The abandoned queen is reborn: she makes the prince cry and seizes the throne!

She left without informing anyone else.

Wei Zheng rode over with his whip in hand. His flamboyant red robe made him look particularly heroic. When he got to the door, he dismounted and asked, "Are you really leaving?"

Ji Mengshu nodded, "After returning home and settling my parents down, the future is unknown, maybe we will meet again."

Wei Zheng nodded as the autumn wind blew, took out a delicate object from his arms, wrapped it in a delicate handkerchief and handed it to Ji Mengshu, then took two steps back and said, "I think so too."

The group got on the carriage and left Kyoto in the autumn wind.

Wang Ping was so angry watching from behind that he was obviously unwilling to let Ji Mengshu go. If he could take Ji Mengshu into his mansion, with her beautiful appearance, she would be the envy of all the handsome men in Kyoto.

She kicked a stone away with her toes and sipped her saliva. If she wasn't so good-looking, how could she have climbed up to Wei Zheng after the fall of the Ji family and asked him to stand up for her time and time again?

Just as he was thinking angrily, a shadow came over his head. The slightly tall figure of the man fell on him with obvious majesty.

When I looked up, I saw Wei Zheng's eyes were slightly narrowed, with an expression that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"Prince Wei..."

Wei Zheng was born into a noble family, which was not comparable to the Wang family.

Wei Zheng laughed again, "Why? Did Young Master Wang pass by here today?"

"Ah - yes, yes, I'm just passing by, passing by..." Wang Ping flattered, and was about to leave. Wei Zheng has always been an image that is not easy to mess with when he goes in and out of Kyoto. Even his father, the current Marquis of Chengyang, can't control him, let alone who he would care about.

The next moment, someone held down his shoulder, and his thin fingers tightened slightly, forming an arc.

"Wang Ping, I don't have much patience. You have disturbed the Ji family several times, and I haven't settled the score with you yet!"

The anger that had been pent up for days suddenly erupted unexpectedly. It was Wang Ping's fault that he had walked into the trap.

Wei Zheng, this madman, doesn't care who the other person is when he gets angry. He starts fighting in the street and almost beats the person to death.

Wang Ping was dragged into the palace by several tall and strong guards. When Mrs. Wang saw that her son was almost beaten to death, she cried out in pain.

But the one who did it was the son of Marquis Chengyang, so he could only grit his teeth and accept the loss in silence.

It doesn’t matter who you offend in Kyoto, but don’t mess with the son of the Marquis of Chengyang.

That's a lunatic!

Everyone in Kyoto thinks so.

When Marquis Chengyang learned about this, he became furious again and detained the man at home. Several guards were guarding the yard. It was obvious that Marquis Chengyang was very angry.

"Well done to you, Wei Zheng, you've grown so capable! How dare you beat the son of an official appointed by the imperial court in the street?! Is there anything in this world that you dare not do?!" Marquis Chengyang snatched the short whip and whipped it hard a few times, and the sound of the whip cutting through the air was startled a few times.

This short whip is extremely tough. It has been passed down through several generations of the Chengyang Marquis. I don't know how many young men who were about to go astray have been taught a lesson by this whip, helping them to turn the wrong way and become successful.

Cheng Liu stepped forward to stop him, saying, "Master, why are you so angry? Even if Zheng Ge'er did something wrong, you shouldn't use family rules to punish him!"

The Marquis of Chengyang was obviously furious, and said, "Madam, please step aside first. If this rebellious son is not taught a lesson, he will probably cause even greater trouble in Kyoto! I must teach him a lesson today!"

With a glance, several servants came forward to arrest the man. Wei Zheng stood lightly on the side, his slightly loose green robe covering his thin figure. He clenched his fists and coughed a few times against the corners of his lips.

With a bitter smile on his face, Wei Zheng laughed again, "Wait, Marquis Chengyang, why don't you ask me why I taught Wang Ping a lesson?"

Chengyang Hou was furious, with an angry look on his face, "Do you even need to ask this? It's because you are used to causing trouble. Since you dare to do it, you must bear the corresponding consequences!"

Wei Zheng shook his head slightly, "Marquis Chengyang, you are really becoming more and more arrogant..."

I don’t know if it was everyone’s illusion, but Wei Zheng’s face seemed to be getting paler and paler, almost transparent, and the color of his lips became darker, as if he could ascend to heaven in the next moment.

“Cough cough—cough cough cough!!”

A short coughing sound suddenly rang in everyone's ears, and before the servants could take any action, Wei Zheng suddenly vomited a mouthful of black blood.

Everyone was surprised.

Marquis Chengyang pointed his whip at him and said, "What are you doing again?!"

Wei Zheng propped himself up, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his bloody lips, "Heh..."

His body fell limply, but he did not fall on the bluestone floor. Several guards descended from nowhere and supported the unconscious Wei Zheng.

In broad daylight, the intrusion of a stranger put everyone in the Chengyang Marquis Mansion on alert.

The robes on those people were intricate and exquisite, and they were definitely not from small families. Marquis Chengyang frowned, "Who are you? Do you know that this is Marquis Chengyang's Mansion?!"

It is no exaggeration to say that those people were arrogant. The leader was a woman with black hair tied up and a fierce look between her eyebrows. "Marquis Chengyang, after so many years, how come you even forgot about us Dongshiba?"

Upon hearing the word Toshiba, Marquis Chengyang's expression instantly darkened, "Why are you..."

Why did it appear suddenly?

The leading woman laughed coldly, "Marquis Chengyang has been served for so long in Kyoto that he actually forgot that the young master's uncle, King Dongzhi, is still here. Since Marquis Chengyang doesn't care about the young master, then the young master won't bother you to take care of him. Let's go!"

That mouthful of black blood was definitely not ordinary.

After stuffing Wei Zheng into the carriage, Marquis Chengyang was unable to catch up and could only watch them disappear.

He Hui witnessed everything outside the Chengyang Marquis's Mansion, and naturally saw Wei Zheng's unusually pale face, "Come on, Huabai, follow and take a look!"

Two carriages followed one after the other. The carriage in front stopped and started, and finally stopped casually in front of a small inn.

Two people carried Wei Zheng upstairs. The woman in the lead hid at the side door and suddenly stood in front of He Hui who wanted to catch up.

The dagger was pressed against my neck, and I felt a slight chill.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

He Hui was slightly surprised, and the first thought in her mind was that this woman was very skilled in martial arts and was definitely not an unknown person.

"I... can be considered a friend of Prince Wei. I just saw Prince Wei in front of the Chengyang Marquis's mansion, so I took the initiative to follow him to see what's going on... If I'm offending you..."

Liao Hui felt a bit overwhelmed when she heard the red tape of these people in Kyoto, and quickly waved her hands and said, "Alright, alright, since you are the young master's friend, I have a favor to ask of you now."