I've been reborn, who still chases the school hunk?

"Mammy, is there anyone who doesn't know how to be grateful? How have I ever treated her badly? After she came back after being missing for many years, I still treated her well. I gave her a magic medicine, but she threw herself into the arms of someone else and even broke off my son's engagement?" Murong Wanqing's words were full of resentment and confusion.

"I cannot tolerate this insult! What's even more hateful is that she actually threw herself into the arms of the Lan family and became the enemy of my son!" Her voice echoed in the palace, frightening the old nanny.

"Mammy, accompany me to meet the master. It's time to use this chess piece." Murong Wanqing's eyes flashed with determination. She had made all preparations just to save the face and dignity of the royal family.

After a long time, Murong Wanqing's expression returned to calm, but the hatred and murderous intent in her eyes did not dissipate. She knew that this storm was far from over, and she was ready to face all challenges.

There is a side hall deep in Fengluan Palace, which is rarely visited. Murong Wanqing walked in with her nanny and ordered her to guard outside the door and not allow anyone to approach. The secret hidden in this hall would make her feel palpitations even if she had experienced life and death. But she knew that she had to do this for the benefit and dignity of the royal family.

The furnishings in the side hall were extremely simple, as if the years had forgotten their traces. Murong Wanqing didn't have time to take a closer look at the dilapidated scene, and walked straight into it, with an unquestionable determination in her steps. She knocked on the wall three times lightly, and the sound echoed in the empty hall with a subtle rhythm. Then, she moved a few inches to the right and knocked three times again, her fingers drawing an elegant arc, like a painter outlining a blooming lotus on rice paper.

After a while, the wall slowly moved away, revealing a gap that was only wide enough for one person to pass through. A cold atmosphere emanated from it, as if it was connected to another world. Wanqing hesitated for a moment, and a complex look flashed across her eyes, which contained memories of the past, confusion about the future, and helplessness about the current situation. But these emotions were soon replaced by resentment and murderous intent, and her eyes became firm and cold.

She slowly stepped into the narrow passage, which twisted and turned, extending downwards, as if it was a secret path to hell. After about an incense stick of time, the passage gradually widened, and a stone room of about dozens of square meters appeared in front of her. The light in the stone room was dim, with only a few weak candles flickering, reflecting mottled shadows on the wall.

"You finally agreed to see me!" A hoarse voice like a duck strangling its neck suddenly sounded, extremely harsh, breaking the silence of the stone chamber. In the center of the stone chamber, a black shadow sat cross-legged, surrounded by a cold aura, as if he was a messenger from the underworld. There were several naked corpses around him, with only skin and flesh left, and their faces showed extreme fear, their eyes were wide open, and they died with their eyes open, as if silently telling their experiences.

Wanqing stood about five feet away, her body trembling slightly, staring at the thin figure in black robe. She nodded and said, "I would like you to kill a few people." Although her voice was calm, the determination and ruthlessness contained in it made people shudder.

"Haha! Considering that you saved me and supported me for many years, I may help you with this. However, my injuries have not yet recovered, and I still need a few young girls. If you come in person, my injuries will heal faster." The old man in black robe had lustful eyes and greed that could not be concealed. He stared straight at Wanqing's graceful body like a hungry cheetah staring at its prey.

Wanqing stepped back in horror, recalling the past three years ago. At that time, this man suddenly broke into her bedroom, seriously injured, and no one in the palace could subdue him. He was like a wounded beast, covered in blood and violence. So she had an idea, saved him and hid him. Later she learned that this man was actually an evil cultivator, who was hunted to Jingjiang for practicing evil skills, and accidentally broke into this place.

In the past three years, Wanqing has secretly sent hundreds of underage girls, all of whom are girls from civilians and small tribes, to support this evil cultivator. She knew that her actions were cruel and ruthless, but she had to do so in order to achieve her goal. The cries and pleas of those girls echoed in her ears, but she could only harden her heart and send them into the mouth of this demon. Her cruelty and decisiveness can be seen from this.

