Cheng Jingrong is dead.

Xie sat on one side blankly, looking at the man's wide eyes, and after a long time, he covered his mouth and cried silently.

He died, the devil that lived in her heart was dead, she felt relieved, but she suddenly became afraid. She was afraid of death, she didn't want to die, she wanted to spend the rest of her life with her daughter, she wanted to live and be her daughter's support, and when she was in trouble, there was a mother who could complain and ask for help, and when she was bullied, she also wanted to teach her how to take care of her children, and she wanted to...

There are so many things that Xie wants to do, and he does it one by one.

But she had to die. The moment she decided to kill Cheng Jingrong, she knew that she had no way out.

The night was as cool as water, and the gauze tent covered the moonlight that flowed in and the low crying sounds inside.

After crying enough, Xie hung up the gauze tent, slowly climbed over the man, and got off the ground. When he just stood up, his legs became weak, and he just took two more steps. He had water in the room. Xie lit the light first, then wet the veil and washed his face. The water was clear and cool, as if the stream flowed all over his body, taking away the last bit of reluctance.

After wiping his face, only peace was left in Xie's eyes.

She went to the outside room.

The one who vigiled tonight was Nuanhe, the eldest maid who grew up with her since childhood. She knew all the misfortunes she suffered when she married into Prince Jing’s Mansion, and all the pain in her heart. She could not tell the parents and brothers who sold their daughters for honor, or the children who would feel uncomfortable about it. She could only say a few words to this loyal maid when she felt that she could not continue to be happy.

"Princess?" Suddenly, Nuanhe sat up in shock.

"Well, I have something to tell you, you should put on your clothes first." Xie whispered.

Nuanhe was confused, looked at the inner room, quickly put on her clothes, and then stood in front of Xie. Just as she was about to guess her expression, Xie said calmly: "He is dead, I will kill him with my own hands."

Nuanhe covered her mouth in horror and stared at the familiar woman in front of her. The other party was calm and quiet. Nuanhe couldn't tell whether what she was saying was true or not. With a glimmer of hope, she staggered towards the inner room. Not long after she entered, she stepped out and knelt in front of Xie and cried bitterly, "Why are you so stupid? You have revenge yourself, why don't you think about the girl or the young master in your belly..."

Xie looked at her crying, and when Nuanhe gradually calmed down, she whispered: "Today I sent a jewelry box to the girl. There was a mezzanine at the bottom, and there were two letters hidden inside. When the girl came, remember to tell her, but no one should know about this except the girl and you and me. Do you remember?"

Nuanhe was stunned, and a bad premonition appeared in her heart, "Why didn't the princess say it herself?"

Xie smiled and looked at the roof and said, "Brother Jun has been there alone for so long. He must have missed his mother. I will go down to accompany him tonight."

"Princess..." Nuanhe kept crying and she burst into tears.

Xie told her, "...If someone asks me, you just say that the prince couldn't escape to save me... Someone might arrest you for interrogation, and you will probably suffer some hardship..."

"I am not afraid!" Nuanhe leaned on Xie's lap and cried, "I am born as the princess, and death is your ghost. When I have done what you ordered, I will go down to accompany you immediately. When I go there, I will continue to serve you!"

Xie closed his eyes and tears burst out again.

~

At the Yunyang Marquis Mansion, Fugui ran to the door of the upper room. Chu Qing had heard the movement and put on her outer robe and rushed out, "What's the matter?"

He had not fought with several generations of King Dongping, but he still knew the skills of the Hu family. It was difficult to decide the outcome of the son-in-law this time. Chu Qing was still worried, just because she was afraid that the son-in-law would have a bad situation and that her daughter would suffer for a lifetime. So when she heard the abnormal movement in the middle of the night, she first thought that news came from Fujian.

"Mr. Marquis, the water is gone to Prince Jing's mansion!" Fugui said breathlessly, "Jin Shuo just sent someone to talk back and forth, saying that Prince Jing's yard was gone, and King Jing was also inside. When the person who was sending the message came, both of them were trapped in the house, and their lives and death were unknown!"

