Dongfang Jing's heart skipped a beat, she didn't expect Shen Zhaoyu to get right to the point.
"I..." She opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say.
Shen Zhaoyu then said, "Think about it carefully, Ah Jing. If I kill Dongfang Lingxi, it may relieve your hatred for a while, but what about the Prince's House? Your Majesty has nothing on the surface, and he will definitely feel guilty for the Prince in his heart. Since he has made up for the Prince. Yuchimo's loss of his new wife was originally a sympathetic thing, but if you think about it, Dongfang Si is dead, Dongfang Lingxi has no power from her mother's family, plus she has a broken arm, for Yuchimo, this is a sympathetic thing. It is dispensable! If His Majesty kills Dongfang Lingxi, he can marry another beautiful princess and marry another minister in the court... "
Dongfang Jing pondered Shen Zhaoyu's words carefully, and couldn't help frowning, "Killing Dongfang Lingxi, for Yuchimo, has everything to gain and no harm to!"
"Exactly!" Shen Zhaoyu breathed a sigh of relief, and sighed softly, "Ah Jing, think about it carefully, Dongfang Lingxi was just a pusher of the tragedy in the previous life, and Yuchimo was the real mastermind behind the scenes! You continue to suffer, you don't want Yuchimo to go unpunished, so you take the risk to save Dongfang Lingxi!"
"It's Ah Jing who misunderstood your mother." After listening to Dongfang Jing, she blamed herself endlessly.
Shen Zhaoyu said again, "Of course, I also have selfish intentions. After all, Zhen'er is my own son. What mother doesn't want her son to be good? If Yu Chimo misses the throne, Zhen'er and I will have a chance!"
After hearing this, Dongfang Jing calmed down a little. She was fed up with being deceived, and she didn't want Mrs. Shen to be that kind of duplicity as the third lady said. Shen Niangniang is willing to admit the greed in her heart, which just shows her sincerity to her.
"Ah Jing understands." Dongfang Jing responded, then bowed her head in shame, "Ah Jing is overthinking, so don't worry about it, Madam Shen."
Shen Zhaoyu was still a little worried, and said tentatively, "Ah Jing, today is different, if you don't want to help Zhen'er anymore, you can tell Bengong, I don't blame you, after all... After all, you are married. I wholeheartedly seek a future for my husband."
The moment Dongfang Jing knew Wuyou's identity, her heart was also shaken. To help Wuyou win the throne, or to help the old eleven win the throne? Shen Zhaoyu has selfish intentions, and of course she also has them. Shen Zhaoyu only knew that Zongzheng Fusu and her Zhongli Wanyun were in love with each other, and it is not what it used to be, but how did she know that Fusu was Wuyou, the prince Wuyou back then!
She was hesitating how to answer, Shen Zhaoyu said again, "Ah Jing, I know that it is difficult for you to make this choice. I only have one request. In the future, whether it is the old eleven's enthronement or King Gong's enthronement, we will always be together People, okay? We only have one enemy——Yu Chimo!"
Dongfang Jing breathed a sigh of relief, and her eyes overflowed with emotion, "Okay. I, Prince Gong's Mansion, will never be enemies with Prince Ning's Mansion!"
Shen Zhaoyu's high-hanging heart finally sank. Her back was injured, and it would hurt after sitting for a long time. Her waist flickered and she almost fell down.
"Mrs. Shen!" Seeing this, Dongfang Jing rushed forward, stabilized her, and carefully helped her to lie down on her side, "It's all my fault. I kept talking about things, and I almost forgot about Mrs. Shen." Still hurt."
Shen Zhaoyu sighed lightly, and shook her head again and again, "Ah Jing, how can this be your fault? Bengong's body, I know in my heart, there is nothing serious about me, but... it's just my right hand, which is completely useless!"