I made the villain right.

It was late at night, the darkness was as dark as ink, not a single star could be seen, the palace was silent, only the breeze could be heard.

A figure passed by on a path in the palace. She was dressed in red and holding a lamp, walking slowly in the night wind. The night wind entangled with her skirt, and her clothes fluttered, like a wandering night ghost. If someone saw this in the middle of the night, they would be scared to death.

When she walked to a courtyard, she pushed open the door of a room with a purpose. Seeing the person sleeping on the bed, she walked straight over, squatted down and stared at the person on the bed with vicious eyes.

At this time, the woman on the bed moved her eyelashes slightly, half asleep and half awake, opened her eyes slightly, saw a figure beside the bed, and her heart trembled.

"Who?" She immediately sat up in shock. After she took a closer look and saw that the person coming was Xu Wuyou, she breathed a sigh of relief.

After a moment, she realized that it was very strange that Xu Wuyou appeared in her room in the middle of the night instead of sleeping, especially the sinister look in his eyes when he stared at her, which made her feel creepy.

Her voice trembled slightly: "Princess, are you here to tell me something?"

Xu Wuyou didn't say anything, but just looked at the expression on her face carefully, as if he was trying to see through something.

Xu Wuyou was locked in the room during the day, and she was thinking that the fact that Qin Yixian was able to use her to poison the emperor quietly over the years meant that Qin Yixian had spies around her.

She had two personal maids, one was Qiu Meng in front of her, and the other was Zhi Hua who lived next door. She usually trusted them and would entrust them with many things, so she suspected them first.

Qiu Meng saw Xu Wuyou staring at her for a long time without saying anything, and she felt her scalp tingling.

At this time, Xu Wuyou took out a medicine bottle from his sleeve, took out a black pill and handed it to Qiu Meng, saying expressionlessly: "Take this."

Qiu Meng did not answer directly, but asked hesitantly: "Princess, what is this?"

Xu Wuyou smiled, a hint of madness flashed across his eyes: "This is a good thing, I'll give it to you as a reward."

When Qiu Meng heard that it was a good stuff, her eyes lit up and she took it and swallowed it without thinking.

Seeing this, Xu Wuyou's eyes were red with madness that could no longer be hidden. She asked tentatively, "Qiu Meng, you have been with me for so many years. Have you ever hidden anything from me, such as poisoning?"

The sinister voice floated into Qiu Meng's ears, like a snake coiled over your head and spitting out red tongue, making you feel terrified.

Qiu Meng felt guilty when she heard this, thinking Xu Wuyou already knew that she was the one who did it. When she realized the pill she had just taken, her face turned pale: "Princess, was that poison you just gave me?"

The medicine in that bottle was not poison. Xu Wuyou just wanted to test Qiu Meng and use the medicine for treating dysentery to blow her up. He didn't expect that she would explode herself because she felt guilty.

"Yes, you will die of the poison in a quarter of an hour." Looking at Qiu Meng's ashen face, he sneered, "Why are you scared now? Weren't you very brave to poison my father right under my nose?"

Qiu Meng's pupils shrank suddenly, and the fear in her heart made her tremble all over. She knelt down and kowtowed to beg for mercy: "Princess, I was forced to do this. If I didn't do this, Prime Minister Qin would have taken my life. Princess, I beg you to spare me."

Facing Qiu Meng who had been kowtowing and begging for mercy, Xu Wuyou's eyes moved slightly, and she curled her lips into a smile, with an evil smile rippling at the corners of her lips: "Okay, as long as my father comes back alive, I will spare your life."

His Majesty is dead and cannot be resurrected. Xu Wuyou said this because he actually did not want to forgive her.

Qiu Meng grabbed Xu Wuyou's skirt and cried, "Princess, please don't, please spare me."

Xu Wuyou kicked Qiu Meng away, frowned, and his eyes flashed with a deadly coldness: "Go and apologize to your father."

Before he finished speaking, Xu Wuyou had already pulled out a dagger and stabbed it into Qiu Meng's abdomen quickly, accurately and ruthlessly.

Before Qiu Meng could react to the situation just now, she was stabbed in the abdomen. The piercing pain in her body made her scream. She looked at Xu Wuyou in horror and crawled back.