Chu Qing frowned and walked quickly to the courtyard to look towards the direction of Prince Jing's Mansion. Sure enough, he saw the fire rising into the sky. The two families were not far away. It was because they were close that they could understand the terror of the fire.

Chu Qing looked at the sea of ​​fire that illuminated half of the sky, was silent for a moment, and ordered Fugui to send a maid to inform his daughter, and he went back to the house to dress.

In Lianyuan, Hanzhu opened her eyes sleepily until she heard Sixi say that the water from Prince Jing's Mansion had left, she suddenly woke up.

He quickly put on his clothes, Hanzhu looked at his sleeping son, and Ming Sixi stood by and watched, and she hurried to the front yard.

"The carriage is ready, I will accompany you." Chu Qing didn't want to get involved in the affairs of Prince Jing's mansion anymore, and knew that her daughter had to go back tonight, so she ordered someone to prepare the carriage early.

When Hanzhu got into the car worriedly, the other two men from the Hou Mansion rushed over. Chu Qing thought about it and didn't take anyone. He took the guards to put out the fire. When the outsiders rescued the outsiders would only say that Cheng Jingrong and his wife were lucky and could not be saved. Those who disliked him should put shit on him. Anyway, there were enough guards in Prince Jing's mansion, and he and his daughter were enough to go over and say that.

"Hanhan, don't be anxious. The palace is so big, there will be no wind tonight, and the fire will not burn Changfeng Hall." Chu Qing whispered to comfort his daughter.

Hanzhu turned her head to look at him, and saw a smile in the man's bright starry eyes, which was obviously a gloating.

Hanzhu didn't know how to tell him, so don't look at the other direction. In fact, in terms of relationships, whether Cheng Jingrong or Xie had nothing to do with her. Cheng Jingrong treated Cheng Yu like that, I believe that Cheng Yu would not be sad even if Cheng Jingrong had an accident. However, there were too many people who died in Prince Jing's Mansion in the past two years, and Hanzhu felt inexplicably heavy.

Chu Qing knew that her daughter was kind-hearted and did not tease her anymore.

The carriage quickly arrived at Prince Jing's Mansion. When Hanzhu was helped by Chu Qing, another carriage came quickly in front of him. Hanzhu stood firm and looked over. He saw Cheng Lan staggering off the car with the help of her husband Lu Yao. He didn't even look at them, but ran to the palace crying. Instead, Lu Yao nodded to her and Chu Qing.

Thinking of the pain Cheng Lan had endured, Hanzhu felt even more depressed and followed Chu Qing quickly.

Xie's yard was just behind Cheng Jingrong's yard. When everyone rushed over, they saw fires everywhere. The guards hurriedly carried water to put out the fire. Cheng Lan wanted to rush in and was tightly grabbed by Lu Yao. Chu Qing even stopped her daughter early and refused to let her go forward. So Hanzhu stood on Chu Qing's side, listening to the raging sound of the flames in front, and listening to Cheng Lan's heart-wrenching crying, slowly she seemed to be trapped in a dream, and all this became unreal.

In the chaos, she saw Xie's maid Nuanhe running towards Cheng Lan with her hair disheveled hair. Cheng Lan grabbed her and asked something. Hanzhu couldn't hear clearly. She guessed that she was asking her parents' news. Hanzhu couldn't hear anything Nuanhe replied, but she only saw Nuanhe kneeling down and kowtowed three times in a row, and then ran towards the fire like a moth to the flame.

Perhaps it was because of the strong fireworks, or maybe it was because of some reason. Seeing Cheng Lan collapsed backward without warning and being held back by Lu Yao in time, Hanzhu suddenly felt a dizzy moment. The final consciousness was the raging tongue of fire above her head, the strong arms behind her steadily holding her back, and the man called eagerly.
Chapter completed!