Rebirth: The Poisonous Wife

If she doesn't do something, she will be beaten up today. It's no use pleading for mercy... My father will never forgive her.

So there's only one way left.

"Master, you can't beat ya'er..." Mrs. Rong sobbed. When the master was really angry and wanted to teach Rong Lingya a lesson, she felt sorry for her daughter. Her daughter is her heart and soul. She was raised in the palm of her hand when she was whipped.

Seeing that Rong Lingya was whipped and her clothes stained with blood, she immediately felt distressed.

"Let go! Don't stop me. I'll teach this evil woman a lesson today and let her have a long memory!" master Rong was angry. "Come on, pull her away!"

"Master..."

Master Rong pushed Mrs. Rong away and raised her whip.

Rong Lingya endured the pain, her right arm was bloody, and the blood fell to the ground.

She raised her face, looked at master Rong and said, "Dad, you can't hit me."

"What are you talking about?" seeing that Rong Lingya raised her face and didn't admit defeat at all, master Rong was so angry that he wanted a whip to fall down.

Rong Lingya raised her voice and said firmly, "you have to think about the consequences of this whip falling! If the whip falls on your face and destroys your face, I won't be the imperial concubine... It will be Rong's family who will lose."

Master Rong was going to drop the whip, but when he heard Rong Lingya's words, he stopped in mid air.

Imperial concubine?

Rong Lingya raised her chin and looked at master Rong, "the palace is choosing concubines for the princes. If I can become a imperial concubine, the Rong family can go to a higher level."

“……”

Master Rong's face was cloudy and sunny, and changed again and again. He had the idea to send his daughter to the palace. If Rong Lingya could become a imperial concubine, it would be a great help to the Rong family.

Besides, the crown prince has not been decided yet. Ya'er may become the crown princess. Maybe she will be the queen of Muyi in the future.

Rong Lingya looked at her father's face and knew that she was right. Her father would never miss a great opportunity.

"Dad, have you made up your mind?"

Rong Lingya stood up slowly and covered her left arm. Her left arm was weak and numb with pain.

Master Rong frowned, his mind was complicated, and the whip he held tightly did not fall.

Ya'er is right. This is a great opportunity for Rong family. We must take good advantage of it, but we can't leave scars on our daughter with a whip.

Finally, he threw down the whip coldly and said, "I'll spare you today! Stay in the house and don't make trouble. If you dare to make trouble again, it's no use calling heaven King Lao Tzu at that time!"

Then he looked at Mrs. Rong, "you, take good care of your daughter!"

Master Rong shook his sleeve and left.

Rong Lingya narrowly escaped death, with a fine cold sweat on her forehead until master Rong left. She seemed to take off her strength and fell to the ground.

Mrs. Rong immediately hugged Rong Lingya. "Ya'er, how are you? Somebody! Go and call the doctor!"

Mrs. Rong almost fainted when she saw Rong Lingya's broken sleeves stained with blood.

Rong Lingya felt no pain, her heart was cold and numb, and she had only one idea, that is, she must become a imperial concubine. Only by standing high can we avoid being bullied.

She wants to marry the seventh prince. Now the most prestigious person in the imperial court and most likely to be made Prince is the seventh prince.

As long as you become the seventh imperial concubine, the world of Muyi will be around the corner in the future. Then you can trample everyone under your feet! Even a strict and indifferent father had to obey her.

Rong Lingya clenched her teeth and her eyes were firm.

Mrs. Rong took the golden sore ointment from the palace and treated Rong Lingya's wound. When healing the wound, Rong Lingya stifled the pain, said nothing, and her face was as white as paper.

Mrs. Rong worried, "ya'er, you can't touch water these days. You should change the dressing every day."

The master was so cruel that he really whipped it. What should I do if there were scars? If there were scars on my daughter's body, my husband would dislike it.

Mrs. Rong frowned and remembered what Rong Lingya had said, "what you just said is true?"

Rong Lingya nodded, "Mom, I want to marry your highness Qi."

"This..."

Mrs. Rong loves her daughter dearly. She only hopes that her daughter will marry Ruyi husband and live a better life. She has never thought of sending her to the palace. Besides, my daughter is arrogant and bad tempered. What should I do if she gets into trouble.

"Niang... I like your highness Qi. He is handsome and has a good command of literature and martial arts. He is the most perfect man in the world... Besides, the person who is most likely to be crowned Prince is your highness Qi. It is also good for my family to become the seventh imperial concubine."

Rong Lingya has made up her mind that she must marry his highness Qi.

Mrs. Rong frowned slightly and disagreed with Rong Lingya's statement, "it's hard to say. The prince can't marry if you want to."

"I know, mother." Rong Lingya pulled Mrs. Rong's sleeve. "Our Rong family controls the talisman. If we marry your highness seven, it will be a great help. Your highness seven will certainly be willing to marry me."

Rong Lingya is full of confidence. She is the legitimate daughter of Rong's family. Rong's family controls the talisman, and Rong's general is in charge.

If the seventh prince wants power, he will join hands with Rong family.

