After rebirth, the Queen of Madness has gone against the will of Heaven

Chapter 298 Showdown and Probing

Yu Qingli gathered her torn outer robe, walked to the table and sat down, poured herself a cup of cold tea, and drank it elegantly. She was so calm, as if the panic just now was just a dream of Murong Feng.

"Your Highness, I know you have lofty ambitions and are certainly not content with your current life. Furthermore, His Majesty is probably already cultivating you. With just a little effort, Your Highness will surely be able to regain the throne. That position won't be too far away from you!"

Yu Qingli's words made Murong Feng's face turn pale. He looked around and warned in a low voice: "Yu Qingli, who told you such a thing? Do you know that if these words get out, you will be beheaded at best, but if things go wrong, I'm afraid your family will be confiscated and your ancestors will be exterminated!"

Yu Qingli's lips curled up into a meaningless smile, "Why? Your Highness doesn't have this in mind? I have the Emperor's orders. If Your Highness doesn't have this intention, then I don't mind marrying someone else!"

"you dare!"

Murong Feng was so angry that he couldn't help but glare at Yu Qingli, but he soon calmed down. He thought he had been disguising himself very well, and even his father, who was so smart, hadn't noticed it. How did this little woman figure out his true feelings?

Seeing the obvious doubt in Murong Feng's eyes, Yu Qingli couldn't help but smile and said, "Your Highness, don't be nervous. I know much more than this."

Murong Feng couldn't help but put away his gentle expression and asked sternly, "Who are you? What is your purpose in marrying into the palace?"

"Your Highness is truly heartbreaking. After such a long marriage, you still don't know my identity? Besides, wasn't it Your Highness who personally requested my marriage into this palace?"

Murong Feng saw that Yu Qingli did not seem to be lying, but he felt a little strange. According to what he knew, although Yu Qingli was known as the most talented woman in Jiangnan, she was also a woman who strictly observed etiquette. Moreover, she had only met him a few times before, so how could she understand his thoughts so thoroughly.

Perhaps it only proves one thing, that this woman is truly extremely smart!

"Yu Qingli, you said you wanted to make a deal with me. What kind of deal is it?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Qingli knew that Murong Feng had come out of the vortex of desire, had returned to normal, and could communicate normally. Then she said, "I will help you regain the throne of Crown Prince! The only condition is that you can't touch me!"

Murong Feng walked up to Yu Qingli, looked down at her, and swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth.

"Hahaha..." Murong Feng suddenly laughed out loud, "Qingli, even if you don't want me to touch you, there's no need to find such a ridiculous excuse, right?"

Yu Qingli raised an eyebrow, "Your Highness doesn't believe me?"

Murong Feng smiled but said nothing, but his expression had returned to a gentle state. He reached out and brushed Yu Qingli's messy hair away from her ear, then spoke softly, "Okay, Qingli, I'm sorry. I was a little too hasty today and didn't consider your feelings. It's getting late, so you should get some rest. I've already had the neighboring rooms cleaned up, and I'll be in the study soon. I promise I'll never force you in the future."

Murong Feng talked to himself, and then without waiting for Yu Qingli to speak, he walked out alone, and instructed Qinghe, who was standing outside the door, to quickly pack up Yu Qingli's things and wait for her to rest.

Yu Qingli clenched her fists and looked at Murong Feng's back thoughtfully. It seemed that she was a little too hasty. Murong Feng did not seem to trust her now. If it were not for the sudden incident today, she would not have made such a proposal.

Forget it, at least she has overcome this difficulty. After tossing and turning for half a day, she is really tired. She will go to the side room to rest first. She doesn’t know if Xiluo is doing well.

On the other side, Murong Feng went to the study and sent away all the palace maids and eunuchs who were accompanying him. Then he looked gloomy and sat alone behind the desk.

"Autumn marks!"

Following Murong Feng's low call, a figure emerged from the darkness and knelt politely in front of Murong Feng, "What are your orders, Your Highness?"

"Go check right now and find out who this Yu Qingli is."

Qiu Hen was stunned. He looked up the prince's wife, but wasn't her identity very clear?

"I want you to investigate whether Yu Qingli has had any contact with Prime Minister Yu, and whether she has had any secret contact with anyone else besides Prime Minister Yu. By the way, I heard that her mother is a businesswoman. You should go to Jiangnan and report the shop she owns and all related information."

"Yes! I will do it now!"

Qiu Hen left quietly, and Murong Feng fell into deep thought.

He hadn't felt anything before, but Yu Qingli's words today suddenly woke him up. He vaguely felt that he might have missed something. Yu Qingli had apparently severed ties with Prime Minister Yu and even refused to let his own sister in.

Could it be that all this was a show, a show for Murong Feng to watch?

