The Reborn Princess Has Turned Evil

Chapter 350 Jingrou's Wedding (2)

Before the noise of the wedding hall had subsided, the figure dressed as a servant, like a shadow, silently blended into the guests and moved towards the bridal chamber in the backyard.

His thin body was wrapped in coarse cloth, and his right hand hung limply in his sleeve. This man was none other than Murong Peifeng.

His disguise made his features appear ordinary, but his eyes held a chilling coldness. In his left hand, he tightly gripped a small porcelain bottle containing "Qianji Powder," a substance he had searched the entire Valley of Secret Medicines for. It was colorless and odorless, and even a tiny amount could cause someone to bleed from all seven orifices and die.

With his right hand crippled, killing with a sword was a pipe dream. Only poison could kill Qi Zhi silently. He couldn't wait for the ambush on the way home. Today was Jing Rou's wedding, the moment when Qi Zhi was most relaxed, and the best opportunity for him to take revenge.

Red candles burned brightly in the bridal chamber, and a brocade quilt adorned with dragons and phoenixes was neatly laid out. Jing Rou sat upright on the edge of the bed, the pearls and jade on her phoenix crown trembling gently with her breath.

Her heart was still pounding with the excitement of the wedding ceremony. The thought that she would become the Crown Princess of Qi Kingdom after tonight, and even the child in her womb seemed to become a bargaining chip, made her temporarily forget her worries and fill her with anticipation.

Footsteps came from outside the door. She thought it was Qi Zhi, so she quickly composed herself and put on a shy look. But the person who pushed open the door was an unfamiliar servant.

"Who are you?" Jing Rou frowned, about to reprimand him, when she saw the servant raise his head. The eyebrows and eyes under the brim of his hat looked somewhat familiar. Before she could think about it, Murong Peifeng had already stepped forward and reached out with his left hand to firmly grasp her wrist.

His voice was extremely low, carrying a chilling edge, "Princess, how have you been?"

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Jing Rou trembled violently, as if struck by lightning. She jerked her hand away from his, her fingertips shaking terribly, and forced a smile that was more like a grimace, stammering, "Brother Murong? You...you're not dead?"

She thought that since her father had searched everywhere without success, Murong Peifeng should be dead, but she never expected that he would be standing alive in front of her.

She was about to shout when Murong Peifeng stopped her, "Do you want everyone to know that you're still in contact with your ex-lover?"

Jing Rou was so frightened that she fell silent.

Murong Peifeng was very satisfied with her performance. He chuckled softly, his laughter full of self-mockery, "If I die, who will watch you get married in such a grand manner, and who will take Qi Zhi's dog life?" He raised his eyes and swept them over the room full of red silk and Jing Rou, who was dressed in a wedding gown. His eyes suddenly turned fierce.

Jing Rou's face turned deathly pale, her lips trembled, but she couldn't utter a single word in defense.

She knew she owed him, but in the face of power, that affection had long been crushed.

A wise man doesn't fight a losing battle, so she feigned a wronged expression and said, "What's the use of saying all this now? You should leave quickly. This is my grandfather's territory. If we're discovered, you're dead for sure!"

Using Ji Kun to intimidate others, Jing Rou only hoped that Murong Pei Feng would leave quickly.

"Leave?" Murong Peifeng pulled the porcelain bottle from his sleeve, a resolute glint in his eyes. "I want Qi Zhi to die in this bridal chamber tonight. He owes me his hand, he owes my mother his life, and I want him to pay for it all!"

His words sent a chill down Jing Rou's spine. Murong Peifeng had gone mad! She couldn't let him succeed. If Qi Zhi died, her and her father's grand plan would be ruined.

She reached out to grab the bottle, and in the struggle, the porcelain bottle crashed to the ground with a bang, scattering the medicine powder all over the floor.

Murong Peifeng's left hand ached from her impact. Enraged, he shoved her away and hissed, "What are you doing!"

Jing Rou slumped onto the edge of the bed, tears finally streaming down her face. She looked at the man before her, her heart filled with mixed emotions, but she finally hardened her heart and said, "Brother Pei Feng, I know I'm sorry, but... I'm carrying your child."

Murong Peifeng stared intently at her, the coldness in his eyes slowly fading, replaced by deep suspicion. "What did you say?"

Jing Rou wanted to say that everything she did was out of necessity and she had no other choice. Right now, the most important thing was to stabilize Murong Peifeng's emotions.

Just then, footsteps came from outside the door.

Murong Peifeng's pupils shrank, and he darted behind the screen.

Qi Zhi pushed open the door and entered, dressed in a bright red wedding robe, but there was no joy in his clothes. His face was flushed, obviously he had drunk a lot of wine. His steps were unsteady, and the smell of alcohol made Jing Rou frown. She had never seen Qi Zhi so out of control before.

"What? Are you reluctant to leave this homeland of Jing Kingdom, or are you reluctant to leave some old friend?" Qi Zhi stared at Jing Rou with cloudy eyes.

Before the unease between Jing Rou's brows could fade, her heart tightened, and she forced a smile, saying, "Your Highness is joking. Rou'er is just a little nervous."

"Nervous?" Qi Zhi sneered, staggering to the table and sweeping the wine pot off the floor. "Nervous that I'll find out about that bastard in your belly?"

This roar made Jing Rou tremble all over, her face turning deathly pale. She looked at Qi Zhi in horror and stammered, "Your Highness...you're drunk..."

What's wrong with him? Qi Zhi always has a high alcohol tolerance, so why is he acting so strangely today? Jing Rou was very confused.

"I'm not drunk!" Qi Zhi grabbed the wine glass on the table and smashed it on the ground. "This child isn't mine at all! It's Murong Peifeng's! You two schemed against me, making me a father out of wedlock, and now you want me to raise your bastard? Dream on!"

Qi Zhi's words startled and frightened Jing Rou, but she also instantly sensed something was wrong. Qi Zhi was intelligent, handsome, and very shrewd; even if he was resentful, he would never lose his composure in front of others. Could it be...?

Upon hearing this, Murong Peifeng, who was behind the screen, trembled, his fingernails digging deeply into his palms. It was actually true.

Jing Rou was terrified, but could only bite her lip and stubbornly say, "Your Highness, please calm down! This...this really is your child!"

"Bullshit!" Qi Zhi kicked over a chair and pointed at Jing Rou's nose, cursing, "Did you really think I was stupid for putting aphrodisiacs in my drink that day?"

He grew angrier as he spoke, his eyes darting around the room, his steps unsteady, when suddenly he caught sight of a corner of clothing peeking out from behind the screen.

"Who's there?" Qi Zhi shouted. "Get out here!"

Murong Peifeng knew he couldn't hide any longer. He slowly stepped out from behind the screen, his disguise already soaked with sweat, revealing his true face.

"You?" Qi Zhi's eyes flashed with surprise when he saw Murong Peifeng, which quickly turned into a frenzied killing intent. "Who are you!"

Clearly, Qi Zhi had not yet recognized Murong Peifeng's true identity.