The Reborn Princess Has Turned Evil

Chapter 282 Encounter on a narrow road

That night, the envoy from Dongyuan Kingdom set fire to Prince Qing's elite troops camp. Although the troops were well-trained, they were difficult to detect in the deep winter night, resulting in the deaths and injuries of most of them. In addition, the thick smoke destroyed a lot of supplies prepared for the battle.

It was the next day when Prince Qing finally saw the scene. Fang Ling deliberately arrived late and pretended to be remorseful and surprised.

"Ah, this... how could this be!" He acted very well, glaring angrily, his expression out of control, and he even stammered as if he were truly shocked.

Zhou Wei kept his head down the whole time; it was the first time he had ever realized how well Fang Ling could act.

Prince Qing stared solemnly at the half-ruined ruins. These were his life's work, his weapons, and now they had all vanished into nothingness.

"Fang Ling!" Prince Qing turned around, his eyes full of suspicion.

Fang Ling immediately bowed deeply, "It was my fault, Your Highness! Please punish me!"

The task of supervising the elite troops was assigned to Zhou Hai that day, but now that something has happened, he is nowhere to be found.

"Where is Zhou Hai?!" Prince Qing was furious and kicked away the fallen armor in front of him.

Fang Ling curled the corners of his lips. Zhou Hai couldn't come, so yesterday he sent someone to find Zhou Hai at a brothel for drinks, and had the courtesan Furong get him drunk, giving those people the opportunity to raid the military camp. Even if Prince Qing investigated, it wouldn't concern him.

"Investigate! Investigate for me! I will make sure this man is reduced to ashes!"

Qin Xu quickly learned of the attack on Prince Qing's elite troops and immediately instructed Mu Ping to inform Jing Anle.

Yongfu Palace.

Jing Anle kept touching the magnolia ring on her hand. Now that Prince Qing had suffered a heavy blow, they had to press their advantage!

"Mu Ping, A Fang, come with me to the General's Mansion tomorrow."

The next day, although it did not snow, the weather was gloomy and a cold wind was blowing.

Jing Anle was traveling by carriage to the General's Mansion when, halfway there, the carriage suddenly jolted, and the three of them, master and servant, nearly fell over.

Jing Anle pushed open the small window and looked outside, her brows furrowing slightly. "What happened?"

"Reporting to Master, the wheels are stuck in the ditch." The servant was terrified. He had taken the shortcut on his own initiative today, hoping to gain credit, but it backfired.

Mu Ping quickly realized something was wrong. The carriage was stuck in an alley, unable to move forward or backward. "How do we get through this road?" Having lived outside the palace for many years, she naturally knew the road conditions well.

The servant was even more frightened and said in a trembling voice, "I only wanted to take a shortcut, but I didn't expect this to happen. Please punish me, Master."

Jing Anle originally intended to go to the General's Mansion to discuss the next plan with Qin Xu, but now that he was delayed here, he was a little annoyed. "Go back to the palace and get ten lashes to teach him a lesson."

"Yes, Master." The servant secretly rejoiced. If it were any other master, he would probably be crippled if not killed.

It's cold outside now, so I had to send the guards following behind to the general's mansion to find a carriage to pick me up.

Just then, a carriage slowly approached, and the two carriages came face to face.

"Who goes there? May I pass?" The other driver was quite polite.

The servant said, "I'm so sorry, our carriage is stuck in a ditch."

Hearing the commotion, Jing Anle noticed two carriages blocking the alley, preventing even the General's Mansion's carriages from entering. She decided to find a teahouse to sit in. However, as soon as she alighted from the carriage, she saw that face she loathed. He wore a black cloak, was tall and handsome, and the person who alighted was none other than Murong Peifeng.

All the events of my past life—the clash of swords, the hatred of family and country—surfaced before my eyes. It was this very person who caused the destruction of my country and the loss of my family in my past life, leading to my death filled with resentment.

Murong Peifeng was also taken aback. He hadn't expected to meet Jing Anle here. She had changed out of her princess dress and was dressed as a noblewoman. A snow fox fur cloak covered her up completely, revealing only her elegant and peerless face.

Murong Peifeng never expected to run into Jing Anle here. After his failed attempt to seduce Jing Anle in the Imperial Garden that day, he was stung all over by poisonous bees. Now, many days later, Murong Peifeng naturally hadn't forgotten his prank.

"See Princess."

"The ruler is the ruler, and the subject is the subject," Murong Peifeng bowed respectfully.

"Who goes there?" Jing Anle suppressed the hatred in her heart, not wanting to get entangled with him, afraid that she would lose control and delay the grand plan, and asked coldly. After all, death was the easiest thing, and she was determined to make him suffer to the fullest, to make him wish he were dead.

Murong Peifeng was somewhat embarrassed. "Your Highness, I am Murong Peifeng, the heir of the Marquis of Pingchang."

His old wounds had not yet healed, his face was pale, and he had also lost the use of his left hand. Standing in the snow, he suddenly felt somewhat desolate.

"Oh? So it was you who married Princess Rou's sister, and you haven't even congratulated the young master on his wedding yet." Jing Anle's eyes were as cold as ice, and a sneer appeared on her lips. Her words struck Murong Peifeng's sore spot.

"Thank you, Princess." Murong Peifeng could only smile bitterly. People only knew him as a dashing and romantic man, but they did not know the unspeakable suffering he had. In the past, he and Jing Rou were deeply in love and affectionate. Now, his beloved had been married to someone else, and his allies had betrayed him. Fate was cruel and cruel. How pitiful and lamentable.