Yuan Qing Ling raised his sleeves and said calmly: "Cry? I won't cry. It's a lie made up out of thin air. Why should I cry?"
Chu Mingyang sneered and slowly sat down. The two sat opposite each other, less than a foot apart. The atmosphere was full of hostility.
"You're right, I did like him in the past, such a heroic man. What woman doesn't love him?" There was a bit of mockery in Chu Mingyang's eyes. "Don't you also love him deeply? It's just that you used it.
You got the dirty tricks and thought you were the final winner? I originally thought he was protecting you like that and he must have you in his heart, but after he came into contact with me and listened to him talk about his grievances, I realized the pressure he was under.
And suffering, Yuan Qingling. Do you know that your appearance is abominable?"
"I'd like to hear the details." Yuan Qingling said, suppressing the goosebumps that were about to appear. "But, to be honest, even if the child in your belly is his, you must have seduced him first, and he didn't."
It’s just for fun.”
There was a sneer at the corner of Chu Mingyang's mouth. "Do you really think so? You are wrong to think so. When I returned to my parents' home, it was he who tried every means to get people to send me letters and invite me to go out to meet. I originally hated him extremely.
I thought he had ulterior motives, so all the letters he gave me were burned, except for the last letter, which is still on me. You know his handwriting."
She took out a letter from her sleeve pocket. The letter was carefully folded. After opening it, you could see that the paper was severely creased. It must have been read and folded countless times.
Man'er stepped forward to take it, but Chu Mingyang raised his hand and said coldly: "Do you want to destroy the evidence? You can see it, just see it like this, it's just a few words."
She straightened the letter and unfolded it near her chin for Yuan Qingling to read.
"Sister Yang, I didn't mean to offend you. I just want to say I'm sorry to you personally. If you are willing to forgive me, please come to Mingyue Tower at noon tomorrow."
The signature is a word Hao.
There is no date or his seal, it is a private message.
The handwriting is indeed very similar to his. Since I can't take it over and study it, I don't know how different it is from his handwriting.
"You recognize his handwriting, right?" Seeing her stunned look, Chu Mingyang thought she was sad. He smiled proudly and slowly hid the letter, and said coldly: "He wrote me no less than five letters, but I didn't even bother to pay attention.
After reading it, I burned it, as all the maids around me can testify. I was really depressed living in my parents’ house, so I wanted to hear what he had to say for the last time before going to the Mingyue Tower for the meeting. After arriving at the Mingyue Tower, I felt sorry for him.
His attitude is still cold. It's a pity that you didn't see his attentiveness. You didn't see that he was sitting opposite me and kept explaining to me. He said that he came to Chu Mansion not for Chu Mingcui, but for me, but he was misunderstood.
, he always wanted to find a chance to make it clear, but unfortunately you set him up at that time, causing his reputation to be ruined. He was also frustrated and felt that he was not worthy of me, so he gave up."
Yuan Qingling looked at her intoxication and obsession when she talked about this incident. There was a hint of bitterness in the sweetness, and there was helplessness and sadness in her proud smile. She was afraid that the sweetness at that time had now become sad.
"So, after the misunderstanding disappeared, you continued to see each other?" Yuan Qingling asked.
"That's right," Chu Mingyang obviously hadn't come out of that sweet memory yet, and murmured: "At that time, he made a lot of promises to me, and asked me to continue to return to Prince Ji's Mansion to monitor every move in Prince Ji's Mansion. He said
It is most appropriate for me to do this, because no one will doubt me, and I think about it, who will pay attention to me? So, I have been monitoring every move of Prince Ji's house for him, and I will inform him of any trouble."
She raised her head, her eyes were red, and her face was filled with hatred, "I am pregnant with his child. He said that he would give me a birthright no matter what. Let me wait with peace of mind, and he would divorce you and marry me off. Why are you
Don't you want to die? Yuan Qingling, go and die. If you die, he will no longer have any scruples and he can marry me."
She cursed Yuan Qingling viciously, as if it was because of Yuan Qingling that his attitude changed drastically. But she understood that the throne must be the most important thing. Yuan Qingling was highly valued by the emperor and the emperor, and he won it again.
People think that divorcing her at this time will have a great impact on him.
Yuan Qingling was obviously dissatisfied with the information, and said: "But apart from this letter, I really can't convince me that the person who has been meeting you is the prince."
Chu Mingyang stretched out his hand and pressed his loose hair, with a charming look on his face, "Just continue to deceive yourself. You recognized the handwriting, but can you change the facts even if you don't admit it? Even if you deny everything, you can't deny my belly.
The child here is the bloodline of the prince. If the prince succeeds in becoming a great treasure, he will be a nobleman of Tianhuang and the future emperor. This is what the prince has promised."
When Yuan Qingling heard these words, she couldn't help but be a little surprised. Chu Mingyang was not the kind of idealistic woman. She valued reality very much. How could she believe those words?
Taking a step back, even if the fifth child is with her, but with the eldest son in front, when will it be his child's turn to be the future emperor? Even if there is the possibility of competition, with such a light promise, she
Actually believe it?
"You can tell me about Hua'er, but I don't believe it either." Yuan Qingling shook her head and said.
Chu Mingyang sneered, "Okay, I'll let you give up. When he was happy with me, there was a scar on his back from the left shoulder blade to the lower right waist. This scar was the mark of his victory in Dajie. If I hadn't made peace with him,
How do you know? You have given up!"
Yuan Qingling felt relieved when she heard this. After dealing with her for so long, she finally knew one of the characteristics of that person. She looked at Chu Mingyang and said: "There are indeed scars on Lao Wu's back, no less than six or seven in size."
"But none of them are as long as you said, and the longest one is only about half a finger. However, he does have a scar. Many people know it. Since you have been on good terms with him, you should also know that this scar is on
Between the legs is the scar left by the assassination in Beijing. The wound became inflamed and pus-filled, and was not treated well, so the scar is very obvious. As long as he has been honest with you, you will definitely see it."
Chu Mingyang's breath was rapid and his face was sullen, "Do you think I will believe such nonsense?"
Yuan Qingling said calmly: "Whether it is true or not, it is not difficult for you to find out. In addition to my treatment of his injury, Dr. Cao also dealt with it. Your grandfather also knows that this injury almost made him inhumane. The palace is sure
Seriously, if you still don’t believe it, go ask Yu Wenjun, he was the one who planned this assassination, and the killer will go back and report any injuries, he knows best.”
Chu Mingyang's face suddenly became very ferocious, and there was a huge wave in her eyes. She stood up suddenly, picked up the cup on the table and threw it at Yuan Qingling, roaring, "You are talking nonsense, you are talking nonsense!"
The cup was knocked away by Man'er, but Yuan Qingling didn't bother with her. He stood up and took a look at her face that turned pale and almost horrified, and left quickly with Man'er.
Her beast-like roar came from behind, full of despair and fury. Man'er had a psychological shadow on this kind of roar, and his legs almost softened when he heard it.