"I will send someone to deliver it immediately. I wonder when you can start?" Wanqing avoided the burning gaze and was secretly on guard. Although the man in black looked good and was about 40 or 50 years old, his identity as an evil cultivator made people dare not approach him easily. Not only did he suck the essence of young girls, he also had a perverted hobby, torturing them first and then taking them. His behavior was so cruel that it was outrageous.

"It depends on the quality of the person you send." The black-robed man spoke indifferently, but his eyes were extremely fiery, and he was secretly calculating when he could seek greater benefits. His eyes revealed greed and ambition, like a hungry wolf looking for its next target.

Wanqing's expression suddenly changed, and she said calmly: "Among the people I want to kill, there are two stunningly beautiful women, one of whom is a gifted genius girl who will definitely help you heal your injuries quickly." There was an imperceptible tremor in her voice, but she still tried to stay calm.

"Oh?" A sharp light flashed in the eyes of the man in black robe, "Is it really so?" There was a hint of surprise and expectation in his tone.

"It's absolutely true!" Wanqing answered affirmatively. She knew that in order to achieve her goal, she had to pay any price.

"That's great. I will go there myself tomorrow night. But before that, you need to send a few more people." Although the black-robed man was anxious, he also knew that the time was not yet ripe. He needed more girls to recover from his injuries so that he could better complete the task assigned to him by Wanqing.

Wanqing nodded gently, and was about to ask about his cultivation level, but she turned around and left. She knew that she couldn't stay here for too long, otherwise it might cause unnecessary trouble. She walked out of the stone room, passed through the narrow passage, and returned to the side hall. Her heart was filled with complex emotions, both expectations for the future and regrets for the past. But she knew that she could no longer turn back, and could only keep going until she achieved her goal.

……

Feiyan Palace is the residence of Concubine Yan Lan Feiyan, the mother of the third prince and the sixth princess. At this moment, Lan Feiyan, wearing a light red dress and delicate makeup, sat at the head of the palace in a graceful and elegant manner, smiling at the palace maids. She had a beautiful face, and her eyes revealed a sense of majesty and wisdom, like a queen who controlled the power and intrigue of the court.

"I heard that the daughter of the Lu family broke off the engagement with Duanmu Lingfei and turned to the arms of Lan's son?" Lan Feiyan asked, with a hint of subtle sarcasm and pride in her voice.

"That's right, Your Majesty." A palace maid replied with a smile. She knew that Lan Feiyan was very interested in this matter, so she came to report it.

"Is this true?" Lan Feiyan asked. Her eyes revealed a sharp light, as if she could see through all the hypocrisy and lies.

"Everyone in Haoyue City knows about it. Hundreds of people witnessed it with their own eyes. Even the Sixth Princess was there." The maid answered affirmatively. She knew that Lan Feiyan took this matter very seriously, so she did not dare to hide anything.

"Huh? Qing'er has always loved Ruolai, but she's not angry?" Lan Feiyan was a little surprised. She knew that her daughter had always had a special liking for Lu's daughter Ruolai. Now that Ruolai broke off the engagement with Duanmu and turned to the arms of Lan's Zihuai, she was not angry? This surprised her.

"Your Highness, is the Sixth Princess ignorant of the big picture?" Another maid flattered. She knew that Lan Feiyan liked to hear such words, so she said this on purpose to please her.

"Haha, she is worthy of being my daughter! This is really God's help to me. The Lu family lost a trump card, but turned to my arms. Let's see how she will fight me in the future. Come on, go to the storehouse to get some treasures and send them to Mu Fuyuan to show my intention." Lan Feiyan laughed proudly. Her laughter was full of pride and arrogance, as if she was a queen who had already controlled the overall situation.

"Your Highness, is this appropriate?" a maid asked with wide eyes. She was worried that the daughter of the Lu family would humiliate the royal family in public, and since the emperor had not yet expressed his opinion, it might not be appropriate to show goodwill in public. There was a hint of worry and concern in her words.

