Zheng Ji walked down the stairs. The corridor in the prison was long and steep, and only one person could pass through it. Her face was vaguely reflected in the light shining on the two walls.
With a bright and beautiful appearance, a golden phoenix hairpin, and indescribable grace and splendor, she looked as gorgeous as a Rakshasa in this dark and strict prison.
"Your Highness, please... be careful where you step." The jailer who was leading the way turned back cautiously and stumbled out these words.
Zheng Ji glanced at Yu Cheng, his eyes were calm and gentle, but it made Yu Cheng's heart tremble.
He had heard about Princess Changding's deeds.
She was once the emperor's most beloved daughter, and she was given a title because she lived in a sacred place. However, for some reason, she offended the emperor, and was deprived of her title, demoted to a commoner, and almost beheaded.
Later, for some unknown reason, he regained the emperor's favor and was given the title Chang Ding again.
Not only that, the emperor also issued an edict a few days ago, granting Princess Changding the command of the palace and the command of 20,000 troops. Pei Shou and Su Wei are like the prince, riding thousands of horses, riding out and entering the police.
It can be said that Princess Changding is the most powerful person in the court besides the emperor and the prince.
But, why did Her Royal Highness come to the prison?
The imperial edict prison was set up by successive emperors of the Dade Dynasty and was directly controlled by the Fengchen Guards. It was independent of the other legal departments and was known as the prison of the emperor.
The place was heavily guarded, no sunlight could be seen, no birds could enter, the air of plague and plague was full, and all the important officials in the court could not avoid it.
The jailer has been working here for most of his life, and he has not even seen a few court officials. Now that Her Royal Highness Princess Changding is here in person, how can she not make him tremble with fear?
Soon, the jailer led Zheng Ji to a cell, opened the cell door and immediately retreated.
Zheng Jiwei bent down and walked through the cold iron fence. As soon as she stopped, a soldier wearing a silver unicorn uniform quickly stepped forward and knelt down with his back bent.
Zheng Ji gathered up her long skirt and sat on it with a calm expression.
Her posture was graceful and her brows were stretched, as if she was not in a dark and putrid prison, but in a bright and spacious court.
This scene made Song Zan, who was sitting in the corner of the cell, shrink his pupils sharply and gasp for breath. He couldn't believe it.
Silver unicorn uniform, this is the Fengchen Guard, the emperor's personal guard. In the past, he had to be careful to avoid it when he saw it, but now he is crawling under her and acting as a human stool for her?
Song Zan was imprisoned in the imperial prison for many days and knew nothing about the outside world. He did not know that most of the ten soldiers in Changding were from the Fengchen Guards.
He struggled to open his swollen eyes and looked at the person sitting on Feng Chenwei.
She... still has a bright appearance and luxurious makeup. It took a lot of wealth and power to cultivate her appearance and demeanor, like a delicate flower in a greenhouse, which has never been damaged by wind and rain.
This is her in memory, but it's not the her she's always remembered.
As if he had thought of something, Song Zan suddenly burst into laughter, his eyes were sinister and resentful, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Zheng Ji, you..."
Before he could finish his words, a Fengchen guard flew forward and slapped him, interrupting his words.
"How dare you!" Feng Chenwei shouted coldly: "How dare you call His Highness by his first name!"
After that, he kicked Song Zan and knocked him down on Zheng Ji's skirt.
Song Zan had already been tortured, and this kick made him cry out in pain, almost out of breath, and only blood seeped out from the corners of his mouth.
He struggled for a long time before he could manage to raise his head, but the pain made his eyes blurry, and he couldn't even see Zheng Ji's face clearly. Only the Zhai pattern on the long skirt and the golden light of Fengchai were reflected in his eyes.
This Zhai Wenfengguang, this aloof look stung his eyes, this was the look he hated the most.
When he thought of what she had done to him and the Song family, he wanted to eat her flesh and drink her blood.
Ignoring the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, he said intermittently: "You...you are such a poisonous woman, so ambitious and cruel to the loyal and good, yet you actually won. Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."
Zheng Ji lowered his eyes slightly, put his hands on his long skirt, and said nothing.
She looked at Song Zan, who was kneeling at her feet, as if looking at the dust beneath her feet.
The man in front of him had disheveled hair, dirty smell all over his body, and looked like he was crazy. It was completely impossible to tell that he was the powerful Anlehou in the past.
There is no more Anlehou Song Zan and Song Yuguang in the world. What is left is a weak and crazy death row prisoner in the imperial prison.
Zheng Ji had been married to him for three years, and after hearing these words, he still couldn't help but laugh.
It was obvious that she relied on the Lord Shang to achieve success, and it was obvious that she had to step on the corpses of her mother-in-law and the Jiang family to hold the powerful position. Even she...
She also narrowly escaped death under his trap. If someone hadn't risked her life to save her, she would have become a withered skeleton.
He actually had the nerve to call her a poisonous woman.
Haha, this is the origin of the Song family's family tradition in Anlehou Mansion.
But it doesn’t matter anymore. She had uprooted the entire Anle Palace, and there was only one Song Zan...
She wouldn't let him live.
So, she glanced to the side, and then a Fengchen guard grabbed Song Zan's hair, steadied him, and forced him to raise his head.
