Rebirth: The Poisonous Wife

Mrs. Ning was holding her handkerchief. Her face was ugly and frightened. She overheard the shocking news outside the door yesterday and found that the master died in the study.

It must be those people who killed people in order to prevent leakage of information.

Mrs. Ning was in a panic. If the group found her outside the door, she would be killed.

"Your Highness... Who was in the study yesterday? It should be the fourth Prince... The fourth prince will track down Ning's house and must have got confidential information. So..." Mrs. Ning murmured and suddenly thought of something and brightened her eyes.

"I have to inform Lord Yin of the news immediately!"

When Ning's family was busy and her feet were in disorder, Mrs. Ning quietly left the house and took a carriage. The car drove to the door of the remote house.

She got out of the carriage and knocked on the closed door of the house.

Soon someone opened a crack in the door and scanned up and down, "it's Mrs. Ning. Please come in."

The gate of the house opened and Mrs. Ning walked in alone.

Many people gathered in the hall, all in their fifties and sixties, gray hair and official prestige. Although they were wearing coarse linen clothes, they could not hide their coldness and pride.

"What happened? I came in such a hurry." the old man sitting in a high position said in a low voice.

Mrs. Ning's eyes suddenly became respectful and restrained her usual arrogant temper. She said in a warm voice, "Lord Yin, I have something important to report!"

The eyes of a group of people in the hall gathered on Mrs. Ning. Mrs. Ning calmed down and said, "yesterday, my concubine overheard a secret. The prince who should have died early is still alive."

As soon as the words came out, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became serious and dignified.

The old man stared at her, "what do you mean?"

"Someone stole the eldest prince out of the palace and saved him secretly. Now the eldest prince is still alive." Mrs. Ning's heart is pounding. She is very nervous about exploring such an important secret.

The old man clenched his fist and a cold look flashed in his eyes, "Oh, this is not a good thing. There is another person we want to get rid of."

Mrs. Ning pursed her lips and smiled, "Lord Yin, our plan can be advanced..."

The old man looked at Mrs. Ning suspiciously and didn't know what she meant.

"Because the great prince is right in front of us, he is Ning Luo Qi!" Mrs. Ning didn't betray the point and said it directly.

The people in the hall took a breath of air conditioning.

"What?"

"What's going on?"

The old man frowned slightly, "Ning Luo Qi? Isn't he the child held by master Ning from outside? How can he be the Grand Prince?" at this point, the old man paused, his eyes flickered, thought for a while, and suddenly looked up, "he is the Grand Prince!"

Mrs. Ning nodded, "yes. I thought he was a cheap seed held by the master from outside, but I didn't expect he was the great prince..."

"Is this really true?" the old man asked fiercely. An idea came to my mind, getting bigger and bigger, and floating with my mind.

"Absolutely true."

Mrs. Ning can be sure that Ning LUOQI is the prince.

Otherwise, she had been making trouble for 20 years, and even threatened with peace and distance, and the master didn't say a word. It's not that we don't disclose it, but that we can't disclose it at all!

The eldest prince was watched and someone wanted to buy his life. The master risked his life to take over the eldest prince. If he revealed any gossip, I'm afraid the whole Ning mansion would suffer. Therefore, master Ning would rather be misunderstood that he had a concubine outside than say more.

"Ning LUOQI is the great prince... He is the great prince..." the old man murmured and suddenly looked up and laughed, "ha ha, God helps me! We waited for years and finally waited until this day!"

The old man returned to normal and stared at Ning Fu humanitarian: "We support the eldest prince to the throne!"

Mrs. Ning smiled, and she meant it.

The people in the hall looked at each other and turned to discuss it. It was very lively for a while. After a while, an old man knocked on the table and said coldly, "it's wrong!"

The hall was suddenly silent.

The old man frowned and said anxiously, "if we support the eldest prince to the throne, what will he do if he turns around and gets rid of us?"

“……”

"Yes, it makes sense..."

"It's too risky to let the eldest prince ascend the throne. You can't..."

In an instant, the appeal of opposition was louder than support.

Old Yin sneered, "he has ascended the throne, can I let him live? Ha ha... As long as you keep a son, young children are much better."

Other people's faces relaxed and nodded one after another, "Lord Yin is considerate."

"In that case, let's support the eldest prince to ascend the throne. It's much more justifiable than our way of rebellion."

Old man Yin looked much better. Looking at Mrs. Ning, he said in a warm voice, "I'll leave it to you to deal with it. I'll persuade him and say that we'll try our best to help him get the throne."

"Wrap it on my concubine." Mrs. Ning's eyes twinkled and smiled.

She was confident that Ning LUOQI would agree.

That's the throne! To become the ninth five year old and let thousands of people kneel at their feet, no one can not be moved, except a dead man.