"It's worth it! Very worth it! Not to mention the old maid, we still have the Alchemist Guild and the genius alchemist as our backing, and the emperor dare not act rashly. What's more, Huai'er is of royal blood." Lan Feiyan smiled deeply and arrogantly. She expected Murong Wanqing to be furious at this time, but she didn't care. She knew that her strength and backing were enough to make her invincible in the court. Her eyes revealed a ruthlessness and determination, as if a queen who had prepared everything was about to embark on her journey of conquest.

……

Inside the Zhengyang Hall, behind the golden nanmu wood table, a middle-aged man in a yellow robe, Duanmu Zhengqing, sat. His eyes were slightly closed, as if he was resting or thinking. His figure was quiet and majestic, and he exuded an imperial aura, as if he was a hegemon who controlled the world. His face was firm and deep, revealing an unquestionable majesty and wisdom.

"Your Majesty." An old man with a white face and no beard came in holding a whisk and called softly. There was a hint of respect and caution in his voice, and he did not dare to be negligent in the slightest.

"Yeah." Duanmu Zhengqing did not open his eyes, but just responded lightly. His voice was full of majesty and calmness, as if he was a hegemon who had already controlled the overall situation.

"There is news from outside the palace that Lu Xuanxin, the daughter of the Lu family, has withdrawn from the engagement with the prince in public." The old man lowered his head in fear, his voice trembling, fearing that the emperor would be angry. He knew that this incident was a great blow to the emperor, so he did not dare to hide anything.

"Hmm?" Duanmu Zhengqing opened his eyes a little and asked expressionlessly, "Tell me in detail." There was an imperceptible chill and majesty in his voice.

The eunuch described in detail what he had heard outside the palace, peeking at the emperor's expression from time to time. There was a hint of worry and concern in his words, fearing that the emperor would be angry because of this matter.

"Broken engagement because of the Lan family?" Duanmu Zhengqing frowned slightly, thinking more deeply. He realized that if Lu Xuanxin joined the Lan family, the two families would join forces, and with the power of Old Lady Li, the royal family would face an unprecedented crisis. His eyes revealed a solemn and worried look, like a general about to face a war. He knew that this crisis would test his wisdom and determination, and he had to come up with a response plan, otherwise the royal family would fall into an irretrievable situation.

The eunuch lowered his voice and said carefully: "Your Majesty, the third prince is the son of Concubine Yan, and Concubine Yan's surname is Lan." His voice was low and full of worry, as if every word carried a heavy weight. He knew the interests of this step very well, and was afraid that if Your Majesty took the wrong step, it would be too late to regret in the future, which would have a huge impact on the fate of the entire empire.

Duanmu Zhengqing showed a thoughtful smile on his face, waved his hand and said: "Forget it, Huai'er is more suitable than Jin'er, let him go." After that, he closed his eyes and sank into deep thought. The candlelight in the hall flickered, reflecting on his majestic and vicissitudes of life face, which looked particularly solemn. After a long time, he slowly opened his eyes, with a resolute light flashing in his eyes: "You are right, now is not the time. I just hope that someone in Huai'er's generation can enter Jingjiang College." Jingjiang College is a place where the empire's talents gather. Once you enter, you can make connections. It is also a good way out for the royal family and a cradle for cultivating future leaders.

……

In the spring garden of Murong Mansion, hundreds of flowers are in full bloom, but they cannot hide the anger in Murong Yuxuan's heart. She still maintains her reserve on the surface, but once she returns to her boudoir, she smashes all the utensils in the room like a storm. The sound of broken porcelain is deafening, and the maids and servants are scared and hide far away, fearing that they will be in trouble. One of the little maids, with a pale face and eyes full of fear, has quietly run to tell her mother.

Li came in a hurry. As soon as she entered the room, she saw Yuxuan's furious look. Her usually gentle eyes were now full of bloodshot, as if they could spit out fire. She hurried forward to stop her and asked softly, "Jiang Liu'er, what's wrong? You are so angry, don't damage your reputation."