Ming Wuyou went to change his clothes and set off for Jiangzhou Villa.
Ming Wuyou was in a daze, feeling that everything that happened in the past two hours was like a dream, so unreal.
From the carriage behind, Fu Mingting's weak struggle could be heard.
Ming Wuyou's eyes were filled with disgust.
Ming Wuyou's mother Mingruo is the only daughter of the Ming family, and Fu Mingting is the son-in-law of the Ming family.
Ming Ruo died in childbirth, leaving Ming Wuyou to live with Fu Mingting and his grandfather.
Fu Mingting was a man with a cruel heart. He originally came to marry for the Ming family's property. Later, he realized that Mr. Ming wanted to train Ming Wuyou to take over the Ming family's property, so he designed a plot to kill Ming Wuyou. After being discovered by Mr. Ming, he was expelled from the Ming family.
Such a person would actually fall into his trap!
Ming Wuyou took a deep breath.
All the misery she experienced in her previous life was due to being betrayed by Fu Mingting this time. It was great to be reborn. She had the chance to redeem everything.
"Miss, Jiangzhou Hotel has arrived." Caiyue's voice came from outside the carriage.
Ming Wuyou regained his composure and got out of the car.
Under the dark night, twelve guards with swords stood outside the hotel.
Ming Wuyou signaled Qiaoyan to come forward and ask for a meeting.
The guard looked at their master and servant coldly for a while and said stiffly: "The regent has gone out to attend a banquet."
Ming Wuyou's face was calm: "Then I'll wait."
Time passed little by little.
Just as Ming Wuyou was standing top-heavy, a magnificent carriage pulled by eight horses slowly came towards Jiangzhou Pavilion.
"It's finally here." Ming Wuyou whispered.
Regarding the corruption case, she naturally knew from her previous life that Fu Mingting was a witness and his confession was important physical evidence. She came here to prevent the Ming family from being involved.
She also wanted to see Murong Yu again.
After being reborn, she and Murong Yu also had a different beginning.
Ming Wuyou couldn't help but raise his eyes, feeling a little expectant in his heart.
After soaking in cold water and standing there for too long, Ming Wuyou felt that the car was shaking and spinning.
She steeled herself, looked at a man with a dark black gold crown getting out of the car, and stepped forward, "Folk girl——"
An even more violent dizziness hit Ming Wuyou and he fell over.
"Miss—" Caiyue screamed and hurried to help her, but there was a black figure faster than her, holding Ming Wuyou firmly.
"Ambergris..." Ming Wuyou whispered, the scent penetrated the same familiarity as in the past and present life.
She opened her eyes and looked at the familiar handsome face. Not knowing whether it was really an illusion, she raised her hand with great effort and touched the man's cheek.
It feels warm to the touch.
Ming Wuyou suddenly smiled: "I touched it, really..."
Murong Yu's face was stiff, and his body was even stiffer. It seemed as if he suddenly came to his senses. He immediately pushed him into the maid's arms, turned around and entered the hotel.
Leng Xiao glanced at Murong Yu, who was leaving quickly, and then at Ming Wuyou, who had completely passed out. His eyes were a little subtle.
He asked them politely about their purpose, and then left Fu Mingting and his confession.
…
In the hotel bedroom, Murong Yu sat behind the golden nanmu table.
The palace lantern was bright, casting a layer of shadow on his excessively long eyelashes, covering up the complicated expression in his eyes.
Two days ago, he woke up from an afternoon nap and was shocked to find that he had returned to the past.
In the dream, his previous life was fleeting, and the woman he pursued so hard never gave him a tender look until his death, while the country he promised his third brother to protect was in turmoil.
The throne of the emperor was seized, and even Yuanhao, the third brother's only flesh and blood, was torn apart from the palace gate at the age of ten because of his poor protection.
When the traitors threw Yuan Hao's severed limbs in front of him and said proudly, "If it weren't for Ming Wuyou who held it in your hand, how could I have caught this little emperor?"
The heart was torn into pieces.
It was then that he realized how ridiculous it was that all the affection he had given to Ming Wuyou without expecting anything in return.
A cold heart can be covered with sincerity.
But Ming Wuyou's heart is like a stone, no matter how much tenderness and pampering you give her, she will not be moved.
She hated him, and he would do anything to get revenge, even ten-year-old Yuan Hao.
Now that the dream has awakened, he is ecstatic.
very nice.
This time, he will definitely protect the throne of the country with impregnable strength.
He will also definitely train Yuan Hao into a good emperor who loves his people like a son.
As for Ming Wuyou.
The fate of the previous life has ended. This time, they will live their own lives without any involvement.
"Your Highness." Leng Xiao came in and handed a piece of paper to Murong Yu: "Fu Mingting has been thrown into prison."
Murong Yu came to his senses and said, "You go and judge."
The case in Jiangzhou has a wide range of implications. He is not Murong Yu in his previous life, and he has already been well-prepared for this matter.
Although Fu Mingting is only a little guy, he can still dig out a lot of things from him.
He had to deal with the matters here quickly and return to Beijing.
Hao'er is still waiting for him.
Leng Xiao received the order and quickly retreated.
"Your Highness." A gentle middle-aged female voice spoke, and Aunt Bai brought tea to Murong Yu, "You haven't slept well these past two days. Drink some ginseng tea to soothe your nerves."
Murong Yu said calmly: "Put it here."
"The ginseng tea is neither cold nor hot, so it's just right to drink it now." Aunt Bai did not put it down, but instead brought the tea cup to Murong Yu, with the intention of watching him drink it.
Murong Yu felt helpless and drank the ginseng tea.
Only then did Aunt Bai feel satisfied.
She handed the tea cup to the maid behind her to take away, and warned: "Your Highness must go to bed early tonight, and you can't stay up any longer."
"Yeah." Murong Yu responded again.
Aunt Bai stepped forward to help him organize the desk, and saw a portrait at the bottom.
Above the portrait is a smart and beautiful woman.
The woman stood on the bow of the boat amid the wind and waves. She was dressed in blue and should have been the same color as the sea and sky, but she was unique and eye-catching. The blue waves and sky were suppressed by her grace.
Murong Yu also saw the portrait and said in a cold tone: "The hotel is not very clean, please clean it up."
"Old slave, I understand." Aunt Bai's eyes were clear.
Not many people can see this painting, but those officials are able to accurately "accommodate them", which only proves that the current Jiangzhou Hotel has the eyes of others, and it really needs to be cleaned up.
After Aunt Bai went out, Murong Yu picked up the painting with a sullen face, threw it into the corner, and strode into the back hall.
He lay back on the bed, but he didn't feel sleepy at all.
Uncontrollably, Wuyou's excessively pale face appeared in his mind.
Was it because he threw her into cold water that she caught a cold?
As soon as this thought flashed through his mind, Murong Yu immediately forced himself not to think about it any more.
She has already decided that everyone will go to their respective places in this life. What does it have to do with whether she is cold or not?