Zheng Ji bent down slightly, his chin lifted up by the three-gold armor, and he looked at it carefully.
After a while, she let go of her hand, shook her head, and sighed in her heart: How blind did she have to be to let Song Zan and Anle Houfu build a raft?
Song Zan's body was extremely weak and he was unable to struggle at all. He could only keep breathing heavily and shouting: "Huh, Huh..." while staring straight at Zheng Ji with a very scary look in his eyes.
Zheng Ji turned a blind eye. She slowly stretched out her hand with her palm upward. Li Xing'en, the old chamberlain behind her, immediately placed a dagger in her palm.
The dagger was unsheathed, and in the dim cell, the blue blade could be vaguely discerned.
This dagger is quenched with poison!
In his panic, Song Zan actually saw Zheng Ji's eyes clearly. The calm and calm look in his eyes made him feel a chill in his heart, and he felt a strong sense of murderous intent.
Zheng Ji wants to kill him! She came to Zhao Prison just to kill him!
Although he knew that he would inevitably die since he was thrown into prison, the moment he was about to die, he was still extremely frightened.
The Fengchen guards behind him were pressing him down, making him unable to move. The ants were still alive, let alone him?
Song Zan struggled desperately, trying to fight for his own life. He wanted to say that because of the relationship between the couple in the past, he wanted to say that he had not confessed yet, he was still useful, and he could not kill him. There were so many things he wanted to say, but he finally said them hoarsely. Yes, there are only three words.
"Du...Fengju..."
As these three words fell to the ground, neither the old chamberlain nor Fengchen guard moved, but something was different about the cramped cell.
Zheng Ji's calm eyes twitched, and murderous aura burst out from his whole body. This murderous aura almost solidified and pressed towards Song Zan.
Song Zan was extremely horrified. He knew that Zheng Ji could do some tricks, but how could he have such bloody murderous intent as a general in the army?
The next moment, these murderous intentions dissipated, as if nothing had happened, and everything in the cell was calm as usual.
Song Zan was overjoyed. He said Du Fengju, but Zheng Ji had no reaction. It turned out that Zheng Ji only treated Du Fengju like this!
Also, Zheng Ji was ungrateful and unkind, so what if Du Fengju died for her? Wouldn't the murderous intention disappear quickly?
He couldn't help but want to laugh "haha", but what came out was not laughter, but large mouthfuls of black blood.
At this time, he realized belatedly and slowly looked down at his chest. He didn't know when a dagger had been inserted there.
The dagger was completely submerged into his body, leaving only a dagger handle. The plum blossom branches on it were so familiar.
He subconsciously looked up at Zheng Ji. Her hands were empty, and the dagger in her hand had been inserted into his chest at some point.
Zheng Ji chuckled slightly and said the first words he said after entering the prison.
"Song Zan, why do you think this palace came to jail?"
She didn't come to listen to his curses, nor did she come to show off her authority. She tried her best to keep his life alive, and specifically asked her father for permission to come to the prison in person, just...
In order to kill Song Zan with her own hands, otherwise, the overwhelming hatred in her heart would not be quelled.
Everything in front of Song Zan's eyes became blurry, and at this moment, she suddenly realized: Before this, she might have been willing to listen to him curse, but when he mentioned those three words, her murderous intent increased and she was not willing to wait for a moment.
Du Fengju, Du Fengju...
Song Zan spit out black blood, twitched violently a few times, and then stopped moving. His eyes were so wide that they almost bulged out, and he refused to close his eyes.
Zheng Ji put his hands behind his back and remained silent, feeling endless fatigue coming over him and feeling bored.
Even if she killed Song Zan with her own hands, those people would never come back.
Mother and concubine, grandfather, uncles, and...and Du Fengju.
The prison suddenly became quiet, and the Fengchen guards guarding both inside and outside the cell stood upright, ready to attack and defend at any time.
Without Zheng Ji's order, they would naturally not move.
However, the old chamberlain Li Xing'en stepped forward, took out his brocade handkerchief and wiped the blood on Zheng Ji's armor, and said, "Your Highness, the Emperor is still waiting in the Zichen Palace. Shall we accompany His Highness back to the palace?"
Zheng Ji suddenly smiled and nodded.
Yes, although they can't come back, their injustice has not been redressed and the truth has not been revealed. How can she feel tired?
She stood up and walked out of the cell without even looking at Song Zan who was lying on the ground.
The majestic Fengchen guards followed her, guarding her in front and back, as quietly and quickly as they came.
Zheng Ji climbed up the stairs, and for some reason, he gradually felt dizzy. Then the dark light on the two walls continued to disappear, and the neat footsteps of Feng Chenwei quietly dispersed.
Everything seemed to have disappeared, and in the dark and narrow prison passage, someone was slowly walking towards her.
The man's face was beautiful, his eyebrows were cross-cut, and his eyes were murderous and cold. In this Netherworld Prison, he was frightening and heartbreaking, and he didn't dare to take another look.
She didn't see how he moved, and he rushed to her in an instant. Looking closely, there was no murderous and ruthless look in his eyes, only Yuan Qingjiyue, as if he was a son of aristocratic family.
Immediately, the man smiled at her, knelt down and held her hand, calling in a low voice: "Your Highness, Thousand Years of Life... Thousand Years of Worry-free, Your Highness..."