Xu Wuyou seemed not satisfied with just one stab. With bloodshot eyes, she stabbed Qiu Meng twice more. Blood splattered all over her dress and face, as if she wanted to vent all her hatred for Qin Yixian. When she withdrew her trembling hands, Qiu Meng had fallen into a pool of blood and was lifeless.

"Ah!" At this moment, a scream suddenly came from behind, breaking through the night.

Zhihua was sleeping soundly when she was suddenly awakened by a scream and heard voices next door. She was confused for a moment and immediately got up to check what was going on. Unexpectedly, as soon as she came in, she saw Qiu Meng lying in a pool of blood.

Upon hearing the voice, Xu Wuyou turned around in a daze and looked towards the source of the voice, with a trace of the morbidity in his eyes that was caused by murder still lingering.

Zhihua was shocked when she saw Xu Wuyou's face. When she saw her bloody hands and the dagger, she was so frightened that her legs went weak and she trembled: "Princess..."

Xu Wuyou was not at all panicked when she saw Zhihua caught her killing someone. Instead, she laughed almost crazily, dragged her heavy steps, and slowly walked towards the door, ignoring Zhihua who was standing at the door.

She walked out of the yard with the dagger in her hand and smiling, like a madman; a wandering ghost.

When the maidservant who went to the toilet in the middle of the night saw her like this, she was so scared that she screamed and fainted.

From this moment on, Xu Wuyou's heart was burning with the desire for revenge. She wanted to slowly avenge Qin Yixian and avenge her dead father.

The next day, the news that Xu Wuyou had gone mad and killed someone spread throughout the palace.

Qin Yixian also used this as an excuse to prevent her from attending His Majesty's condolences and sent people to keep a close eye on her.

The hall was shrouded in a heavy and depressing atmosphere. Ministers of the court, concubines of the harem, and royal relatives came to pay their respects, and everyone had a sad look on their face.

After all the procedures were completed, only the brothers Xu Wusheng and Xu Wuchen were left in the hall. They knelt on the cushions, each with different thoughts in their minds.

Xu knelt there silently and stiffly, his eyes were sad and his face was haggard. He drank alone last night until late at night and had several dreams that night. He slept very uneasily.

Looking at Xu Wuchen on the other hand, there was no sadness in his eyes, but instead a hint of joy.

Xu Wuchen always believed that His Majesty liked Xu Wusheng more than him. Since he was born to the queen, he should have been made the crown prince, but His Majesty had been reluctant to issue an edict over the years, and he had always been brooding over this matter.

Until one day he accidentally overheard the conversation between the emperor and others, only then did he realize that his father did not like him because he felt that he was very similar to Qin Yixian, a person without mercy and power, and was not suitable to be the crown prince. How could he be willing to accept this?

Now that His Majesty has suddenly passed away due to illness and appointed him as the Crown Prince, even though he feels that this matter is a little strange, the joy in his heart has made him choose to close his eyes.

Xu Wuchen stared at the tablet in front of him, his eyes firm: Father, from now on I will prove to you that I am the most suitable person to be the crown prince.

Suddenly, Xu Wuchen sighed: "Fourth brother, father passed away suddenly, and sixth sister became insane because of it. You and I are the only two brothers left who can accomplish anything in the royal family. From now on, you and I should work together to govern Yi Kingdom together, so that father can rest assured."

Xu Wusheng didn't bother to exchange pleasantries with Xu Wuchen when Xu Wuchen suddenly tried to play the kinship card to get closer to him. He didn't even bother to raise his eyelids and snorted coldly, "Brother, do you really think that father died of illness and not murder?"

Xu Wuchen frowned, his face darkened, and his voice was filled with displeasure: "Fourth brother, what do you want to say! I know you are still upset about my father appointing me as the crown prince, and you think that I have taken your place, but you can't talk nonsense."

"The throne belongs to whoever it belongs to. No one can take it away. I hope my brother can sit on this position safely and become a benevolent monarch, rather than a puppet."

After Xu Wusheng finished speaking, he stood up and left, leaving Xu Wuchen in the hall, his face ashen with anger and his fists clenched.

Although he was angry, Xu Wusheng's words reminded him that the real power was now in the hands of Qin Yixian. Even if he sat on the throne, he would only be a puppet emperor without real power and controlled by others. This was definitely not what he wanted. He began to think about taking back the real power from Qin Yixian.

