After the cannon fodder father and daughter married into the family, the whole family regretted it

Chapter 894: King Qi

"This matter involves a lot of things. Since the Crown Prince has taken over, we should just cooperate secretly."

Fang Tong interrupted and served Fang Yin a bowl of porridge, "Have breakfast first, you've been busy all night..." He was halfway through his words when he remembered that his second brother's "busyness" was not what he thought, so he couldn't help but pause, a mischievous smile on his face.

Fang Yin glared at him, took the bowl of porridge, and feeling hungry, he began to eat it in big mouthfuls.

At this time, Meng Lan also walked in accompanied by her maid.

She changed into a more casual red dress, shedding the gorgeous attire of yesterday and adding a bit of the charm of a new bride. However, facing the people in the room, especially Fang Tong and Qian Fengping, she was still a little embarrassed.

Qian Fengping smiled and stood up. She took her hand affectionately and asked her to sit next to Fang Yin. She said softly, "Come and sit down. We've been waiting for you. Are you hungry? I don't know what you like to eat, so I asked the kitchen to prepare some of everything."

Meng Lan said hurriedly: "I'm sorry to trouble my sister-in-law, I'm not picky."

According to custom, a bride needs to offer tea and change her words to her parents-in-law on the morning of the second day after she enters the house. The Fang family does not have this custom. Qian Fengping looked at Meng Lan with a smile.

She took out a box, which contained the key to the storeroom and the matching card. She pushed the box in front of Meng Lan and said sincerely, "Sister-in-law, now that you have entered the family, the responsibility of housekeeping should be borne by you. Here are the keys to the matching card. I will trouble you in the future."

Everyone thought that Meng Lan would take it, but unexpectedly, Meng Lan gently pushed the box back, looking at Qian Fengping with a helpless smile that was just right and a bit coquettish on her face.

"Don't embarrass me, I've only just arrived. I'm completely clueless about household affairs and know nothing about the rules or the people. How can I possibly shoulder such a heavy responsibility? You've been managing the household for years, and everyone praises you. I was just thinking of taking a break and learning from you for a few more years. I'll have to trouble you to take care of this hard work for a few more years."

Qian Fengping was a little surprised and looked at Fang Tong. Fang Tong also felt that it was a bit hasty for her to ask her to be the housekeeper as soon as she entered the door, so he nodded.

At this moment, Fang Yin, who had been concentrating on drinking porridge, suddenly raised his head, still chewing something, and interrupted in a vague but loud voice: "Lan'er is right! The most important thing for her now is to quickly give birth to a big fat boy for me. Housekeeping is too stressful, so you have to trouble me, sister-in-law!"

His words were so blunt that they were almost rude. In an instant, the whole table fell silent.

Meng Lan's face turned red in an instant, even her ears were stained red. She was embarrassed and annoyed, and stepped hard on Fang Yin under the table.

"puff--"

"Hahaha!"

Fang Tong was the first one who couldn't help laughing out loud. Qian Fengping also covered her mouth with her hands and laughed so hard that her shoulders were shaking. Fang Nanzhi and Qin Yan even lowered their heads, trying hard to hold back their laughter, and their shoulders shrugged.

Fang Yin was grimacing as he was stepped on, but he still looked innocent: "I'm telling the truth!"

Meng Lan wished she could find a hole in the ground to crawl into and glared at him angrily.

Imperial Palace, Xuanzheng Hall.

The emperor's face was as gloomy as water, and he looked at the group of people kneeling in the center of the hall.

That was the Qi Wang family who had fled from the imperial mausoleum in a hurry last night but were quickly captured.

He looked disheveled, with his hair crooked. The princess and his two young children knelt trembling behind him, their faces covered in tears and fear.

Crown Prince Qingyan stood solemnly at the foot of the imperial steps with a stern expression. Fang Tong, one of the relevant officials, also stood at the side of the hall with his hands hanging down, listening.

The hall was filled with guards, and the atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

"Eleventh Prince," the emperor's voice was low, yet it carried the might of thunder, echoing through the hall. "Out of consideration for our blood ties, I have spared your life, allowing you to guard the imperial mausoleum and reflect on your sins. Is this how you reflect? You actually dared to collude with outsiders and rob my father's mausoleum! Do you understand the enormity of this crime?"

King Qi suddenly raised his head, and the dejection on his face was gone. Instead, there was an almost crazy resentment and a desperate look.

He hissed, "You ask me if I know my guilt? Of course I do! My guilt is that I was born into the wrong family, a concubine's child. My guilt is the late emperor, that biased old man!"

"He once held me in his arms and praised me for my intelligence, but what happened in the end? Just because my mother was of humble origin, he gave everything to you! And me? What did I get? An empty title of a prince, and then being banished to that gloomy imperial mausoleum like a dog! To guard the mausoleum? Hahahaha!"

He laughed wildly, tears streaming down his face. "Those slaves who flatter the powerful and bully the weak dare to deduct even a hot meal. Who of those so-called clan members has ever looked me in the eye? I'm living worse than a rich man!"

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared at the emperor. "I hate it! I hate the injustice of the previous emperor, and I hate your hypocrisy. What blood ties? It's all bullshit! Someone came to me, gave me hope, and promised me, why wouldn't I do it? I want to turn the world upside down! Even if I die, I will drag you down with me! Let everyone in the world see your hypocritical faces of fatherly love and filial piety, brotherly love and respect!"

He acted like a madman, pouring out all the resentment that had accumulated over the years, which shocked everyone in the hall.

"Traitor! Shut up!"

The emperor was so angry that he was shaking all over. He grabbed the jade paperweight and was about to smash it down, but he finally restrained himself and shouted, "Tell me! Who is conspiring with you? Where are those thieves now?"

"Who is it? Hahaha..." King Qi laughed crazily, "I won't tell you. If you have the guts, kill me and let me go to hell with this secret. I'll make you sleepless forever! Want to know? Dream on!"

He was obviously determined to die and refused to cooperate.

At this moment, Prince Qingyan moved.

He did not ask the emperor for permission, nor did he even say a single word. His figure was as fast as lightning, and he suddenly rushed in front of Prince Qi's son, who was terrified and pale. With a "clang", the sword at his waist was unsheathed half a foot, and a cold light flashed!

"Ah——!" The young man's shrill scream echoed throughout the hall.

One of his arms had been cut by the sword, leaving a deep wound visible to the bone. The blood instantly dyed his robe red. The young man was in so much pain that he almost fainted. The princess hugged him tightly, and he cried in despair.

The Crown Prince sheathed his sword with a clean, sharp movement. His face was expressionless, a cold indifference evident only. He looked at Prince Qi, whose pupils had suddenly shrunken and whose face was filled with shock and anger, and said in a terrifyingly steady voice, "Eleventh Uncle, you may not be afraid of death, but with the next strike, I will end your lineage as Prince Qi. You can try and see if I dare."

"You! You are so outrageous! Using lynching is illegal! My brother! Are you going to let him kill the royal family like this?!"

King Qi was shocked and angry, shouting at the top of his lungs, trying to use rules and laws to protect his last weakness.

The emperor closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and did not say anything to stop it. His tacit agreement was tantamount to condoning it.