Forced to die for his loyalty, he was reborn in the arms of the cold and cruel regent!

A trace of shock first flashed across Shen Mengyao's clear and bright eyes, which gradually turned into grievance, and tears filled her eyes.

"The Regent and I are just acquaintances, and everyone in and outside the palace clearly hates me. Why did my husband say that? I disagree with you, so you just drag someone to slander me? Perhaps, you can ask the Regent to come over so we can confront each other face to face."

His dirty thoughts could no longer be hidden.

Li Junfeng was stunned for a moment. He had always wanted to use her to exchange for favors from Qi Suian, and he spoke out loud just now because he was too quick to do so.

Of course, he didn't dare to confront Qi Sui'an. His eyes flickered slightly and he said stubbornly, "I was just anxious and said it casually. Why are you so anxious?"

"This concerns my daughter's reputation, I have to take it seriously." Shen Mengyao looked at him with tearful eyes: "It's better to make it clear, so as to avoid disputes in the future."

Li Junfeng didn't expect her to be so persistent. She didn't show any sign of being easy to deal with as usual. He could only wave his hand perfunctorily and said, "Yes, I was wrong, but being an official..."

Shen Mengyao was very determined: "You have to believe in yourself. You are young and promising, and you have outstanding abilities. You will definitely rise to the top with your own efforts."

Li Junfeng looked at her determined expression, speechless for a moment, and left in anger.

Cuiwei heard the quarrel between the two and came out with a distressed look on her face. Seeing her red eyes, she hesitated and said, "Madam..."

Shen Mengyao stretched out her delicate hands, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, sneered and said, "Oh, it's not worth it."

Cuiwei breathed a sigh of relief, raised her eyes and looked worriedly at the direction he left: "The young master asked you for money again, will he come again?"

"He won't let it go." Shen Mengyao sneered and shook her head.

How could a blood-sucking insect miss such a great opportunity? If there was a big fuss, it would be her fault!

Shen Mengyao thought for a moment before instructing Cuiwei, "Find a way to send a name card and invite Youwei to come."

"Ms. Lin?" Cuiwei was surprised: "But she..."

Shen Mengyao suddenly realized and smiled bitterly. Lin Youwei was her best friend. They grew up together. Her father was the Chief Censor, so she had been of noble character and righteousness since childhood.

At that time, she was determined to marry Li Junfeng, and she disagreed in every way, but finally had no choice but to marry him. When she was wronged in the mansion, Lin Youwei was so angry that she came to her house to seek justice for her, but she did not cherish her.

Later, she was deserted by everyone, and she realized that it was all what she deserved! She had learned enough lessons in her previous life, and in this life, she must redeem everything.

"Yes, I really didn't know how to cherish you. I have committed such a serious sin, how could I let you ask for forgiveness? It's too insincere." Shen Mengyao stood up. To ask for forgiveness, she naturally had to show the determination to stand in the snow outside Cheng's door.

Cuiwei was extremely happy, thinking that her wife had finally come to her senses. Such a good friend should not be abandoned.

Outside the Lin residence, Shen Mengyao asked Cuiwei to knock on the door and handed in her business card.

The servant went in quickly, and after half a quarter of an hour, he came out and apologized, "Madam Li, my young lady is not available to meet you, please go back."

Shen Mengyao took a deep breath, knowing that she was angry and would not forgive herself so easily, so she stood at the door and waited without saying a word.

When the gatekeeper saw this situation, he sighed deeply and said nothing.

In front of the embroidery frame in the yard, a woman in goose yellow embroidered light-colored floral clothes was holding needle and thread, but she looked a little uneasy. It had been more than a few months since the last time she came to see him. Could it be that she was bullied again?

"Oh, it's all your own fault. Why should I care about it?" Lin Youwei said with disdain and picked up the needle to embroider the flowers. However, her mind was in a mess and her stitches were naturally messy.

Mrs. Lin stood at the archway and glanced at her. Seeing that she was indifferent, she walked over and sighed helplessly: "Meng Yao has been standing outside the door for a long time."

"She wanted to stand on her own. It has nothing to do with me." Lin Youwei shook her head and inserted a needle, but she made a wrong stitch.

Mrs. Lin saw it clearly, and a kind smile appeared on her delicate and beautiful face: "We played so well together when we were young, and now you just break it off? I see she's standing outside the door and won't give up until she sees you. You should go and take a look, it's going to rain soon."

Lin Youwei glanced at the gloomy sky with worry, ordered the maid to take the embroidery frame inside, returned to the room and closed the door: "If she's gone, she's gone. Don't worry about her. It's raining, she knows she'll leave."

Suddenly, there was a muffled thunder in the sky, and raindrops fell through the clouds.

Cuiwei glanced at the sky worriedly and said, "Madam, let's go quickly. We left in a hurry and didn't bring an umbrella. It would be bad if we catch a cold in the rain."

"Wait a little longer." Shen Mengyao must wait for her forgiveness.

The rain made the vermilion door even more gorgeous. With a creak, the heavy door slowly opened, and Lin Youwei came out holding an oil-paper umbrella, covering her head.

A trace of anger flashed across the face of the elegant and beautiful girl: "Don't you know to run away when it rains? Are you stupid for liking what he likes? Li Junfeng is not worthy."

"Yes, I was stupid. I lost my best friend who cared about me so much for a stinky man." Shen Mengyao looked at her young face and felt excited. It was exactly the same as in her memory.

From the time Lin Youwei sought justice for her until her death, she hadn't seen her for five whole years.

She hugged her tightly, unable to hold back tears, and thanked God for giving her another chance.

Lin Youwei tugged at her hand and said unhappily, "Are you playing a trick on me?"

Shen Mengyao then let her go and asked with a smile, "Since you have guessed it, why did you come out?"

"Because I fell into a trap."

Lin Youwei rolled her eyes at her and cleared her throat: "Please come to the mansion."

Shen Mengyao breathed a sigh of relief and quickly followed.

It's stormy outside, but where there's loss there's gain.

Qi Sui'an sat by the window, letting Bei Lan apply medicine to him. The weather had been bad in the past few days, and the wound was slightly inflamed. It was very painful when applying the medicine, but he remained calm.

Queyue walked in quickly from outside the door: "Your Majesty, the Li Mansion is peaceful and calm. Today, Madam Li is visiting an old friend."

Qi Sui'an pulled up his clothes on his shoulders and watched intently as the raindrops fell on the green bamboo leaves, condensing into larger drops that bent the leaves.

He said calmly, "I understand."

"The master was injured because of her, but she didn't even come to ask," Queyue muttered, extremely dissatisfied.

"Stop talking too much." Qi Sui'an glanced over with cold eyes.

Queyue bit her lip and said nothing.