Bai Yueguang, the stand-in for Prince Sick Jiao

Chapter 52 Alive
Ling Qingyan's words made Ling Youyao's wavering heart firmer.

Since Fu Xiuyun intended to let Ling Ling go, he made up his mind to take back Xuanyuwei. Perhaps letting Fu Mingjue supervise and execute him would be his first move.

After returning to the palace, Ling Youyao buried herself in the pile of books.

If Fu Xiuyun wanted to take action against Fu Mingjue, he would never send out his own forces, the methods of the emperor, and the usual checks and balances.

When Lu Bao came in with the account book, she saw that she was very serious, and persuaded: "Princess, it's getting dark today, do you still want to read the account book? Why don't you read it tomorrow?"

"Have you brought them all?" Ling Youyao raised her head from the book.

Lu Bao nodded, and then put the thick account books on the table: "I brought them all, all the shops and Zhuangzi's account books are here."

"Okay, you go down first."

Lu Bao pursed her lips, and said: "The servant girl retreated first."

Just two steps away, Ling Youyao suddenly stopped her: "Is the prince back?"

"Not yet."

Ling Youyao paused, and then said: "My lord is back, remember to tell me."

Green Treasure responded, and backed out.

As soon as she came out, she found Yinzhu: "What do you think is wrong with the princess? After returning from the palace, she was very preoccupied. After returning to Ling's mansion today, she locked herself in her room to read a book."

"It's strange, it's really strange." Lu Bao sighed twice in succession.

Yinzhu glanced at the tightly closed door, and said: "Princess Wangfei is probably worried about the lord."

Lu Bao was puzzled, the prince is not well, so what is there to worry about?
What Ling Youyao is worried about is not the present, but the future.Previously, what she wanted was to prevent Fu Mingjue from rebelling, but the development of things was always beyond expectations.

She can't change the direction of the plot, but she can always do something to save her ending.

On a starless and moonless night, there was only the sound of pages being turned in the room, a warm candle lit up Ling Youyao's profile, and she could also see the firmness in her eyes.

She has only one wish: to live
The word "alive" seems easy, but it is another kind of extravagant desire in the chaos of conspiracy and power——

In the dark prison cell lay only a blood-stained person, motionless, his face whiter than snow, if you didn't look closely, you would think it was just a corpse.

"She's still alive?"

"Yes, it's not easy to survive after suffering more than 300 knives."

"It's really a pity that such a tenacious person died like this."

The indistinct voice came to Mingyue's ears intermittently, she opened her bloodshot eyes, her eyes were calm, and she sneered in her heart when she heard the conversation between the two.

In their eyes, her tenacity was just a dying struggle.

Sooner or later, she will die, but she just doesn't want to be the one who dies early!
Ah.
Mingyue quietly looked at the gray ceiling, the pain in her body was already numb, she closed her eyes, and recalled her life filled with hatred.

Hatred buried her deeply like winter snow, and as time passed, the snow was melted by an inexplicable heat, like a ball of fire, even her icy body would burn up.

Mingyue suddenly opened her eyes, and the cold cell was surrounded by fire, but there was a person standing in the raging fire——

He said, "Would you like to come with me?"

Mingyue endured the severe pain and sat up, staring at him vigilantly through the distorted firelight: "Who are you?"

The other party smiled: "I'll save you, you just have to choose whether to follow me or not."

Mingyue bit her lower lip, hesitating in her heart.The flames outside were raging into the sky, and the tongue of flames devoured every inch of the blood-stained ground wantonly, and it would soon burn to her.

Live, or die?

Despite the ferocity of the fire, the man in black was not in the slightest eagerness, and quietly waited for her answer.

After a while, Mingyue slowly raised her hand and said only one sentence: "I'll go with you."

"Okay." Under the black robe, he showed a satisfied smile.

Mingyue left, dragging her mutilated body out of the prison engulfed in flames, until she saw the dazzling lamp under the eaves, she was shocked: she was still alive!

The man in black noticed her gaze and said with a smile, "I'm surprised too, you're still alive."

Mingyue leaned against his arms, her thin body was covered by a wide robe, it wasn't that she approached him intentionally, it's just that she doesn't even have the ability to stand up now.

"Now can you tell me, who are you?"

The man carried her into the room, carefully placed her on the bed, turned around, and took off the mask without any scruples.

"Of course you can know who I am."

After finishing speaking, he turned around slowly, and that familiar yet unfamiliar face appeared in front of Mingyue——

"I seem to have seen you before?"

Indeed, and not so long ago.

The fire in the prison came suddenly, but it was quickly extinguished.

Fu Mingjue stood in front of the ruins dressed in black, blending into the night. Although he couldn't see his expression clearly, he could feel the anger he was suppressing at the moment.

The Secretary of the Ministry of Punishment with a charcoal black face limped over and said, "I am guilty."

Hearing the word "guilty", Fu Mingjue chuckled suddenly: "You are indeed guilty."

Wan Hong's legs softened, and he almost knelt down: "It's the minister's dereliction of duty, please, my lord."

Before he could finish speaking, Fu Mingjue interrupted him: "You'd better pray that she dies in this fire, or you will be the one to die."

Wan Hong closed his eyes, his body was cold from head to toe.

The only thing I can hope for now is that Mingyue is dead.

Not long after, Jiang Liu came out of the fire, carrying a charred corpse behind him.

"My lord, she's dead, she's burnt beyond recognition, and she can't tell her face, but she does have 320 wounds on her body, it should be Mingyue." Jiang Liu said.

Hearing this, Wan Hong on the side heaved a sigh of relief.

Fu Mingjue got closer, looked at the charred corpse carefully, and pieced together Mingyue's face in his mind, and murmured: "It always feels a bit inappropriate to put that face on her."

Jiang Liudao: "My subordinates have seen Mingyue's execution record, which is consistent with the knife wound on this corpse."

Fu Mingjue withdrew his scrutinizing gaze: "Since he's dead, forget it, let's carry the body down."

"Yes." Jiang Liu beckoned someone to carry the body away.

Fu Mingjue turned to look at Wan Hong, who was reborn after the catastrophe, and said, "Congratulations, Mr. Wan, you can live a few more years."

Wan Hong's scalp was numb from his sight, and he said in a trembling voice, "I dare not."

Fu Mingjue ignored him, turned around and left the place.

Jiang Liu hurriedly followed, and asked in a low voice, "My lord, do you think this is the end of this matter?"

Fu Mingjue glanced at him coldly: "Didn't you say that the incision on the corpse was consistent with the records? Are you not sure?"

"No!" Jiang Liu's expression froze, "Of course my subordinate is sure, but I just asked a few more questions because I saw that your complexion was not very good."

Fu Mingjue stopped, looked up at the dark night sky, and said, "Just let her die like this, it's really cheap for her..."

(End of this chapter)