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Reborn in the present, although she attracted some attention at the Flower Festival, it did not substantially harm anyone's interests.
Inside the Prime Minister's Residence, there was no definitive punishment for the Second House. Instead, the Second House was scheming to frame her. However, this time was different; if they framed her by sending assassins to kill the children of court officials, the Prime Minister's Residence would also be implicated. Even if Su Xingyan's head were muddled, she would understand the principle that one flourishes together and one suffers together.
When Su Peijiu's gaze drifted towards Su Xingyan, she indeed saw her previously relaxed face now pale as a sheet. Was what was happening now somewhat different from what she had imagined?
With this thought, she looked at Su Mengyun, and sure enough, her complexion was also poor. From time to time, her gaze wandered to Su Xingyan.
There must be some unspeakable agreement between these two sisters, but everything happening today deviated from what they had previously discussed. That was why they were so shaken by the current situation.
Who had schemed behind their backs to deceive these two sisters?
"Someone! Arrest the Second Sister of the Su Family!" Zhang Quansheng shouted with a cold face while holding his sister's corpse.
Su Peijiu immediately snapped back to reality, and as the Eldest Princess, her imposing presence erupted: "What does this mean, Young Master?"
Zhang Quansheng put down his sister's body and stood up to walk towards Su Peijiu: "Does the Second Sister really not know or is she pretending not to know? Isn't this assassin brought by the Second Sister?"
Su Peijiu sneered: "How could this be my doing? When I left Su Manor, I didn't bring anyone with me; surely someone here knows where this maid came from." As she spoke, she scanned the crowd but did not notice anyone acting suspiciously.
Zhang Quansheng's eyes were bloodshot with rage over his sister's death. He shouted at the guards standing outside: "Why are you still standing there?! Hurry up and capture the mastermind!"
Qi Rong slowly turned around upon hearing this, locking eyes with Su Peijiu for a moment before speaking calmly: "Wait."
"Your Highness!" Zhang Quansheng quickly interjected as he saw the Crown Prince wanting to intervene: "Su Peijiu brought an assassin to kill a court official's daughter; this is evident for all to see."
Qi Rong's expression darkened slightly: "This palace said wait."
Zhang Quansheng clenched and then relaxed his fists, ultimately standing aside without speaking further.
Qi Rong stepped in front of Su Peijiu, looking at the woman before him who showed no fear and had a carefully crafted delicate face. He asked: "Are you truly not related to this incident at all?"
Su Peijiu's gaze was calm: "Your Highness, if this palace maid had any relation to me, I would not be foolish enough to incite her to murder right in front of everyone."
"Then how do you explain the look she gave you just before she died?" Zhang Quansheng, standing nearby, couldn't help but speak up. His face was contorted with anger; he wished he could kill the woman who had caused his sister's death right then and there.
"Young Master Shangshu, I understand your sorrow, but could you please control yourself during my interrogation? Do you think I would favor Second Sister of the Su Family?" Qi Rong's words made Zhang Quansheng fall silent.
The female guests standing by were terrified by the sudden violence, clinging to their maids and crying. Those who weren't crying looked pale and were unable to speak.
Qi Rong glanced at Su Peijiu: "This matter is full of doubts. Second Sister of the Su Family cannot escape suspicion; she will be detained in the dungeon for now and interrogated later." With that, two guards stepped forward to seize Su Peijiu.
Su Peijiu let out a cold laugh and replied icily, "Don't touch me; I can walk on my own."
Then she turned and left the palace without looking back, her peony-colored dress appearing proud and beautiful under the sunlight.
Behind her, a man remained silent in his seat, drinking quietly. He didn't flinch at the bloody scene of the assassin's murder, remaining indifferent and immersed in his own world. It was only after Su Peijiu left that he set down his cup, a fleeting glimmer of azure in his eyes…
Life is like a play; in just a few days, she had gone from being a canary in the most luxurious place to a prisoner in a filthy dark dungeon.
Upon arriving here, she felt as if her ears and eyes were covered, completely isolated from the outside world, unaware of how things had changed beyond these walls.
The person who framed her was likely smirking in some corner right now.
Sitting quietly in a corner on the straw, the woman hugged her knees and buried her face in her legs. The only sound in the dungeon was her shallow, steady breathing. Occasionally, a few fat black rats scurried past her without eliciting any reaction.
However, if one looked closely, they would notice her shoulders trembling slightly; her curled-up form resembled someone holding onto the last light in darkness without fear…
………………
In a dark room, a person sat silently on a chair without lighting any lamps, as if time had stopped.
Suddenly, three crisp knocks echoed from outside the door. After a moment, someone entered and respectfully stood before the person in the room.
"The prince, everything has been taken care of." The visitor's voice was clear like the wind.
"Kill that palace maid's brother." The person sitting in the chair spoke, his expression unseen, but his words carried a coldness as if he were made of a thousand years of ice.
The person standing in the room hesitated for a moment, his voice uncertain: "...Isn't the prince..."
"Kill him." Two brief and forceful words.
The person standing in the room lowered his head: "Understood."