"Besides, there are still imperial concubines in the palace to help. Imperial concubine Zhao has received the favor of Rong family and will certainly help." Rong Lingya smiled and forgot the pain from her arm. She fell into a beautiful fantasy, as if it was certain that she would become the seventh imperial concubine.

Mrs. Rong thought for a moment and didn't refute her. If she didn't spoil her, who else could she spoil.

"All right, take care of the injury first, and wait until the other injuries are cured."

"Niang, I want to go into the palace to see the imperial concubine." Rong Lingya pulled Mrs. Rong's sleeve. "Niang advised her father not to confine me in the house, okay?"

How can we lock her up in the backyard? She has to see his highness seven.

This marriage must be facilitated!

"Niang......" Rong Lingya raised her face, pale and pathetic.

Mrs. Rong was soft hearted. She raised her hand to touch her face and pulled her broken hair behind her ears. "You heal first. When the injury is well, I'll tell your father."

"My mother still loves me most." Rong Lingya buried her face in Mrs. Rong's arms, but she accidentally involved the wound. She took a breath of cold air in pain, and her tears were hazy.

"Does it hurt? Did you touch the wound?" Mrs. Rong looked nervous and hurried to check the injury. Rong Lingya shook her head. "I'm fine, mom, don't worry."

*

Rong Lingya recuperates in the back house. She is closed and thinks about her mistakes. She doesn't step out of the gate.

Jiang Jingshu is at ease to get married and lives a peaceful life.

Until this day, South Vietnamese envoys entered the capital.

At first, the state of Nanyue sent a princess and envoys, but they did not get any benefits, and the emperor did not give marriage. After inviting the princess of Nanyue to another garden, there was no more.

South Vietnam sent another Prince this time.

When Muruo, Prince of Nanyue, entered the Imperial City, the wind and scenery were glorious, and everyone in the capital knew it.

When Nanyue Princess Mujia heard that Muruo had arrived in the capital, her face changed greatly and she was so surprised that she broke the teacup, "what's the matter? How could my father send his third brother?"

There was no news from Nanyue and no letter. Suddenly Muluo went to Beijing.

Mu Jia's hands trembled slightly and her face was ugly.

The relationship between the princes and princesses of South Vietnam is not good. In order to compete for power, they have to tear their faces.

Mu Jia came to the imperial dynasty to be the queen and trampled her brothers and sisters on the soles of her feet, but before she achieved her goal, the three princes went to Beijing.

"What is he doing?" Mujia threw all the things on the table to the ground.

Muluo went into the palace to meet the emperor. The emperor solemnly welcomed him and said that he would receive him when he was ready another day.

Mujia sits and stands uneasy in the other garden, wringing her handkerchief. Her father will send three princes to come. She must have changed her mind. What should she do if she returns to Nanyue

She didn't get the favor of the emperor and was not given a marriage. If she went back to South Vietnam so disheartened, she would be laughed at and couldn't lift her head from then on.

"No! No!"

Mujia suddenly stood up and looked pale. "I can't go back! If I go back, my father won't pay attention to me anymore. He may marry me at will..."

When Mujia murmured to himself, the tall man strode in.

Mujia noticed the figure and looked up. When she saw the visitor, she subconsciously clenched her handkerchief.

The man is tall and handsome. His skin is wheat colored. Unlike the people in the imperial dynasty, he feels more healthy and sunny.

"Why? I haven't seen my third brother for a long time. Don't you miss me at all?" Mu Luo laughed and strode in. He smiled on the surface, but there was no smile in his eyes. Instead, he looked cold.

Mujia tightly pursed her lips, didn't speak, and looked at him coldly.

Muluo sat on the red sandalwood chair, saw the broken porcelain pieces on the ground, and sighed, "Oh, what a big temper... Who provoked you? Is it because I came to Beijing?"

Mu Jia snorted coldly. Seeing Mu Luo's hypocritical face, she couldn't help tearing his face.

"Come on! Don't get rid of it!"

The servant immediately trotted in and hurried to pick up the pieces on the ground.

After cleaning up, Mujia sat on the chair and looked at Muluo, "how did you suddenly go to Beijing?"

Muluo took a sip of tea. "I have to ask you. I haven't heard anything in Beijing for a few months. My father couldn't wait, so he sent me to inquire."

"By the way, I also heard some rumors. I heard that you made a big fool of yourself in the capital and fooled around with men... Tut Tut, you really lost the face of South Vietnam."

Mujia's face changed and clenched her fist when she heard Muruo's words.

Mu Luo completely ignored the Mu family's face and smiled softly, "no wonder the emperor doesn't give you a marriage. Who will marry a salacious woman. Oh, if you can't play your value, hurry back to Nanyue and don't lose face here!"

Mujia suddenly raised her head and stared at Muluo. She didn't feel her nails stabbing into the meat.

She got angry at the mention of it.

Jiang Jingshu... Blame that bitch!

If it weren't for Jiang Jingshu, how could she make a fool of herself! Without Jiang Jingshu, she would have married Ning LUOQI and become Princess Jin!