Quick Wear: Reversing Life

Chapter 547: The eldest daughter-in-law of a wealthy family (End)

"You're crazy!"

Wei Changheng's eyes widened: "——Come here! Kill this vicious woman! Kill her!!"

Zhao Ying's shoulders and arms were held down, and his cheeks were pinched while he was forced to drink poisoned wine.

She struggled and shouted, "No! No!" but still choked on a lot of poisonous wine.

Zhao Ying had not expected the poisonous wine to be so potent.

Soon it was like a ball of fire burning her belly, as if using her internal organs as firewood, burning her flesh and blood bit by bit.

The immense pain overwhelmed her like a tide. Zhao Ying's eyes were red and something was flowing out of them.

For a moment, Zhao Ying couldn't tell whether what was flowing out was tears or blood.

"Wei... Wei..." Zhao Ying fell to the ground, scarlet blood flowing up from his throat, and the taste of rust filled his mouth.

"I, I beg you..."

Wei Changheng watched her crawling towards him little by little, blood constantly flowing out of her mouth, like an evil ghost from hell demanding her life.

"...Wei Lang...please...be kind to...Yihe..."

"Don't... because... I... hate... her..."

Zhao Ying's face was filled with pain, his brows were furrowed, and his eyes were fixed on Wei Changheng.

In the firelight, Wei Changheng's face had not changed at all from a year ago, with red lips, white teeth, and a face as handsome as a jade.

But now he was wearing a python robe, his face was frosty, and his eyes were full of disgust when he looked at her. There was an iron door between them.

Before he died, Zhao Ying smiled.

Laugh at his own stupidity and laugh at Wei Changheng's indifference.

Wei Changheng saw that she was still laughing before she died, and frowned and scolded: "You are really crazy... crazy woman!"

"The thing I regret most in my life is saving you from falling into the water at the flower viewing party last year!"

Zhao Ying's smile gradually faded. The poison had spread to her heart and lungs. She could no longer say anything and could only make "ho ho" panting sounds.

Eventually, the panting died down until the last sound was swallowed up by silence.

Wei Changheng looked at Zhao Ying's distorted face, closed his eyes tightly, and turned away.

...

"Reporting to His Majesty, Zhao Liangdi has been executed in prison. It was ordered by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince himself."

Zhao Hui stood in front of the cradle, looking at the sleeping baby inside, and sneered: "That's all her own fault."

"Send a message to the Dingbei Marquisate and ask them to collect Zhao's body."

"Yes."

Lanxiang said, "I thought the Zhao family was a blessed family."

Although Lanxiang was married, she returned to Zhao Hui's side and became his personal maid after he ascended the throne.

In the past, everyone in the capital laughed at Zhao Ying for being content with being in a low position. Who would have thought that Zhao Hui would seize the throne in one fell swoop, and Wei Changheng would become the precious prince. Zhao Ying also rose in status and became the prince's concubine.

If she gives birth to a child in the future, she might even become the prince's concubine.

Who would have thought that she would bring disaster upon herself by poisoning the Crown Princess.

"No matter how fortunate a person is, he cannot withstand her own torture." Zhao Hui waved his hand lightly, and the eunuch who came to deliver the message left the palace.

Lanxiang said, "I heard from the people in the Zhao family's courtyard that Zhao was quite disgusted with the fact that the princess was a girl. She probably always thought she was pregnant with a boy."

Zhao Hui sneered: "You want to rely on your son to become a concubine."

She didn't want to be named a concubine when she had neither virtue nor talent, and her family was also in decline. The position of Liangdi was the best position the prince had asked for her.

She is still dreaming of getting promoted by giving birth to a boy.

"After all, she's still unlucky." Zhao Hui twisted the quilt for the little princess. "Girls are not inferior to boys. If Yihe has a promising future, she will naturally rise to prominence as well."

She stopped talking just enough and Lanxiang lowered her eyes and smiled faintly.

"Has the Crown Princess been appeased?"

"The gift you gave me has been delivered. The Crown Princess is sensible and knows what to do from now on."

Lan Xiang said, glancing at the sleeping princess. "...But, the princess is still so young, should she be left to be raised by the Crown Princess?"

