The Reborn Princess Has Turned Evil

Chapter 247 Master and Servant Reunited

The Imperial Palace, the inner palace of Emperor Jing.

"How is it?" Emperor Jing asked solemnly, his face dignified.

Standing below is Emperor Jing's secret agent, Dai Zhen.

"I have determined that the assassins who chased the princess that day came from the former Iron Casting Camp."

"The Iron Casting Battalion?"

"Indeed, there are arrows left behind by assassins in the hunting grounds. They are made of icy black iron and are old items that the late emperor did not use up during his battles."

Emperor Jing's eyes darkened, like a silent lion.

"You mean Ji Kun?" Emperor Jing's few words were incredibly authoritative.

Dai Zhen did not speak directly, but said, "This subordinate dares not speak recklessly, but the Frost Iron is not something that ordinary people can use, and the secret disappearance of a royal secret guard unit over the past ten years is really suspicious."

Who else could be able to kill people with icy iron and mobilize the royal guards but Ji Kun, who fought alongside the late emperor?

"he?"

Knowing Emperor Jing's doubts, Dai Zhen continued, "This weapon was not left behind by the murderer, but was deliberately placed in the hunting ground by someone."

The royal guards are extremely meticulous and would never make the mistake of leaving a weapon behind.

"Whether someone is helping us or framing us, I still need to investigate."

"Dai Zhen."

"My subordinate is here."

"From now on, I will monitor Ji Kun and know his every move."

"Yes."

……

The residence of the Marquis of Pingchang.

Night gradually fell, and the light snow of the day had turned into heavy snowfall. The mourning hall of the Marquis of Pingchang's residence remained lit, and everyone was exhausted.

"Brother, the Marquis's mansion cannot be without a leader. You should go and rest for a while."

Murong Peifeng rubbed his eyes, looked at the pitch black outside, and since his injury, he felt easily fatigued. He didn't insist anymore and said, "Okay."

After he finished speaking, he turned to Murong Peilin and Murong Qingyun and said, "You two should get some rest too." He completely ignored Jing Rong, who was in the corner.

"Big brother..." Murong Qingyun called out softly to Murong Peifeng.

"Ok?"

"Then... what about the new sister-in-law?"

Throughout the entire ordeal, Murong Peifeng never mentioned how she intended to settle Jingrong's affairs. Firstly, with the mistress now ill and Murong Ruoyan deceased, she was, in a sense, the mistress of the house and should be concerned. Secondly, as a fellow woman, she couldn't bear to see Jingrong treated so coldly.

Murong Peifeng looked at the slender Murong Qingyun, then glanced at Jing Rong beside him, his tone contemptuous.

"Sister-in-law?"

There was a moment of silence in the air.

"She's just a lowly concubine I took in, how could she be your sister-in-law? You can deal with her as you see fit." With that, he turned and left.

The master's attitude reflects the servants' attitude. The servants clearly heard Murong Peifeng's words, which also sealed Jing Rong's fate, foreshadowing her future troubles.

"Aunt Rong, please don't take it to heart. My elder brother is just a little sad and his temper is just bad for a moment," Murong Qingyun said kindly.

Jingrong almost burst into tears. She knew life after marrying into the family wouldn't be easy, but this was only the second day, and she had already been humiliated in public. It would only get harder from here on out. She tried hard to hold back her tears and forced a sob, saying, "Thank you for your concern, Miss Third."

Murong Qingyun initially did not want Murong Peifeng to marry, even as a concubine, but seeing Murong Peifeng's attitude now, she felt inexplicably sad.

Perhaps out of pity, or perhaps out of reluctance, Murong Qingyun personally escorted Jingrong back to her residence.

It was late at night, and the whole place was pitch black. Fortunately, there were many lights on in the corridor. Just as I was about to continue walking, a group of people came towards me.

"Third Miss, Aunt Rong." The person leading the group was the steward of the Marquis's mansion, named Li Wen.

"Steward Li, this is..." Murong Qingyun glanced at the group behind him, who all looked like girls around fourteen or fifteen years old.

"Replying to Third Miss, there are many things to do in the manor right now, and we don't have enough manpower. These are all newly bought maids today."

Murong Qingyun nodded. "I see."

Jing Rong glanced around unintentionally and spotted a familiar figure among the group: Huan'er!

The maid named Huan'er also noticed Jing Rong, and the two looked at each other, both overjoyed.

"Aunt Rong, what's wrong?" Murong Qingyun asked, puzzled, then immediately understood. "Does Aunt Rong know that maid?"

Jingrong was overjoyed. Huan'er was her personal maid since childhood. She was sold off by Princess Qing before her marriage. Now, by a twist of fate, the two of them were able to reunite.

"Third Miss, I have a favor to ask." Having only been in the Marquis's residence for two days, Jing Rong's attitude had become increasingly humble.

"Could you give Huan'er to me? I'm in need of a capable maid." Jing Rong looked at Murong Qingyun with expectant eyes.

Murong Qingyun looked at Jingrong, who was full of expectation. Although she was not valued in the mansion, with so many things happening in the mansion now, and Murong Peifeng in charge, it wouldn't be difficult for her to get a maid.

"Since that's the case, she's just a maid, so Aunt Rong can take her."

Overjoyed to receive the reply, Jingrong quickly thanked Murong Qingyun. After the steward and the maids left, she took Huan'er back to her room, and the two chatted for a long time.

……

The following day, Yongfu Palace.

Jing Anle is recuperating and doesn't have to attend classes or go out. She's been feeling much better these past few days and just paints in her room, so she doesn't have to lean on the couch anymore.

"How is it?" Jing Anle casually drew a crow, a few strokes, yet it came to life.

Mu Ping looked up from the paper, a rare smile spreading across her lips. "Princess, rest assured, the person entered the Marquis's residence yesterday."

Jing Anle's brush continued to move, a satisfied smile on his face. "Very good. In this way, Jing Rong will definitely trust Huan'er and treat her as her right-hand woman. It's just that it's been hard on you to find her from so far away and then send her to the Marquis's residence."

"How cruel Princess Qing is! She actually wanted to send Huan'er to a brothel. The princess saved her from this predicament, so it is only right that she does what the princess should do."

"And I have already told Huan'er that we will treat her family well, and I believe she will do things for us."

Jing Anle put down her brush, the painting was finally finished. She looked up at Mu Ping and said, "I trust you the most to handle these matters."

"I am not afraid of her betrayal, as long as she can pay the price!" In an instant, Jing Anle's eyes became firm and cold.