Daughter Of Rebellious Minister

The flute melody was melodious and drifted through the air. Meng Zixian walked over and saw a familiar figure. She immediately recognized that it was Song Qi River.

Song Que's fingers were long and slender, his joints were clear. The hand holding the flute pressed down on every syllable of the flute, producing a beautiful melody.

"Who?" He seemed to have sensed something, and turned his head to find Meng Zixian standing there, not moving an inch.

"What a coincidence." Meng Zixian showed an embarrassed yet polite smile as she waved at him in greeting.

"Why did you come out this time?" Song Que frowned.

Meng Zi spread out her hands and did not hide anything in the end. "I dreamt that Huai Qingge would harass me, so I came out and humiliated her."

Song Que seemed to believe him: "After this is done, hurry up and go back." He still allowed Meng Zixian to stay.

Meng Zixian watched him leave. Seeing that there was nothing fun to do, she turned around and went back to her room. She stayed here for the whole day to eat and wash her body and mind. Sure enough, she had a good night's sleep.

The next day, Gu Jing Cheng sent someone to invite Meng Zixian to the mansion. Meng Zixian thought that after they got there, they might have a chance to see Song Qishen.

Meng Zixian sat on a palanquin and arrived at King Jing's mansion. The butler personally came to welcome her, "Miss Meng, the prince is going to the palace for some matters."

Meng Zixian waved her hand, telling them not to worry about her, and then casually made her way to the room they had previously occupied.

It wasn't until nightfall that Gu Jing Cheng returned. He went to Meng Zixian's room with a face full of fatigue.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing. It's just that something happened in the imperial court." Gu Jing Cheng rubbed his forehead and sighed: "Zi Xian, next time you come out, you must get Qi He's people to send a letter first. Don't leave the palace rashly."

Meng Zixian was stunned when she poured the tea and asked, "What, what happened?"

Gu Jingcheng raised his head and looked at her seriously, "Your majesty asked me if the emblem dropped. Why did I repeat the words twice to test me? It was as if I wanted to capture you."

Meng Zixian felt guilty. When she thought of what Song Qishen had said to her, she suddenly felt that she was being reckless and had implicated others. She sincerely apologized to Gu Jingcheng.

Song Que waved his hand, "No need to apologize. I did not handle this matter well."

"I don't know when I put someone else in there." Gu Jing Cheng seemed to be a bit angry. When he said this, he was a bit ruthless. This was the first time Meng Zixian had seen him so warm and unfeeling.

The first person who would be watching her, Meng Zixian thought, was Chen Huaizhi.

"Chen family, do you know what's going on?" Meng Zixian asked tentatively. She was worried that Gu Jingcheng wouldn't tell the truth due to their relationship with the Song Qi river.

"What, you suddenly asked about the Chen Clan?" Gu Jing Cheng tilted his head and looked at her seriously.

Meng Zixian thought it through in her mind and finally explained, "Chen Huaizhi is from Song Que's side, you know that."

Gu Jingcheng nodded. "When Qi He was willing to follow me into this muddy water, it was because she wanted to take Chen Huai out of the palace and keep an eye on him."

When Meng Zixian heard the three words "look", she felt as if her throat had been stuck with a bone. It was extremely painful, and even after swallowing it, she still felt uncomfortable. She said grudgingly, "She … is really not worth it."

Gu Jingcheng smiled slightly, "He knows his own cold and his own sweet and bitter drink. It might or might not be worth it. Only he knows."

Meng Zixian told her the truth, but she felt that no one would believe her. People only saw the surface, and if they didn't see it with their own eyes, they wouldn't believe it.

"The Chen family has always stood on the side of the Emperor, but I don't think so. I keep having the feeling that they are too loyal, and the things they found proved that they don't want to become loyal officials."

Meng Zixian looked at Gu Jingcheng's mocking smile and made a bold guess, but in the end, it all went back to her stomach.

"Alright, it's already so late. You should rest. Since you've come out, it should be fun for a few days." Gu Jingcheng gave her a comforting smile.

Meng Zixian watched him leave and laid on the bed with her mind in a mess.

She stayed at the Jing King Manor for a few days and took advantage of Gu Jing City entering the palace to return with him.

The days in the palace were still boring, so Meng Zixian decided to investigate the case regarding Huai Qingge.

It was night. The wind was strong, and the dark sky was heavy. It was so heavy that no one could breathe.

Meng Zixian, dressed in a black tight suit, ran recklessly on the beams of the palace and finally arrived at Huai Qingge's sleeping quarters.

Ever since someone died, there were sounds of weeping from time to time. It was said that Huai Qingge was causing trouble, but Meng Zixian did not believe this. It was impossible for this to happen, and it could only be someone pretending to be mysterious.

However, the sleeping quarters had only been a few days, and were already deserted. Cold gusts of wind climbed up from his pants, causing people to shiver uncontrollably.

After landing, Meng Zixian had the feeling that something was off. He looked around cautiously. Other than the rustling of the leaves in the wind, there was nothing else.

"Who are you …" Just as Meng Zixian was about to open the door, she heard an ancient female voice from behind her, causing her goosebumps to rise up.

She turned around and saw an extremely old woman, supported by a servant girl. Her face was haggard and haggard.

Meng Zixian was covered and thought that she would be discovered, so she prepared to run. However, the woman continued: "Are you here to watch Qingge?"

"She died. She died a miserable death." As the woman spoke, tears fell from her cloudy eyes. "I heard her crying that night. I didn't mind because she used to cry every night. But she really died that time …"

This woman's words were slurring, as if she was immersed in her own world. The servant girl beside her revealed an awkward expression.

"What do you guys seem to know?" Meng Zixian walked down the steps to stand in front of them and put on a disguise.

"You guys weren't afraid when you saw me?"

"Normally, we would be scared, but now that the name of this palace has been given to the Ghost Temple, no one dares to come. Other than an old friend of Huai Zhaoyi, who would dare to not be afraid and run here?" Although this servant looked very ugly and was very strong, she had a clear mind and sharp tongue. She did not fear Meng Zixian's sharp eyes at all.

"Young lady, if you really wish to know about the death of Huai Zhaoyi, you can start with another concubine."

"Who did you see kill?"

"My master and I have been staying here all year round, relying on each other to survive. The palace has almost forgotten about us. When they came that day, I happened to see them."