Mrs. Ning returned to Ning's house. The house was sad. The next people looked like the sky had fallen one by one.

The master died. Just yesterday, the master was still in high spirits. He was boxing in the yard. Why did he suddenly leave

Mrs. Ning sat in the room, her face full of excitement and joy. They plotted for years and finally implemented the plan.

"Finally wait until this day..."

"Dad, mom... We finally wait until this day. We will destroy the current imperial dynasty and revive the west moon country!"

Mrs. Ning's excited shoulders trembled and remembered the past decades ago. The bloody storm seemed to be still in front of her. Her family was slaughtered and the whole house turned into a sea of fire

Mrs. Ning's nose and hair were sour and shed a line of clear tears.

Her father was an important Minister of the former Xiyue state. She was a young lady who didn't know the world. But one day, the capital rebelled, the imperial city was destroyed, and her family was destroyed

When she was young, she escaped, hid all the way, changed her name, survived strongly, and came to today's position.

She never forgot how her family was destroyed. Her greatest hope is to see the current imperial dynasty destroyed! Therefore, when the remaining evildoers of the current Dynasty find her, she doesn't hesitate to join. As long as she can revenge, it's not a pity to sell Ning mansion.

Dong Dong, the door was knocked.

Ning Feng pushed the door and came in. He wanted to discuss his father's funeral with his mother, but when he saw the tears on Mrs. Ning's face, he paused slightly and swallowed all he wanted to say.

"Mother..."

Mrs. Ning revived and quickly wiped her tears. "Feng'er, you're here."

"Mother, I know you are sad, but such a big Ning house still needs your jurisdiction. I hope you will be sad and change." Ning Feng doesn't know how to comfort, so he can only sigh.

Mrs. Ning pinched her handkerchief and immediately pretended to be sad, "Sir, why didn't he wait for me..."

"Mother, don't talk nonsense!" Ning Feng went over and took her hand. "My father is gone, and Luo Qi and I are with you."

Mrs. Ning pursed her lips and looked at Ning Feng. "Yes, my mother and you... My mother wants to cheer up. Where's Luo Qi?"

"Luo Qi also got the news. He should be on his way." Ning Feng said, his face pale and coughed twice.

Mrs. Ning painfully patted Ning Feng on the back, "don't be so tired that you will be fully responsible for the funeral. Your body is not good and you can't work..."

Ning Feng barely picked up the corner of his mouth, "it's bothering his mother."

Mrs. Ning looked at Ning Feng painfully and had another plan in her heart. When Ning Luo Qi came, she had to mention something important.

That bitch, how could he be so lucky that he was the great prince of the dynasty!

Her wind is weak, poor and helpless. That bitch is booming and her luck is becoming more and more against the sky. Did they block the wind?

Mrs. Ning's eyes flashed a cold color. She hated to death on one side, but she had to press down her mind on the other.

Lord Yin said to support Ning LUOQI to the throne and get rid of him after leaving his children. In this case, why not leave Feng ER's children?

Mrs. Ning's eyes twinkled, looking at the haggard Ning wind, the idea quietly rose in her heart. Feng'er is her own son. If you want to keep feng'er's blood, you can't be cheap!

Ning Feng was uncomfortable, coughed twice and asked, "mother, why are you staring at me? But what's wrong?"

"Nothing..." Mrs. Ning restrained her expression and stroked Ning Feng's face. "My mother looked at your face as if she saw your father."

"So it is..." Ning Feng's heart aches. "Then I often come to accompany my mother."

Anyway, he doesn't have a few years to live. It's better to spend more time with his mother.

At this time, the housekeeper reported outside the door, "madam, the eldest young master and the second young master are back."

"Luo Qi is back, mother. Let's go and have a look." Ning Feng opened his mouth. At the same time, his heart was very complicated. Since he knew that Ning Luo Qi was not his brother, his mind became complicated. The words he overheard that day were like a thorn. His mother said Luo Qi deliberately pushed him into the water.

He will be as weak as he is now, all because he fell into the water.

Is his favorite brother really a cunning man?

If Luo Qi had known since childhood that he was not Ning Fu's blood, would it be because of this that

Ning Feng hurriedly stopped thinking and dared not continue to think.

……

Ning LUOQI came nonstop when he heard the news.

Master Ning is dead.

When he saw the white lanterns hanging at the door of Ning mansion, his heart trembled and his steps couldn't open.

"Dad..." he opened his mouth and his voice trembled.

He knew very early that he was not Ning's blood. From the moment he remembered, his mother began to sneer. She never regarded him as Ning's family. Only his father raised him as his own son. He would severely scold him and laugh with him.

He thought his father would live to be a hundred years old and would see him marry and have children and drink his tea.

Unexpectedly

Ning Luo stepped in seven steps, and the house was gloomy.

He murmured, Dad, I'm back.