Yuan Qing raised her sleeves and said indifferently: "Cry? I won't cry. I made up a lie out of thin air, why should I cry?"
Chu Mingyang sneered and sat down slowly. The two sat opposite each other, less than ten feet apart, and the atmosphere was full of hostility.
"You're right, I really liked him in the past, such a heroic man, which woman doesn't love?" Chu Mingyang's eyes contained a bit of mockery, "Are you not the same but also in love with him? It's just that you used it. I thought it was the final winner when I got the dirty trick? I originally thought he was protecting you like that, and he must have you in his heart, but after he contacted me, he heard his grievances, and then I knew the pressure he was under. And suffering, Yuan Qingling, do you know that your face is hateful?"
"I would like to hear the details." Yuan Qingling said, suppressing the goose bumps that were about to appear. "But, really, even if the child in your stomach belongs to him, you must have hooked him first. It's just for fun."
Chu Mingyang sneered at the corner of his mouth, "Do you really think so? You are wrong to think that way. When I returned to my natal home, he first tried every means to ask someone to send me a letter and invite me to meet up. I hated him so much. I thought he had ulterior motives, so all the letterheads he gave me were burned down, but the last letter remained on me. You know his handwriting."
She took out a letterhead from her sleeve pocket. The letter was carefully folded. After opening it, the paper showed serious creases. It should have been folded countless times after reading it many times.
Man'er stepped forward to take it, but Chu Mingyang raised his hand and coldly said: "Do you want to destroy the evidence? Can you see it, just look at it like this, just a few words."
She straightened her letterhead and unfolded it near her chin for Yuan Qingling to see.
"Sister Yang, I have no intention of offending. I just want to say sorry to you personally. If you are willing to forgive me, please come to Mingyue Tower at noon tomorrow."
The signature is a bright word.
Without a date, without his seal, it is a private message.
The handwriting is indeed very similar to his handwriting, because it can't be accepted for a good study, so I don't know how different it is from his handwriting.
"Do you know his handwriting?" Chu Mingyang saw her look stunned, thinking she was sad, smugly smiled and slowly hid the letter paper, coldly said: "He wrote me no fewer than five letters, I don't even bother it. I burned it after reading it. The maids around me can testify. I was really depressed when I lived in my natal family. The last time I wanted to hear what he had to say, I went to the Mingyue Tower to attend the meeting. After I got to the Mingyue Tower, I told him The attitude is still cold. It’s a pity that you didn’t see his diligence. You didn’t see him sitting opposite me and kept explaining to me. He said that he didn’t come to Chu Mansion for Chu Mingcui, but for me, but he was misunderstood. He has always wanted to find the opportunity to make it clear, but unfortunately you designed him at that time, which made him lose his reputation, and he was discouraged and felt that he was not worthy of me, so he stopped giving up."
Yuan Qingling watched her intoxicated and obsessed when she talked about it, but there was a bit of bitterness in her sweetness, and there was also helplessness and sadness in her triumphant smile, fearing that the sweetness of the time had become sad now.
"So, after your misunderstanding disappears, will you continue to meet?" Yuan Qingling asked.
"Yes," Chu Mingyang apparently hadn't come out of that sweet memory, and murmured: "At that time, he promised a lot to me, let me continue to return to the palace of Ji to monitor every move in the palace of Ji, he said I do this in the most appropriate way, because no one will doubt me. I think so, who will pay attention to me? Therefore, I have been monitoring Prince Ji's every move for him, and will inform him of any disturbance."
She raised her head, her eyes flushed, her face resentful, "I am pregnant with his child, and he said that he will give me status anyway, let me wait with peace of mind, he will divorce you and marry me, why are you? Don’t die? Yuan Qingling, go to die, if you die, he will no longer have any scruples, he can marry me in."
She cursed Yuan Qingling viciously, as if it was because of Yuan Qingling that caused his current attitude to change drastically, but she understood that the throne must be the most important thing. Yuan Qingling was highly regarded by the emperor and the emperor, and won again. Minxin, she would have a great influence on him if she divorced at this time.
Yuan Qingling was obviously dissatisfied with the information, and said: "Except for this letter, I really can't convince me that the person who has been meeting with you is the prince."
Chu Mingyang stretched out his hand and pressed the loose hair bun, with a delicate face, "You can continue to deceive yourself. If you recognize the handwriting, can you change the facts if you don't admit it? You are denying everything, and there is no way to deny my stomach. The child here is the blood of the prince. If the prince gets the big treasure, he will be the Emperor Tianhuang, the future emperor. This is what the prince promised."
Yuan Qingling was a little surprised when she heard these words. Chu Mingyang is not that kind of idealized woman. She values reality very much. How could she believe those words
Ten thousand steps back, even if the fifth child is with her, but the eldest son is in front of her, when will it be his child's turn to be the future emperor? Even if there is a possibility of competition, she believes in such a light promise
"You tell me the flower, but I don't believe it either." Yuan Qingling shook his head and said.
Chu Mingyang sneered, "Okay, let you give up. When he was happy with me, there was a scar on his back from the left shoulder blade to the right lower waist. This scar is the mark of his great victory. If I have never had a good time with him, How do you know? You can give up!"
When Yuan Qingling heard this, she felt wide open. After dealing with her for so long, she finally knew one of the characteristics of that person. She looked at Chu Mingyang and said: "The old fifth does have scars on his back, no less than six or seven. Dao, however, none of them is as long as you said, and the longest is only about half a finger. However, he has a scar. Many people know it. Since you have had a good time with him, you should also know that this scar is there. Between the legs, the scar left from the assassination in Beijing. The wound was inflamed and pus, but it was not treated well, so the scar is very obvious. As long as he met you frankly, you will definitely see it."
Chu Mingyang's breath was quick and his face was sullen, "Do you think I can believe such nonsense?"
Yuan Qing Ling said indifferently: "It is true or false. It is not difficult for you to find out. In addition to my treatment of his injury, Yu Yu 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, ask Yu Wenjun, he planned the assassination at the beginning, and where he injured his own killer, he knows best."
Chu Mingyang's face suddenly became very hideous, and there was a huge wave in her eyes. She suddenly stood up, picked up the cup on the case, and smashed it towards Yuan Qingling, yelling, "You are nonsense, you are nonsense!"
The cup was blown away by Man'er, Yuan Qingling didn't entangle her, stood up and glanced at her face that was so pale as horror, and walked away with Man'er quickly.
Behind her came her beastly roar, full of despair and fury. Man'er had a psychological shadow of this roar, and he almost didn't let his legs down.