."

Dian opened the letter and saw the contents, and couldn't help but sneer.

She was worrying about how to kill Wang Qing, but she didn't expect that he started to do stupid things.

How could he threaten King Jing?

Wang Yirong was kneeling on the ground, her face pale, obviously frightened.

Wang Qing was not dead. He gave Wang Yirong a letter. He did not eat the bowl of poisoned porridge.

Dian concealed the coldness on her face and said to Wang Yirong, "Your father made a big mistake. If you want to save us, you can only divorce. But he is selfish and cold-hearted. He would rather tie us up and accompany him in his dying struggle than consider us at all. Only when he dies and everything is cut off from him, can we be safe."

After that, she glanced at Wang Yirong and asked her with a critical look: "Rong'er, do you want to live, or go to jail with your father?"

She said a lot, but never mentioned why she asked Wang Yirong to send it off.

Wang Yirong sneered in her heart, but pretended to be afraid and said hurriedly: "Madam, please spare my life. Rong'er wants to live."

Dian was very satisfied with her answer, and said with a smile: "Go, give the letter to King Jing, and you will survive."

Her voice was cold, vicious and heartless.

Wang Yirong seemed to have suffered a great blow. She stood up and took the letter from Dian's hand with a pale face.

Dian looked at her and said, "Go to Prince Jing's mansion and tell Prince Jing a few words for me."

*

Xiao Changan couldn't help but curl his lips when he looked at the reply letter.

The fish was hooked.

In the future, both the throne and the person will be within his reach.

At this time, the servant came in and reported that Wang Yirong wanted to see her.

He put the letter in his arms, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes, and said lightly: "Let her in."

Wang Yirong walked in with the help of the servant and bowed to Xiao Changan respectfully, "May your highness the King of Jing live forever."

Xiao Changan said gently, "Miss Wang, why do you want to see me?"

He could probably guess what she came for. It was nothing more than the Wang couple asking her to plead for Wang Qing and save their family and Wang Qing's life.

Xiao Changan had his own plan in mind.

As long as he could control Xiao Yu, protecting their family would be a piece of cake.

Wang Yirong stood up straight, lowered her eyebrows and said, "My father wrote a letter and asked me to give it to His Royal Highness Prince Jing."

The servant handed the letter to Xiao Changan. Xiao Changan took the letter and saw the contents. His face suddenly turned cold, and then he laughed out loud.

He glanced at the letter, raised his lips and asked Wang Yirong: "Wang Qing wants to threaten me? Has he thought it through?"

Xiao Changan spoke slowly, showing no anger or fear after being threatened.

Wang Yirong was confused, not knowing what King Jing was thinking, so she knelt down and said fearfully, "Your Highness, please forgive me. I didn't know! My father only asked me to deliver the letter."

Xiao Changan's face was cold.

It seems that the plan to ask Xiao Yu to rescue Wang Qing can be abandoned.

He said to Wang Yirong in a cold voice: "The witness has already returned to Beijing. He is bound to go to jail. Let him shut up in there. If he says one more word, he knows the consequences."

"get out!"

After Wang Yirong returned, she told Wang Qing truthfully what Xiao Changan had said.

The stone in Wang Qing's heart fell to the ground temporarily.

As long as Prince Jing is involved and loses the emperor's favor, it will be much more difficult for him to seize the throne.

"Go away! You don't have to come visit me without your father's order!"

Seeing Wang Qing's vigilant look, Wang Yirong quietly retreated, feeling relieved.

Soon, he will have nothing.