"Leave now, this King is tired." The person in the chair waved his hand and fell silent. Without any hesitation, the person in the room quietly exited and closed the door.
For a long time... the man sitting in the darkness let out a sigh.
"Only by doing this can we possibly..."
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Demon Palace.
Ji Yu stood on the mountaintop in red attire, surrounded by countless corpses at his feet. He coldly asked Guardian: "Have you figured out why martial artists suddenly attacked this time?"
Kneeling on one knee, Guardian replied: "I have not yet found out. This attack by martial artists is indeed strange, as if they were incited."
"Incited?" Ji Yu chewed on those two words, then continued to ask with an irritated expression: "Is there any news from Heartless Palace?"
Guardian shook his head: "It has been nearly five days without any news from Unintentional. I'm afraid something has happened."
Ji Yu's expression darkened immediately: "You all handle the remaining ruffians yourselves. I will go to the capital." With that, he vanished from sight.
As Ji Yu rode the wind, doubts filled his heart. He had just returned to the Demon Palace when something happened to his junior sister. Everything seemed premeditated; even the siege of the Demon Palace was worth pondering. Could it be that someone deliberately lured him away from his junior sister?
Thinking of this, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. If anything happened to his junior sister, he would definitely not spare those behind it! Ji Yu was not a kind person! The only type of person he would forgive in this world was—dead people.
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Dungeon.
The sound of chains being unlocked echoed as someone stepped into the cell.
"Second Sister, are you adapting to the dungeon?" Qi Rong squatted in front of Su Peijiu, looking at the woman who had buried her head between her knees with great interest.
Upon hearing the voice, Su Peijiu slowly released her grip on her knees and raised her head, only to collide directly with the gaze of the newcomer.
"I didn't expect His Highness the Crown Prince would actually lower himself to come to this dungeon." Her elegant voice resonated in the dungeon; although her face was pale, she remained calm.
Qi Rong stood up in a good mood, glanced around the cell, and then looked at Su Peijiu still sitting on the ground. He spoke, "I am not someone who seeks trouble without reason. To get straight to the point, as long as you agree to marry me, I can immediately let you out of this cell, and you won’t have to worry about anything else. How about it?"
Su Peijiu curled her lips in a mocking smile, propping herself against the wall to stand up. After sitting for a long time, her legs felt somewhat numb, but she didn’t mind at all. She brushed off the straw dust from her clothes and unsteadily walked in front of Qi Rong, looking up at him as she said, "Your Highness really goes through a lot of trouble."
Qi Rong smiled insincerely: "It is only right to do this for a beauty."
"Slap!" Su Peijiu raised her hand and gave him a slap, her eyes icy.
Qi Rong's eyes gathered with fury after being slapped. He looked at the bold woman before him and reached out to touch his slightly aching left cheek. Then he looked down at Su Peijiu from above. "Do you know that just that slap could cost you your life?"
Su Peijiu chuckled lightly: "Which is more important, the throne or a slap? The Crown Prince surely knows how to weigh things; otherwise, I wouldn’t be standing here unharmed."
"Smart women never have good endings." A venomous glint flickered in Qi Rong's shadowy eyes.
"Since Your Highness has kept me in this dungeon for so long, shouldn't there be some compensation?" Su Peijiu was now almost certain that Crown Prince Qi Rong had framed her; no one desired the throne more than he did, even if he was the one closest to it.
The person who frequently visited the Prime Minister's Residence was also him. Su Xingyan only acted against her after realizing that the Crown Prince had feelings for her. Although Su Xingyan disguised it cleverly enough, a woman's gaze towards her beloved would never change. That day she saw with her own eyes how Su Xingyan's gaze always seemed to linger on Qi Rong. So Crown Prince Qi Rong was indeed the one she saw coming out of Su Xingyan's room that day!
Such a ruthless scheme! She was forced into a corner, and now he comes to offer his favor, hoping to make her, who is already trapped, beg for mercy?
"Su Peijiu, don't think you can act up just because I give you a little leeway. If I give you a platform, don’t take it too far!" Qi Rong had never been slapped in the face before; as the Crown Prince, his dignity made him feel extremely embarrassed now.
However, for the greater good, he couldn't afford to be overly calculative with the person before him. Taking a few deep breaths, he spoke: "I'll give you one last chance. Will you come with me now, or will you and your Su Family go to the guillotine in a few days?"
"So the Crown Prince is also so ruthless towards Su Xingyan," she said, taking a step back and leaning against the wall.
Qi Rong's expression changed: "What do you know?"
Su Peijiu extended her hand into the cold moonlight streaming in through the window and gently grasped it. Then she turned to Qi Rong: "What do you think?"
"Hmph!" Qi Rong snorted coldly: "I have plenty of women; do you think you hold some extraordinary information?"
"It's not about holding information; it's about certainty." She gently lowered her clenched fist and raised her eyebrows again with an air of calmness: "I will go out with you."
Although Qi Rong still had questions he wanted to ask, seeing that Su Peijiu had already agreed, he gave a sarcastic smile: "Those who know how to adapt are the true talents."
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