Zhao Hui nodded. "Well, hasn't the Zhao family always been concerned about the princess's status as a concubine? Then adopt her under the name of the Crown Princess, and she will be legitimately a legitimate daughter. Then pick a nanny from the palace to serve the princess."

Lanxiang understood that this was to prevent the Crown Princess from neglecting the Princess because of Zhao Ying.

"How's Madam Fu doing lately? Is she still in the suburbs of Beijing?"

"Yes, the weather has been cold recently, and the number of customers at Lan Tang Villa has gradually increased."

"She'll enjoy it anyway."

Zhao Hui walked out of the hall. The wind was biting cold outside and a dim moon was hanging in the sky.

Somehow, Zhao Hui thought of Wei Ning.

"...Wei Ning also liked to take a bath in the hot springs in the past."

The once dashing scholar came to the capital with full of ambitions, but his sincerity and enthusiasm were extinguished by reality after he married the princess.

"He must be very regretful."

Marrying this princess ruined his career and eventually cost him his life.

Lan Xiang comforted her: "The Emperor's death was a worthy one, as he was able to accomplish great things for the Saint."

Zhao Hui stood at the entrance of the hall and looked at the moon for a while, then said to Lanxiang:

"Go call Madam Fu and tell her I haven't played chess with her in a long time."

...

When Fu Huaiying was riding in a carriage back to Beijing, he happened to meet the carriage of the Marquis of Dingbei rushing to the prison to collect Zhao Ying's body.

Although the Dingbei Marquisate had long ago removed Zhao Ying's name from the family tree, Zhao Ying had harmed the Crown Princess, and the royal family would certainly not give Zhao Ying posthumous honors, and burial in the imperial mausoleum was impossible. Only the Dingbei Marquisate could clean up this mess.

After hearing that Zhao Su's hand was disabled, he lived in seclusion and no longer cared about the affairs of the Marquis' Mansion, and even disappeared without seeing Fu Shuyue's two children.

Upon learning of Zhao Ying's death, the old lady fell ill and never recovered.

A year ago, the Marquis' Mansion was bustling with people, with high-ranking officials visiting in an endless stream. Now, the mansion is deserted, and even the vermilion paint on the gate has begun to peel and become mottled.

Without Zhao Su's support, given the mediocrity of Zhao Lan and Zhao Xuan, I'm afraid that in the next ten years, the Dingbei Marquisate will have no chance of reviving.

The couples of the second and third rooms also quarreled every day, and their relationship was getting worse day by day. It was said that they were even planning to separate recently.

When the dust settled, Fu Huaiying also stopped to watch their show.

When she entered the palace, Zhao Hui was waiting for her in the imperial study.

The chessboard has been set up by the window, waiting for the other party to arrive.

"See the Saint."

"No need to be polite, come on, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

After the game was over, neither of them spoke.

It wasn't until Fu Huaiying's chess pieces were completely wiped out that she smiled and said, "My skills are inferior to his. I lost."

Zhao Hui said, "Winning against you was a narrow victory."

She could see that Fu Huaiying's chess skills were superb. Although the victory was unfair, the game was very enjoyable.

Fu Huaiying said, "I came here today not only to play chess with the Saint, but also for another matter."

"tell me the story."

"I have come to bid farewell to the Saint. I am ready to leave the capital and see the mountains and rivers outside."

Zhao Hui asked, "Are you no longer managing the shops in the capital?"

"We have the shopkeeper here, and even if things don't work out, we still have Hongxiu watching over us, so nothing will happen."

"If Saint has any worries, you can go to Lan Tang Villa to relax at any time. I have already told Hong Xiu that if you come, the restaurant will not be open that day."

Zhao Hui said, "That's good. You grew up in the capital and have never seen the scenery outside of the capital."

"Then go ahead and take a look at this beautiful landscape for me."

Fu Huaiying stood up and saluted: "I hope the Saint will take care of himself."

Zhao Hui smiled and said, "I have a feeling that once you leave, you won't come back."

"All good things must come to an end. So, take care of yourself."

Fu Huaiying said: "The throne has no owner, whoever sits on it will be a prisoner of power."

“I also hope that the saints will not forget their original intentions and stick to their original aspirations.”

Zhao Hui was speechless. She stood at the door of the imperial study, watching Fu Huaiying leave the gate alone, and then disappear little by little at the end of the road.