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

"If I don't see the dowry by then, I will kill you!"

After saying that, he turned and left. Cheng Liu cried and laughed at the same time, looking at the letter from King Dongzhi, which was full of threats.

How could the Wen family have any dowry? When Wen Li married into the mansion a few years ago, Chengyang Marquis had been moving around for an official position, and all the money he spent was Wen Li's money. Moreover, after Wen Li's death, the farms and shops under the name of Chengyang Marquis's mansion were not doing well, and most of the deficits were made up by Wen Li's dowry. And the betrothal money for her brother's marriage, which one was not paid from Wen Li's dowry?

Even though the Chengyang Marquisate was now unable to make ends meet, Wen's money was mostly used to subsidize the household expenses. It was no exaggeration to say that the Chengyang Marquisate was now an empty shell. Even if she was killed, she would not be able to spit out so much money.

"Wow - Master! What should I do -" Cheng Liu supported the staggering body of Marquis Chengyang. When Marquis Chengyang read the letter from King Dongzhi clearly, he closed his eyes and fainted.

In a house on the outskirts of the city that no one paid special attention to, a horse-drawn carriage rumbled in from the back door. After it stopped, the man in the carriage came out wearing a veiled hat.

"Is your master here?"

Liao Hui nodded, looked around to see if there was anyone around, and then led the person in. "The young master said that he would leave Kyoto soon, and thought of bothering Miss He for so many days, so I thought of saying goodbye to her."

He Hui nodded and took off her veil. "Master Wei has done me a favor. We are all friends. Why bother me..."

Before he finished speaking, the door of the compartment in front of him was opened from the inside. Wei Zheng's eyes were particularly cool and eye-catching. He seemed to be in a good mood, and there was even a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

"It's been a while since we last met... Is Miss He okay?"

He Hui tilted her head, somewhat puzzled, "Didn't we just see each other in the palace a few days ago?"

"Well, indeed. It seems that Miss He is not well without me." Wei Zheng smiled at her, and like a cunning fox, he just showed his fangs and then suddenly retracted them. He looked calm as if nothing had happened.

It’s not possible to say yes, and it’s not possible to say no.

He Hui turned her eyes away and simply stopped looking at him.

She walked past him and said, "I heard you were leaving? Are you going back to Toshiba?"

"Girl, why do you think I will go back to Toshiba?"

He Hui raised her eyes, her face full of confusion, "It was you who took the initiative to request to sever the father-son relationship between you and the Marquis of Chengyang in the palace. Now you have no relatives in Kyoto, and no one to rely on. Where else can you go if not to find your uncle?"

Wei Zheng lowered his head, then nodded, as if he particularly agreed with He Hui's point of view. Indeed, a person who had no relationship with his father's family would naturally seek protection from his mother's family.

What she said was indeed true, but unfortunately, his life experience was complicated. Of course, he could live a life of luxury and comfort if he returned to Dongzhi, but he still had unfinished business in his heart. As long as the Marquis of Chengyang and that vicious woman were not dead, and he did not avenge his mother, he would have a guilty conscience and it would be difficult for him to return to Dongzhi.

"That's all," Wei Zheng held up the teacup and examined it carefully. After a while, he said, "This world is vast. I will definitely explore it."

The young man stood with his hands behind his back, the jade fan in his hand reflecting a warm light, which seemed to reflect the young man's mood.

Wei Zheng left.

Marquis Chengyang heaved a sigh of relief, threw away the invitation letter from King Dongzhi that could be called a threatening letter, sat back in the carved wooden chair, and drank a cup of tea with a dry mouth.

"You little bastard, do you really think I'm afraid of him just because you brought up King Dongzhi?! Don't you see whose secrets I'm holding in my hands?"

Cheng thoughtfully filled the cup with tea, "Your Majesty is talking about..."

Marquis Chengyang narrowed his eyes, put the teacup back heavily, and stared at Cheng fiercely, making her feel the hairs on her back stand up.

"Master?"

"I forgot to ask you, are the things Wei Zheng said at the Queen Mother's birthday banquet true? Did his mother have poison in her body when she was pregnant with him? That's why he was born weak. Tell me honestly, was it you who poisoned him?"

Cheng quickly knelt down, "Master, you are wronged! Madam Wen..." She lowered her voice, as if she was afraid that the people outside would hear her, "She was here before coming to the palace... The poison must have been brought from Dongzhi!"

Yes, who would be so mean to a woman whose pregnancy was ruined, unless he was the biological father of the child?

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Liao Hui handed over the water bag and said, "Young Master, have a drink of water. The weather is dry and cold, and we still have a long way to go to the north."

Wei Zheng raised his hand to take it, tilted his head back and drank it all. The water in the water bag had already gone cold, and as soon as he drank it, even his heart felt cold, "Cough cough cough——"

"Sir, your body is really not suitable..."

Wei Zheng waved his hand, "Whether it is suitable or not, I have the final say!" He raised his hand and threw the water bag to her. Wei Zheng stood up and looked at the surrounding environment. Just like between the low mountains, there is only one path to pass through. The further north you go, the more mountainous the roads are, and the bumpier the journey is. Wei Zheng lowered his head and calculated that this body should be able to hold on.

Liao Hui frowned. There was still some poison in the young master's body, so he should take good care of himself. Who would have thought that he kept dissuading others and insisted on going to the north in this cold winter.

Even Miss He couldn't persuade her.

With a sigh, Liao Hui still had the order from King Dongzhi that Wei Zheng must not be allowed to get into trouble, so she said, "Even if you don't care about your body, you have to understand that the prince would not bear to see you ruin your body like this."

Wei Zheng said nothing.

"Sir, if you want to go to the north, I will not stop you. However, the winter is very cold and frosty. For your health, I will arrange your itinerary. You don't have to rush on the snowy day."

Wei Zheng's eyes widened, and just as he was about to retort, he saw Liao Hui cupping her hands, "If you insist on having your own way, then I will have no choice but to take you back to Dongzhi."

Wei Zheng: ...

you are vicious.

Liao Hui arranged the whole group. Wei Zheng was poisoned, and the people who followed him were all Liao Hui's men. He really had no chance of winning against so many people. When you are under someone's roof, you have to bow your head. He had realized it.

Wei Zheng admitted defeat.

After hurrying for a long time, they finally found an inn which was not too luxurious. Liao Hui discussed the details with the innkeeper. When she turned around, she saw Wei Zheng wearing a cloak and staring at a window with torn paper.

"Sir, the weather is very cold, you should go in first."

Then we went up to the second floor, and the not-so-spacious room became a little warm because of two pots of charcoal fire.