Daughter Of Rebellious Minister

Yang Chunzi's face was ugly. He walked up to Meng Zixian and said, "You've really made a bad decision."

"Yeah, I was rather interested before, but I threw myself in."

The dart was poisonous, and Meng Zixian had been feeling dispirited for the past few days. She could not get rid of the poison, so she sat there with her eyes half closed.

After a moment of silence, Yang Chunzi advised, "After this, you can leave."

Meng Zixian shook her head. "Thank you for your kind intentions, Master." When she was unconscious, she fell into a dream back to her previous life and thought about many things. Perhaps she could have left, but now, she could no longer do so.

"Master, in the next few days, we will be making our move. If you have anything you want to do, you should hurry up and take care of it."

"I'm waiting for you to make a move, I want the Yang family to die." Yang Chunzi's face was expressionless as he said those cruel words.

Meng Zixian looked at him in surprise. He smiled, "Was it an accident?" Do you think I'm a good person? "

"When I came back this time, I knew that the imperial government finally couldn't bear to see Duke Huai An. I also wanted to use this opportunity to destroy the Yang family."

"What grudge? Isn't he your relative?" Meng Zixian stood up with difficulty, leaned forward, and looked at him seriously.

Yang Chunzi was silent for a while, then he spoke out his hatred from the bottom of his heart.

Yang Chunzi and Yang Chunying's mother, who was also a famous actress, married to the family head of the Yang family as a concubine. They thought that they would have to rely on her for their whole life, but the mother of the Yang family was sinister and tortured their mother day in and day out.

Many people from the Yang family knew about this, and turned a blind eye to it. Their mother had been living a miserable life, but eventually, she was tortured to death.

When the siblings and their mother died, they left home in the name of a bastard, forced to roam the Jianghu at such a young age. The funniest thing was, not long after, the mother of the Yang family died due to an accident, wasn't that the retribution?

The heir lacked, in addition to him being more tolerant towards actors, he recognized Yang Chunzi, but refused to take her because she was a girl. At first, Yang Chunzi was unwilling, but later, she compromised and came back this time to watch over the Yang family and sever all ties.

Meng Zixian was silent. This was Yang Chunzi's own family matter, and she had no right to interfere in it. All she said was, "We're all family, so you better consider this carefully. Don't regret it."

Yang Chunzi laughed, "I want my mother to stay in the ancestral hall. They won't, and I don't want my sister to come back either."

"Have you ever thought that being able to control this clan would be better than destroying them?" Meng Zixian still didn't want to see Yang Chunzi take revenge in such a violent way.

"Don't try to persuade me, I don't want to hear it anymore." Yang Chunzi refused, "I came this time just to see your injury. This bottle of medicine is excellent."

Meng Zixian took it and started coughing, as if she was about to vomit. There was a taste of rust in her mouth and she couldn't help spitting out a mouthful of blood. There was a spray on the table in front of her.

Yang Chunzi was shocked and shouted, "Someone come!"

Bai Lanxin had been guarding the door. As soon as she heard the sound, she rushed in and saw Meng Zixian lying down on the table and didn't get up. She quickly ran over and picked her up, knocking her away when she passed by Yang Chunzi.

Yang Chunzi now knew that Meng Zixian's injuries were not as simple as they appeared to be. After touching her blood, he had already guessed that she was poisoned.

Song Que and Gu Jingcheng were not aware of this and were anxiously making preparations. After all, their military strength was inferior to Duke Huai An's and the four great families. They did not know who was sincere or faking it.

Even the commoners could feel the peculiar atmosphere. In the night market, there were very few people entering and exiting. The next morning, at the mouth of an alley, they could see the corpses of some people.

Three days later, when Meng Zixian woke up, she found herself in a strange place. She let out a long breath and propped herself up. Someone outside heard her, and a servant girl walked in.

"Miss, please rest." Meng Zi gently brushed away the servant girl's hand. Seeing that she was unable to do anything, the servant girl could only go over and support her.

"Where are we?"

"On the ship."

Meng Zixian's face was deathly pale, and her lips were dried. When she got off the bed, her legs gave out and she almost kneeled down. She walked outside and found herself in the middle of the sea.

"I want to go back." When she spoke, she realized that her voice was hoarse.

The servant girl hurriedly knelt down. "Miss, you can't go back."

Something would definitely happen in Meng Zi's manor. Her wounds had actually healed a bit, but because she had been in a coma for so long, she was unable to stand up straight.

"Prepare the boat, or I will fly back myself."

The servant girl forced Meng Zixian to do what she said, worried that she would do as she said. She went to ask for the steward, who was always a talkative person, to persuade Meng Zixian, but couldn't do anything about it.

Meng Zixian looked at the vast sea surface. It was too quiet and uncomfortable. While she was lost in thought, a hand came out from behind her, and a handkerchief covered her.

A strange fragrance wafted out from the handkerchief. After smelling it, he could not help but feel dizzy and his body went limp.

The steward from before caught the servant and let the female servants carry her in. "Take good care of her."

At this time, Jiang Huai District.

A Hongmen feast was about to begin.

Song Que and Gu Jingcheng already knew about Meng Zian's situation and also agreed to let Bai Lan send him away. At this moment, they were both preparing for battle.

Duke Huai An sent invitations to all four noble families of Gu Jing City and gathered at the house of the Marquis.

Song Qi He's slender figure, light green clothes, pure white muslin, and his clothes and hair were like a butterfly dancing on its own.

Gu Jing Cheng was also dressed formally. He was dressed in the attire of a prince, and his imposing manner was like a rainbow. He was like a sword in its scabbard, ready to be unsheathed at any moment.

The two of them walked to the door of the house of the Marquis, and it just so happened that Bai Lanxin also got off the carriage. Bai Lanxin was dressed in a new black robe, and the dark markings on it were luxurious, the corners of his clothes fluttered as he walked, his hair was tied up, and when he saw Song Qi He and her group, he nodded his head slightly, and everything was in silence.

After walking all the way in and sitting down, he realized that the first one to arrive was the fourth young master of the Yang family. The fourth young master was sitting at an inconspicuous place with a faint smile on his face.

The time for the predetermined banquet gradually came. Guests came in one after another, greeted each other and said something about chasing after each other.

"Duke Huai An has arrived —!"

Today, Duke Huai An was also dressed in the attire of a Marquis, with jewels and jades hanging on his body, making him appear luxurious. He walked over step by step, and he had quite an imposing manner, and after taking his seat, other than Gu Jingcheng who did not stand up, everyone else stood up and said to him, "Congratulations to the Marquis."