The female general was reborn in the enemy's house? They all die!

"dowry?!"

Lu Yue suddenly pulled his thoughts back from his trance, his eyes wide open as if they were about to pop out of his head: "Princess, what on earth happened between you and the prince in the valley?"

"Ah?" Rong Sheng blinked quickly, "Nothing happened."

She responded quickly, and her mind couldn't help but recall Song Xuanlin's solid chest and broad, warm embrace that day in the thatched hut.

Thinking of this, her face turned red uncontrollably again.

Even though Rong Sheng tried her best to hide it, Lu Yue still caught the blush.

There must be something going on here—

Lu Yue nodded secretly. Something extraordinary must have happened between the two of them that day.

Otherwise, why would the princess be so anxious to transport the dowry to Prince Ming's palace?

"Then why did you move your dowry to Prince Ming's Palace? Have you...already set a date for your wedding with the prince?"

Lu Yue asked tentatively, thinking in his heart why Concubine Wei was so tight-lipped at Fu'en Temple just now, and why the prince was about to marry a princess but didn't tell him right away!

"Wedding date?"

Rong Sheng was also shocked by Lu Yue's words: "Do you have any misunderstanding? How could I be with the prince..."

She couldn't say any more after having said this, thinking that Lu Yue was really good at matching people up at random.

"Oh, I'm sorry for being so rude. Please forgive me, Princess!"

Lu Yue realized that his question was too abrupt, and hurriedly explained: "It's just that I heard from someone that the amount of dowry in Princess Qingya's mansion is quite astonishing. Since you are not going to marry a prince, what's the point of moving them to Prince Ming's mansion?"

"You don't know that since Princess Qingya passed away, the Marquis's successor, Lu, has been occupying the dowry."

Rong Sheng's expression became serious: "The day after tomorrow is the day when Lu's eldest daughter Rong Jin will marry into the Jing'an Palace. On that day, they will take the princess's dowry for themselves and move it all to the Jing'an Palace."

"There is such a thing?" Lu Yue was surprised again, "What does Princess Qingya's dowry have to do with them? They are not qualified to touch these properties at all."

"I could have taken it back directly, but that would have been too easy for them." Rong Sheng lowered his voice and said, "I want to transfer the dowry without anyone noticing, and then I can watch the show on Rong Jin's wedding day."

"Hmm - the princess is wise."

At this moment, Lu Yue felt more and more that the princess and his prince were a perfect match made in heaven, both of them were so... cunning.

"So when do we take action, Princess?"

"Wait until tomorrow night when everyone is asleep and follow my instructions."

"Yes, I obey your command!"

This was not the first time that Lu Yue had been assigned by Rong Sheng.

The last time at Wanjing Mountain, he actually felt that the princess must have a special relationship with his prince.

And now the princess can actually move all her dowry and treasures into Prince Ming's palace with peace of mind.

From this point of view, even if the two have not yet reached the stage of discussing marriage, the princess should have fallen in love with him secretly...

"Lu Yue, what are you laughing at?"

Rong Sheng watched Lu Yue standing there grinning at the air, and couldn't help but feel a little worried, "Did you remember everything I just said?"

"Ah?" Lu Yue quickly retracted his smile, "Oh... I understand, I understand, Princess. I will go back and prepare now. Goodbye!"

Before he could finish his words, he jumped out of the back window in panic.

Rong Sheng watched Lu Yue leave the bedroom. Recalling Lu Yue's uncharacteristic behavior just now, she couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

Although it was a bit abrupt to propose moving the dowry to Prince Ming's Palace, it didn't make people think that I was going to marry Song Xuanlin.

Forget it, Rong Sheng shook his head, walked to the window and looked at the bright moonlight.

The Lu family tried to curry favor with the crown prince and swallowed up Princess Qingya's dowry and property. This account will have to be settled sooner or later.

However, the day after tomorrow, I will let Rong Jin and Lu Shi have a taste of the pain of being humiliated.

————

The next morning, Fengyi Palace

"Xuan Jing."

Queen Xia Yanshu was wearing a golden phoenix robe and sitting upright on the main seat. It seemed that she had just accepted the greetings from the concubines.

"You came here so early in the morning. What do you want to tell me so urgently?"

"Mother, I am so anxious because I have good news to report."

The prince didn't even have time to drink water in the morning. He rushed to wait outside Fengyi Palace at dawn, and at this moment he could hardly hide the smile on his face.

Because just yesterday evening, Li Yujing came secretly to the East Palace to report.

When Concubine Wei heard the news of Song Xuanlin's death in Fu'en Temple, she suddenly suffered a heart attack and finally fell to the ground and died.

God really helps me -

Everything has been going so smoothly recently, how could he suppress his inner joy and not tell the Queen.

"Oh?"

The queen held her forehead and leaned back in the phoenix chair leisurely: "What kind of happy event is this? Even I don't know about it?"

The prince looked at the palace maids and eunuchs around him, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.

Seeing this, the Queen ordered in a deep voice: "Everyone, leave."

Soon, the Crown Prince and the Queen were the only two people left in the entire Fengyi Palace.

"Mother, what I want to say is this," the prince said in a low voice as he walked to the side of the queen, "Song Xuanlin has been secretly killed by me, and Concubine Wei also had a heart attack after learning the news yesterday, and she died in Fu'en Temple."

"What did you say?" The Queen's eyes widened in shock. "Why is there no news of such a big event in the palace?!"

"That's because Song Xuanlin fell off a cliff in Wanjing Mountain and died. The emperor is far away there, so the news of his death would not spread throughout the capital until the birthday banquet of my father."

"Then how did Concubine Wei know?"

"Hehe, that was the result of my son's efforts. Otherwise, Concubine Wei would have been living in peace and comfort in Fu'en Temple, and her old illness would not have recurred."

"Xuan Jing, this is a serious matter." The Queen said in a solemn voice, "Are you sure that both mother and son are dead?"

"I am absolutely sure."

The prince vowed, his eyes flashing with a hint of viciousness: "Now that the Wei family has lost these two people, it is like losing both arms. The remaining Wei Xun will be much easier to deal with."

The queen looked into the prince's determined eyes, her heart was like a raging wave and she couldn't calm down for a long time.

Although Concubine Wei has not been aggressive in the harem over the years, she also does not often form cliques like other concubines.

But just this one thing made the emperor always look at her more among the many concubines, and the rewards she received were almost the same as hers.

A few days ago, the emperor even gave her a seven-tailed phoenix hairpin that only imperial concubines were qualified to wear. When she found out about it, she was so angry that her headache flared up.

It wasn't until today that I felt better.

Because once this seven-tailed phoenix hairpin is bestowed upon her, she will surely be canonized as a noble concubine in due time.

Maybe it was after the birthday banquet at Yanhuan Palace.

Wei Xun had made great military achievements and was deeply trusted by the emperor.

Once the Wei family produces another imperial concubine, regardless of whether her position as queen will be secure in the future, her mother's family may also be overshadowed by the Wei family.

In this way, all will prosper together and suffer together.

And if what Xuan Jing said was true, then it would really solve a big worry for me.