The villain who defeated the son of destiny was my father

The news that Prince Li's concubine had been punished for making loud noises at the palace gate and angered the Queen Mother spread like a gust of wind throughout the streets and alleys of the capital in less than a day. In the streets and alleys, in teahouses and restaurants, people were discussing the matter, some were surprised, some were contemptuous, and all kinds of voices were intertwined.

When Qu Qingyan heard the news, he just smiled faintly and did not interfere. Instead, he devoted all his efforts to preparing for the imperial examination.

Back then, her father was a famous scholar in both civil and military affairs. A good father will have a good daughter, so as his daughter, she would naturally not embarrass him.

Taking advantage of the time difference in the space, she practiced while reviewing her studies.

The days passed quietly like the gurgling water, and in the blink of an eye, half a month had gone by.

During this period, Qu Qingyan had been looking forward to it, but she never received any news from her father. The worry in her heart grew like wild weeds.

She frowned, thinking secretly in her heart, vaguely feeling that her father's departure this time was not just for the affairs of the court, but might be related to her mother. When she thought of her mother's special identity as a strategist, her heart couldn't help but panic, and all kinds of bad thoughts kept emerging in her mind.

Her father wouldn't do anything stupid, would he?

When he thought of this possibility, Qu Qingyan could no longer sit still. He immediately called the head of the secret guards and anxiously asked him about his father's movements during this period.

The head of the secret guards kept in mind the Prime Minister's instructions before he left, and did not dare to reveal anything. He just said to Qu Qingyan respectfully: "Don't worry, Miss. The Prime Minister has his own arrangements. You just need to stay in the capital with peace of mind."

Qu Qingyan realized that he couldn't get anything out of him, so he could only investigate on his own.

In the Dali Temple, the atmosphere was solemn and busy. Qu Qingyan was concentrating on assisting Sima Zheng in investigating several recent unsolved cases. As the investigation deepened, clues pointed to the prince in the palace. This discovery shocked Qu Qingyan, and the memories of his past life came flooding back.

These princes all seem to be outstanding individuals, but when it comes to choosing a new master who can take on the heavy responsibility, none of them is suitable.

His Royal Highness Crown Prince Mo Qianlu, as the legitimate son of Empress Yuan, has been given high hopes since birth and has been firmly seated on the throne since childhood. Years of pampered life have left him with a title in name only, but no real talent or knowledge. His strategies for governing the country and maintaining peace are even more shallow and pitifully shallow. He only knows how to seek pleasure and enjoy the glory on weekdays.

The third prince, Mo Hehe, was ambitious and greedy for power. To achieve his goal, he would do anything to achieve it. He formed cliques and factions in the court, fought overtly and covertly, and played with the forces of all parties in his hands. He only wanted to ascend to the supreme throne, and didn't care about the lives of the people in the world.

The fifth prince, Mo Chensen, has a sinister personality and strange behavior, which makes people unpredictable. He is also involved with Feng Lanyue, a scheming woman. The two of them are in collusion and plotting something unspeakable in the dark. They may be suspected of treason and deserve to be killed.

The eighth prince, Mo Xuyao, was somewhat sincere and devoted to serving his country. He was brave and fearless on the battlefield and could be called a tiger general. But when it came to governing the country, he was not good enough and was only suitable for charging into battle and being a general who defended his country. He was not qualified to lead the overall situation and control the world.

The ninth prince, Mo Zemiao, is a quiet and unknown person. His biological mother is the Saint Maiden of Youruogu, who is actually a foreigner and has been excluded in terms of bloodline. However, there is still a way out.

The eleventh prince, Mo Mingxin, was cruel and murderous. He regarded human life as worthless and would kill anyone who was not happy. If such a cold-blooded person ascended to the throne, there would be great suffering and chaos in the world. He was definitely not qualified to be a king.

The twelfth prince, Mo Yiyan, looks innocent and harmless on the outside, but he is actually very scheming and has other plans. Without anyone noticing, he quietly makes plans and secretly accumulates strength, eyeing the throne.

The fifteenth prince, Mo Xiezhu, was born in a humble family and was sickly since childhood. In this treacherous court struggle, he had almost no sense of existence. He seemed to pose no threat, but he was another "Mo Li".

"This is a serious matter. I have to report this to the Prime Minister...Your Majesty." Sima Zheng frowned, his face was extremely solemn, and his words were also somewhat cautious. After all, it involved the prince in the palace, so there was no room for carelessness.

Qu Qingyan stood aside, frowning slightly.

Compared with the trajectory of the previous life, many things now happen ahead of time. It is really difficult to predict whether such changes are a blessing or a curse.

At noon, Sima Zheng tidied his clothes, carried the heavy files in his arms, and walked towards the palace with a serious look, ready to meet the emperor in person and report the difficult matter truthfully.

Qu Qingyan stayed in the Dali Temple and continued to deal with the remaining files of the day. He got up and left only after everything was ready.

She walked out of the Dali Temple gate, got on the sedan chair, and moved forward swayingly with the sedan bearer's steps.

Halfway through the journey, Qu Qingyan inadvertently lifted the curtain of the sedan chair and glanced outside casually. In an instant, a familiar figure came into view.

Even if the figure turned into ashes, she could still recognize it at a glance. Who else could it be but Qu Xinzhu?

At this moment, Qu Xinzhu was dressed in men's clothes, wearing a jade crown on her head, a moon-white robe, and a black brocade belt around her waist. She looked like a gentleman. She was talking and laughing with the two men who were traveling with her as they walked towards a bookstore on the street.

One of these two men is Yan Changbai, the grandson of Marquis Pingyang. Although he looks good, he is also an uneducated man. The other is Xiu Qing, who was the top scorer in the imperial examination in his previous life. He has an elegant temperament and exudes a strong scholarly air.

"You guys go back first, no need to wait for me." Qu Qingyan stared at those people, frowned slightly, whispered to the sedan bearers to stop, and followed quietly.

As soon as he stepped into the library, Qu Xinzhu's voice with obvious feminine characteristics was heard. It seemed a little abrupt but also particularly eye-catching in this place full of books.

She was standing among a group of students, talking incessantly, citing classics and expressing unique opinions. Her demeanor was quite impressive, and many people around her gathered around to listen.

Qu Qingyan walked silently to a corner, picked up a book from the bookshelf next to him, and sat down beside him.

"Brother Zhu is truly knowledgeable, talented, quick-witted and eloquent. After listening to your remarks today, we are filled with admiration and feel ashamed of ourselves." Not long after, a student said with admiration on his face.

The people around also nodded in agreement, looking at Qu Xinzhu with admiration in their eyes.

Qu Xinzhu showed a hint of pride on his face, but still waved his hands and said with a smile: "I don't deserve it. I just read more books and chatted with you brothers today. I don't deserve such praise."