The Reborn Princess Has Turned Evil

Chapter 175 Fang Ling's Trick

While the Prince's Mansion was waiting for witnesses, Fang Ling was still staying at the brothel "Spring Moon," enjoying wine and conversation with beautiful women by his side, showing no sign of panic.

"My lord~" came the sweet cry of the courtesan Furong.

"My lord, why did you abandon me halfway through last night? How annoying!"

Fang Ling was in a good mood today. With Prince Qing under house arrest, he could finally vent his anger over the loss of his son.

But last night, Prince Su found him and ordered him to kill Kang Ziqing, the former forger. He had no idea why, but he guessed it was for some reason. Kang Ziqing was the supervisor of the hairpin that had the accident, so he must be of great use. In this case, he was to be killed to silence him.

“Hibiscus,” Fang Ling asked.

"Sir, please speak."

Several months ago, Fang Ling met Fu Rong. Fu Rong had a beautiful voice, like a heavenly melody, and coupled with her gentle personality and beautiful appearance, Fang Ling was quite fond of her. Therefore, he often came to see Fu Rong, and before long, he became a regular visitor to her.

Fang Ling drank a cup of wine and said, "If someone were to take away your most beloved possession, what would you do?" His half-drunk appearance seemed both genuine and feigned.

"My lord, I am pitiful. My parents died early, and I was born into a brothel. Before I met you, I was just a drifting duckweed. Now, my lord is my only hope."

Furong spoke with heartfelt sincerity, wiping away her tears as she said, "To put it bluntly, if something were to happen to you, my lord, and it were by the will of Heaven, I would follow you. But if it were by human intervention, I would risk my life to avenge you."

Furong was already beautiful, and her tears made her even more endearing. Zhengzheng's words moved Fang Ling, the old fox.

"You, a frail woman, possess such a spirit; I, as a father, have failed you." For a moment, Fang Ling felt a pang of regret.

Seeing this, Furong stepped closer to Fang Lingxie. She spoke softly and gently, "I have only heard about your son's affairs. I am not well-versed in poetry and literature, nor do I understand the greater principles. I only know how to protect and cherish the people around me."

Furong didn't say it explicitly, but she made the fire burn brightly.

Fang Ling gently patted Furong's hand without saying anything.

Just then, there was a knock at the door. "My lord."

"Come in."

Knowing that this was a meeting, Furong tactfully stood up and said, "My lord, I shall take my leave now."

Fang Ling nodded in response.

Furong hadn't gone far when she turned back, trying to eavesdrop, but even with her ear pressed against the crack in the door, she couldn't hear anything.

……

royal palace.

With such a commotion in the palace, the number of guards and troops had doubled, and Jing Fengyao was really worried, so he came to Yongfu Palace early in the morning.

"Little sister, were you frightened last night?"

The arrow from last night naturally frightened Jing Anle, but she didn't dare tell Jing Fengyao directly. Instead, she said that a palace servant found it at the palace gate.

Even so, Jing Fengyao was startled. He insisted on pulling Jing Anle aside to ask for clarification and to check the situation.

"I'm fine." Jing Anle found him both amused and annoyed by his reaction.

"Brother, you should take a look at this arrow."

Jing Fengyao picked up the arrow and examined it for a while before saying, "The arrow shaft is ordinary and quite common, but the arrowhead exudes a chilling aura. It's not ordinary iron; it seems to be top-quality black iron."

"Mysterious Iron?" Jing Anle asked, somewhat puzzled.

Although Jing Anle was not skilled in martial arts, there were records in books that Xuan Tie was not something ordinary people could obtain; it was usually held by the military. This further confirmed Jing Anle's suspicions.

"Everyone's saying that the assassin killed Consort Yu. What do you think, Your Majesty?"

Upon hearing the name Consort Yu, a flicker of panic crossed Jing Fengyao's eyes, but it quickly vanished.

"Consort Yu died before she could atone for her past misdeeds. Her death is the best she could have gotten away with."

These words sounded strange, and Jing Anle also felt that Jing Fengyao was quite different from his usual gentle self.

Before Jing Anle could ask, Jing Fengyao interrupted, "In short, all you need to know is that protecting yourself is the most important thing."

Ever since the last time he was punished, Jing Anle has felt that something was off about Jing Fengyao. Could it be...?

Despite his doubts, Jing Anle didn't ask any further questions, intending only to investigate secretly.

Seeing Jing Anle's reaction, Jing Fengyao patted her shoulder and said gently, "Don't worry, now that we have evidence, I will definitely report to Father and have the officials investigate thoroughly together."

"Your Majesty has protected me, and I also hope that Your Majesty is well. However, this matter is complicated, so Your Majesty must be careful."

Jing Fengyao nodded, genuinely feeling that Jing Anle had matured a lot.

The two then ate breakfast together before going to class.

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Ci'an Palace.

The Empress Dowager was in a much better mood today, and even ate more. She showed no signs of being disturbed by the assassin.

"I'm not afraid that His Majesty won't release them; I can find help."

Su Rong nodded in agreement, "The Empress Dowager is right. Now we can just wait patiently for good news."

Just then, a palace maid came to report that Consort Lin and Consort Li had arrived. The Empress Dowager and Su Rong exchanged a glance. Su Rong understood and turned to the palace maid who had come to deliver the message, saying, "The Empress Dowager was disturbed last night and is not feeling well. Please go and invite the two consorts back. She will come to visit them again in a while."

After Su Rong finished speaking, she looked at the Empress Dowager, who nodded in satisfaction.

In stark contrast to her smugness was Emperor Jing, who was being helped to change his clothes by Eunuch Wei.

His eyes were half-closed, and it was unclear what he was thinking. But today, it seemed that some things would become clear.