After His Majesty was reborn, the poor little girl in his previous life was spoiled to death

In the Buddhist shrine, Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva holds a nine-ring staff in one hand and a Mani Pearl in the other, looking compassionate and solemn. He sits in meditation on a lotus throne, with a pair of lotus eyes slightly closed and half open, staring coldly at everything in front of him.

Liu Kui fell to the ground, her heart felt cold. She opened her mouth and then closed it weakly.

She knew, she actually knew, she must have known! Why would she need to say more about the revenge for killing her son?

In despair, Liu Kui suddenly had a flash of enlightenment in her mind. She widened her eyes in horror: "It's you, it's you!"

"You killed Zhu Xiao!"

She suddenly covered the back of her head: "That golden hairpin was taken away by you at that time, right? It was you who deliberately framed me!"

After lunch that day, she and Luo Miaoyun were talking privately in the room, but Ye Zhen came uninvited and was very attentive. He personally served the lady medicine and stayed for a long time before leaving.

At that time, Luo Miaoyun was distracted, and most of his attention was on her, so he didn't pay much attention to Ye Zhen's movements.

As soon as he thought of this, all the strange and weird things before flashed through Liu Kui's mind. Only Ye Zhen, only Ye Zhen, had the motive to do this!

It was a pity that I and my young lady were too kind-hearted. Seeing her half-dead appearance and unusually submissive over the years, I let her go lightly, thinking that she was a girl I had watched grow up.

Aunt Ye squatted down and smiled gently: "Madam Liu, you must speak with evidence for everything you say, and you can't be so rude and slanderous!"

Liu Kui was so frightened that she turned angry and yelled, "Evidence? What evidence do you need? It's incredible. She has grown stronger and is no longer the young girl she was back then! She actually did this to murder people and frame the mistress!"

Ye Zhen was neither anxious nor annoyed after hearing this. Instead, she laughed softly. She took out a flexible brocade handkerchief from her waist. It was gray in color and had no patterns at all.

On the right side of the table was a heavy gilded lotus vajra, which had become somewhat mottled due to age. Ye Zhen took some effort to lift it with one hand and then wrapped the handkerchief around it.

She turned her head, took a closer look at Liu Kui, and asked, "So, I was wrong?"

Seeing her strange reaction, Liu Kui was frightened, but he refused to show his fear and forced himself to spit: "That's right! You were originally the young lady's maid. You were blessed by heaven to be raised as a concubine. You were lucky enough to give birth to a son or a daughter. If it weren't for the master's kindness, how could you have given birth to such a thing?"

Ye Zhen weighed the copper-cast vajra with his hand and said with a smile, "Good, really good. So that's what you think. In this way, I think that in front of the Bodhisattva, you won't blame me for being cruel."

Her tone was slow, but her right hand moved very quickly. She suddenly raised the copper pestle and smashed it down hard!

Liu Kui was caught off guard and it was too late when she wanted to dodge. She only felt a heavy hammer hit her head, making her mind go blank. After a breath, a piercing pain came from her left eye.

"Ah!--" She covered her eyes and screamed heart-wrenchingly. Before she could say anything, Ye Zhen stuffed something into her mouth.

Ye Zhen said softly, "Mother Liu, I saved you. Don't bite your tongue off by accident."

Liu Kui was shaking with pain, twitching like crazy, blood gushed out of her eye sockets, dripping through her fingers as she lay down.

Ye Zhen raised the vajra in her hand and shook her head with some regret: "Half of my mother's eyeballs are on it. If you dirty the instrument, the Bodhisattva will blame you."

Liu Kui had already lost consciousness due to the severe pain. She was hunched over, mumbling something through her blocked mouth, and her throat made a heavy "hochi hochi" sound like a bellows.

Aunt Ye's posture was graceful, not as if she had just smashed someone's eye, but rather as if she was pounding medicine with a pestle. She untied the towel, placed it on the oil lamp and slowly lit it.