After Xu Wusheng came out, he happened to hear two maids chatting as he passed by a pavilion.

"Hey, where did Xiao Liuzi and Eunuch Hong, who are by His Majesty's side, go? How come they disappeared overnight?"

"Who knows? With so many things happening in the palace at once, who would notice that they're missing?"

When Xu Wusheng heard these words, he felt something was wrong and paid attention to it.

After Xu Wusheng came out of the palace, he went straight back to the mansion. He saw Yun Youying at the gate of the mansion. He was a little confused as to why Yun Youying came here and what she was doing.

Yun Youying heard from the servant in the mansion that Xu Wusheng was very sad last night because of the death of the emperor and drank a lot of wine. She was worried about him so she came to accompany him.

Yun Youying came forward when she saw Xu Wusheng. Seeing that she looked haggard, she asked with concern, "Brother Wusheng, you don't look well. Do you need to see a doctor?"

"It's nothing serious. It's probably because I didn't get enough rest last night." Xu Wusheng's tone was a little tired.

Yun Youying took Xu Wusheng's hand and said softly, "Mugwort can help you sleep. I'll send someone to take you home later."

"Okay, thank you for your help, Ying'er."

Yun Youying wanted to accompany him to relax and change his mood, so she suggested: "Brother Wusheng, you are too polite. It's still early, let's go for a walk."

"it is good"

The two of them walked aimlessly along the street, chatting as they walked, and did not notice that there was someone following them closely.

"I know Brother Wusheng is heartbroken because of the death of His Majesty, but please promise me that you will take good care of yourself and rest, and not be sad for too long, okay?"

Xu Wusheng heard the voice, turned sideways and stared at her. He inadvertently caught a glimpse of a suspicious man at a bracelet stall not far away, and his eyes suddenly stopped.

The man's eyes touched Xu Wusheng, and he immediately looked away, his eyes wandering. In a flash, he pretended to look at the bracelets on the stall. Seeing this, the stall owner greeted him with a smile: "Which one do you like, sir?"

"Let me take another look," the man responded.

Xu Wusheng's eyes darkened when he saw this. He realized that he was being followed, but he did not expose it immediately. Instead, he leisurely looked away.

Xu Wusheng saw that Yun Youying's eyebrows were full of worry, and a hint of warmth appeared in his eyes. He touched Yun Youying's head and said, "Okay, I made you worry about me."

"Brother Wusheng, if you don't want me to worry, take good care of yourself in the future."

At the same time, Feng Nanyi was walking on the street and realized that someone was following him. In order to get rid of him, he couldn't help but speed up his pace. He accidentally bumped into a beggar. The beggar fell to the ground due to the collision, wailing in pain: "Ouch!"

Seeing this, the man who was following Feng Nanyiyi had no choice but to stop at the stall selling lanterns and take a look around.

The beggar was dressed in rags, was dirty, and had messy hair. Passersby would look down on him and avoid him.

Seeing this, Feng Nanyi kindly helped him up, so the beggar grabbed his hand gratefully and slipped a note into his hand at that moment. Then he looked at him with a smile, tapped the back of his hand lightly with his fingers and said, "Thank you."

The beggar's face was covered in dirt and black, and it was hard to see his face clearly. Feng Nanyi was stunned for a few seconds, his eyebrows flickered, and he realized something, so he said, "Be careful when you walk next time."

The beggar begged: "Sir, please be kind and give me some money."

Hearing this, Feng Nanyi reached out and took out his purse, put the note away, and then took out a tael of silver from his purse and gave it to the beggar. After receiving the silver, the beggar happily thanked him, then staggered towards the stall selling lanterns. When he saw the man, he stood in front of him, blocking the man's sight, and begged with a broken bowl in his hand: "Sir, please be kind and give me some..."

At this time, Feng Nanyiyi took the opportunity to quickly walk into a narrow alley and get rid of the man's sight.

When the man saw the beggar begging from him, he frowned and walked away without paying any attention. The beggar quickly followed him and continued to pester him, "Sir, please give me some money."

As for the beggar who was pestering him, the man glared at him with a fierce look on his face: "Get lost!"

Seeing this, the beggar had to walk away in fear. When the man looked forward again, Feng Nanyiyi was nowhere to be seen. He looked around but still could not find any trace of him. He had no choice but to look for him somewhere else in despair.