Thinking about the previous interactions between Yu Qingli and Crown Prince Murong Cheng, and thinking about Yu Zhengsha's constant admiration for the Crown Prince, all signs indicate one thing.

Yu Qingli is very likely a chess piece placed by Yu Zhengsha next to him. What he said today might be a test of him!

Murong Feng's eyes grew cold at this thought. If this were true, then Prime Minister Yu had truly gone to great lengths, willing to make such a sacrifice for the Crown Prince. Then what about Yu Qingli? What role did she play in this? Why was she willing to go to such lengths for the Crown Prince? Could she, too, be in love with him? But then why were there rumors of Yu Qingli and the Prince of Yan having an affair?

Murong Feng stroked her slightly painful forehead. It seemed that for the time being, she could only wait and see. Everything had to wait until Qiu Hen returned from Jiangnan.

The moon was rising in the courtyard, and the whole palace had fallen silent. Only the shadows of the trees were swaying, rustling in the bleak night wind.

In a narrow courtyard in the outer hall, a figure flashed by lightly, like a cat moving between trees, ready to catch its prey. The person could be seen clearly in the moonlight. He was wearing a black tights, with only a pair of eyes exposed. Those eyes were about 50% similar to Yu Qingli's.

This person was Xiluo. She was waiting for her prey to appear.

Not long after, a young eunuch came out of the room, looked around, and then tiptoed out.

Xiluo was not anxious either. He just hid his breath and followed quietly.

The young eunuch walked through the courtyard and headed towards the palace in the west. That was the palace where Murong Yanhui lived. Xiluo's eyes turned cold. It seemed that this person was indeed arranged by Aunt Qing.

Xiluo pulled out a delicate dagger from her feet, and the next second, she rushed towards the little eunuch.

Just when the dagger was about to stab the young eunuch's neck, someone blocked her attack with a hairpin.

In the moonlight, Xiluo saw the face of the person clearly, and it was indeed Aunt Qing!

The young eunuch had already collapsed to the ground in fear, unable to move a step, but Xiluo did not stop. It was not that she was unwilling to do so, but if she stopped now, she would probably be the one who would die.

Xiluo was very clear about this, so naturally his murderous intent remained undiminished. The sharp dagger flew through the air, and each move was fatal, but it was always dodged by Aunt Qing before hitting the target.

Xiluo's heart skipped a beat, and he thought to himself that this was not good. This Aunt Qing's martial arts skills were obviously better than his. If this continued, there was a high possibility that he would die here.

But it was too late to withdraw his hand. Aunt Qing kept pressing forward. After several rounds, Xiluo had no choice but to save his life.

Just as the hairpin was about to pierce Xiluo's throat, a stone flew out of the air and knocked the hairpin out of Aunt Qing's hand. Xiluo took the opportunity to escape from the scene.

Looking at the young eunuch again, he had fainted from fright without knowing when.

Aunt Qing looked at Xiluo's fleeing figure thoughtfully. As soon as she turned around, she met a pair of deep phoenix eyes. The obvious anger in the eyes made Aunt Qing feel vaguely uneasy.

"Your Majesty..."

Murong Yanhui's gaze shifted between Aunt Qing and the young eunuch for a moment before he ordered in a cold voice, "Take that man with you and go back and talk!"

This time the conspiracy has been exposed. Aunt Qing is very clear in her mind that it seems that the person who just rescued Xiluo must be Murong Yanhui. What she has to face now is how to resolve the current situation.

In Anle Hall, the lights were on brightly, and amid the flickering red candles, Murong Yanhui's face was domineering!

"Aunt Qing, shouldn't you explain what's going on? Who is this little eunuch? Why did you fight with Xiluo again?"

Aunt Qing didn't say anything, but she had already knelt down.

Murong Yanhui frowned, but didn't let her get up. Xiluo was Yu Qingli's man. What was going on between Aunt Qing and Xiluo? And this little eunuch looked familiar, like someone from Ju'an Palace. Did Xiluo chase him all the way here just now to kill him?

All of this made Murong Yanhui feel like she was in a cloud of confusion. At this moment, she urgently wanted to figure out the cause and effect of the matter. Aunt Qing was like a second mother to him, and Xiluo must have done this at the behest of Yu Qingli. If there was a conflict between the two, he would be in a difficult position!

"Your Highness, please calm down. I don't know how to explain this matter. I only want to ask Your Highness to rest assured that I will never betray you!"

Over the years, Murong Yanhui still believed in Aunt Qing's loyalty, but what was she hiding from him?

He glanced at the little eunuch who had fainted. If Aunt Qing didn't want to say it, someone else would naturally say it.

Murong Yanhui picked up a cup of tea on the table and poured it directly on the young eunuch's face.