Miss Fortune: Is the regent ready for today?

Chapter 425: Unconvinced
"If Ming He wanted to avenge his best friend Yin Jie Lin, he would have found a reason to go to Donghai and raid my mansion in the past fourteen years. Do you know why he didn't do that? Because the cause of Yin Jie Lin's death was more due to him and Mei Chengting, not me! He didn't dare to confront me head-on, and could only hide behind those close people who supported him. Then he watched them stand up one by one, leave one by one, and die one by one, but he was still hiding. He even hid behind a junior like you, set up a plan for you to go to Lincheng to meet King Xing Ling, and then designed a plan for you to go to Lingzhou. He wanted to use you to get rid of me!"

"I have done so many things in Daliang in the past ten years... Which one of them was not approved by Ming He? He is eager for me to do those bad things to highlight how falsely noble Ming He is in his heart!"

"Minghe, Minghe, as a king, you are afraid of me, so afraid that you don't even trust Yin Jielin! I did help Chang Yinglian on her path to the imperial examination, but in the end she chose to become Yin Jielin's aide, and was still suppressed by you in the court. In the end, she went to Ningcheng to be a private school teacher, and she no longer had the opportunity to display her talents in the court!
Is she really looking for the truth about Yin Jielin's death? Minghe, you know this question very well. After all, she is a rare female official in Daliang. You don't know her talent, and you put on a disgusting look, praising that women can't be officials. What are you proud of?"

"A Jin was troubled by rumors in the past. She came to me and cried, saying that she had clearly done a blood test with you to confirm that she was your daughter, but why did you never protect her? Because you are cowardly and you want to avoid those rumors directed at you. Until finally, A Jin was forced to leave the palace with those stigmas. Baizhou is a remote place, but you didn't stop her!"

“When I was young, I was the smartest prince of the Ming royal family. However, I was too young to compete for the throne. When your mother was alive, she often bullied me because of this… When I grow up, Second Sister can play chess with me and I will win!
But when we were training in the military training ground that year, why did you point the crossbow in your hand at my horse?"

When Ming Zhidu's words really took effect, these accusations struck the hearts of everyone present without exception.

Minghe never thought that he could remember these past events so clearly.

Ming Fanlan never thought that he could still speak up for her even though he was already on the brink of abdication.

Mei Chengting felt a pain in his heart, but he remained kneeling on the ground. His knees had no feeling, and he stammered, unable to refute.

General Song and Tan Ge, who were not involved, all had heavy expressions on their faces.

General Song even breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at Ming Zhidu with more pity and compassion in his eyes.

General Song still remembered that when Ming Zhidu was a child, he asked him to teach him how to use a spear. He could see at a glance that the boy was cruel and ruthless, so he left too much leeway when teaching him.

But General Song also remembered that on the day when Ming Zhidu Fengfan left the capital, the guards at the gate of the Song Mansion found a fine purple-tasseled halberd on the steps in front of the Song Mansion.

He knew that it was a farewell gift from Ming Zhidu.

Chi Linjing lowered his eyes, his expression complicated. In front of him, the young prince who was almost shouting at the top of his lungs to accuse him, although not much older than him, was his uncle.

In fact, from the moment he asked Chi Linjing to go down the city gate to chat, Chi Linjing understood that Ming Zhidu was extending him an olive branch.

But he calculated that Wan Ruotan would send troops to support Shangjing, and he also calculated that Ming Zhidu's rebellion would fail.

I'm afraid that the words "When I ascend the throne, I'd like to make friends with Southern Xia" will never come true in this lifetime.

The words just now hit Yin Luo's heart. She clenched her fists, but didn't know what to do next.

No matter what, so many people died because of Ming Zhidu, this is an unchangeable and irreversible fact.

Jinzhen's luck started to improve again, and she suddenly saw Ming Zhidu take a step back.

The white-robed prince looked at Ming He for a long time. "Even if I die here today, the emperor of Daliang will no longer be your useless Ming He. People say that you, Ming He, have a left arm and a right arm. Prime Minister Yin is dead, and your left arm is gone." He laughed softly, "They say you still have a right arm, and that you still have Mei Chengting, the Antaisi envoy who supports you with his life."

"They are all wrong. You, Minghe, have always had only one arm, Yin Xiangjielin."

"After A Jin died, I didn't kill Mei Chengting because I wanted him to be alive more than you did. He had evil intentions to begin with, and keeping him by your side made me feel more relieved than if I killed him."

The white-robed prince waved his sleeves and smiled as if he knew his fate. Since he really stepped into Pingyang Courtyard, he had never looked at the dragon throne in the Dragon Palace. Now he looked up at the sky. The resentment accumulated over the past decade washed his heart and piled it up in darkness. In a trance, he saw Ming Jin wearing the clothes he chose and holding a hawthorn cake and calling him: "Little Uncle."

Boom boom, thunder sounded again in the sky.

Ming Zhidu looked around at the black-clad royal guards on the high platforms who were drawing their bows and arrows.

"Yin Luo, it was the same scene at Yulan Road fourteen years ago. Your father was stupid until his death, working for someone who was not worthy."

His words angered Yin Luo. The girl in the black skirt frowned and used her true energy.

But the prince in white took the initiative to slap himself in the chest.

Blood flowed from Ming Zhidu's mouth. As his hand slowly fell, Yin Luo looked at his chest and stabbed a hidden dagger into his heart...

His face was dignified and elegant, the darkness in his eyes had disappeared, leaving only a smile.

He took a final glance at the people who were still standing next to Minghe.

"I can die, but even if I die, I will not let you get what you want."

The poison in the hidden dagger invaded his heart, and purple blood flowed out of his white clothes. At the moment he fell to the ground with a thud, the royal guards on the high platform received an order to fire rockets...

A sea of ​​fire suddenly broke out in the Pingyang Courtyard.

Xin Jusong was shouting outside the courtyard, almost collapsing: "Prince—Prince—"

Those bandits seemed to be rushing in regardless of their lives.

When he was dying, Ming Zhidu heard these noises and the spreading fire burned his white clothes. He closed his eyes and smiled.

It’s great that there are still people standing on his side.

The crystal coffin was parked high in the mountains. The smell of burning rushed into Ming Zhidu's nostrils, and he no longer felt the pain.

He just thought, Ah Jin, maybe this is God's will? That year when you learned that I wanted to usurp the throne, you cried and begged me not to kill your father, but I didn't respond. Now I have finally become a defeated enemy and died in the sea of ​​fire.

A Jin, I didn't kill your father, but when we meet in the underworld, I will go and apologize to you.

I'm sorry, Ajin, because I was unwilling to accept it, I put you in the crystal coffin.

The raging fire made the clouds in the sky darker and darker, and the only sound in the huge Pingyang Courtyard was the crackling sound of fire.

Ming Fanlan drooped his eyelids and was about to cry.

"Yuan Jin. These years, it wasn't you who yearned for the imperial power. It was you who refused to accept it."