Blood foam mixed with grease made a sizzling sound. Ye Zhen quietly admired Liu Kui's wailing posture for a moment before she said, "Mom Liu, does it hurt?"

She stretched out her fingernail and flicked the copper pestle, which made a sound. "Do you want another one?"

Liu Kui finally came back to her senses from the pain. After hearing the voice, she shook her head frantically. She crawled on the ground and kept curling up her hands and feet, with blood and tears flowing from her only remaining right eye.

Ye Zhen smiled and said, "Wouldn't it be better if you just listened to me like this?"

Her pleasant voice sounded like a demon from hell to Liu Kui: "Your mouth is stuffed with a cotton towel soaked in tung oil. All it takes is a spark."

She held up the oil lamp and gestured: "Shua... it will burn from the mouth to the stomach in an instant."

"Since Madam Liu won't say anything, then there's no need to say anything."

Ye Zhen's tone was somewhat cheerful: "Zhu Xiao's throat is stuffed with your golden hairpin. Then this vajra will be given to Mother Liu."

Liu Kui was so frightened that he rolled over and crawled up, kowtowing to her and begging for mercy: Aunt, aunt, please give me some mercy and spare my life!

Ye Zhen took out another handkerchief from her bosom and carefully placed it on Liu Kui's left eye socket. An instant cool feeling came over her, greatly relieving the burning pain.

She smiled and said, "Mother Liu, it doesn't hurt now, right?"

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Ning'er got off the sedan chair and saw Xiang Ming leaning against the pillar from afar, wiping her tears with her head down.

She was suddenly startled and hurriedly lifted her skirt and walked over: "Sister Xiang Ming!"

When he got closer, he saw that Xiang Ming's eyes were red and swollen. It looked like she had been crying for a long time. He couldn't help but asked in surprise, "Sister Xiang Ming, what happened?"

She staggered and her face turned pale: "My Lord, what's wrong with you?"

When Xiang Ming saw Ning'er, she could no longer hold back her tears, "The Marquis is suddenly not well, the imperial physician is trying to save him. There has been no news for a long, long time..."

Ning'er felt dizzy for a while. She asked anxiously, "Why did he suddenly become ill? He was fine before!"

Xiang Ming was sad and anxious, and said angrily: "Young lady, go ask him!" She pointed her finger downwards: "I don't know what this boy said to the Marquis. He was a good man, but he died in the blink of an eye!"

Ning'er looked over and saw a young man with long arms and legs kneeling at the foot of the stone steps. His face was covered with tear stains and his forehead was bruised. She exclaimed in surprise, "Yan Ling!"

Yan Ling knelt for a long time, feeling extremely worried. Then he heard someone calling him. He shook his body and saw Ning'er walking towards him. As soon as she opened her mouth, she started crying: "Yan Ling, Yan Ling, what happened to the Marquis?"

When Yan Ling saw Ning'er at this time, he felt as if struck by lightning and was overwhelmed with shame. What if because of his impulsiveness, something happened to the Marquis, and... the father and daughter were separated forever before they could recognize each other? How could he be worthy of the Marquis? How could he face Ning'er again!

His eyes were sore, and as soon as he blinked his eyelashes, big tears rolled down. Ning'er couldn't bear to see him so haggard and embarrassed. She suppressed her worry and whispered, "Who are you kneeling for now? Hurry up and get up."

Yan Ling didn't dare to look into her eyes, and only cried, "Yan Ling deserves death, girl, please punish me!"

Ning'er was so stubborn, what else could she say? She was anxious and angry, so she pulled him up and said, "Stand up and talk."

Yan Ling didn't dare to use force, but she had been kneeling for too long and her legs were already numb. Just when she was halfway up, she knelt forward uncontrollably and was about to knock Ning'er to the ground.

Suddenly his eyes blurred and he felt a strong force holding him down and pushing him back. When he looked closely, he saw a strange man he had never seen before.

The man held Ning'er behind him with one hand. His skin was as white as snow and his face was very beautiful, but his expression was terribly gloomy. He said to him very rudely, "What are you doing?"