On their wedding night, she burned down the Prince Regent's palace.

Chapter 354 Dreaming of the Past

She was also aware of what Feng Wuming did during this period.

Non-vegetation, ruthless Practice makes perfect?
It's not that she hasn't been touched, but every time a strange emotion quietly arises in her heart, Ye Zhiyu has to suppress it with absolute reason.

After all, she is a soul from another world and does not belong here.

You never know when you will leave.

Why bother to plant the seeds of pain for Feng Wuming and himself?
That's it, it's good to each get what he needs.

For the rest, there is no need for extravagance.

"Does the prince have any further instructions regarding the arrangements outside?" Ye Zhiyu took the initiative to break the ice and changed the subject.

Feng Wuming walked down the steps and stopped mentioning what happened just now.

The two of them skipped tacitly, as if nothing had happened just now.

"How is your relationship with Wang Changsong's wife Cao?"

When Ye Zhiyu heard this, he first searched for Mrs. Wang in his mind, and then shook his head.

"It's just a few encounters. I met him at a banquet before."

Ye Zhiyu thought of the last time she enthusiastically introduced her husband to him, and he seemed to be a cheerful person.

"But why did the prince suddenly want to ask this? But what do I need to do to get close to Mrs. Wang?" Ye Zhiyu returned to the topic and looked at Feng Wuming seriously.

Feng Wuming's complicated eyes stayed on Ye Zhiyu's face for a long time, and finally he said: "I'm just asking, if there is no friendship before, forget it. It's a troubled time, and approaching rashly without detecting the intention will only alert the snake. "

Ye Zhiyu was keenly aware that Feng Wuming's target might not be this Cao family, but Cao family's husband, Du Censor Wang Changsong.

Ye Zhiyu expressed his guess and was confirmed by Feng Wuming.

Feng Wuming made no secret of this and simply shared the information he had investigated with Ye Zhiyu.

"In other words, maybe Wang Changsong was the one who was related to the Red-clothed Blood Demon back then?" Ye Zhiyu was a little surprised, but he quickly accepted the information.

This world is really such a mysterious coincidence.

However, it is not surprising that such a sycophantic person would be unsympathetic and unrighteous at first and then give up.

Ye Zhiyu thought for a moment and then said: "Although I am not very familiar with Mrs. Wang, I have a perfect way to get close to Wang Changsong."

After being together for so long, the two have developed an indescribable tacit understanding between each other.

Ye Zhiyu only said this, and Feng Wuming understood it immediately.

He didn't say much, just said: "Be careful in everything. If you need Xiao Qingrang's cooperation, just speak up."

Ye Zhiyu smiled helplessly, and he was not polite at all to Xiao Qingrang and Feng Wuming.

Such people always have their own persistence and principles.

But for some reason, he was willing to help Feng Wuming like this.

"I will."

Ye Zhiyu's voice was very soft and reached Feng Wuming's ears.

Just when Ye Zhiyu was about to leave, Feng Wuming called her again.

"Have you taken the medicine?"

Ye Zhiyu didn't look back, nodded, and left the prison.

Feng Wuming looked at the golden sore medicine she left behind and smiled.

After leaving Dali Temple, Ye Zhiyu returned to the palace.

Made some paper figures in the room.

The paper man followed Ye Zhiyu's consciousness all the way to the Wang family's house in the dark and windy night, and attached itself to Wang Changsong's body.

So Wang Changsong had nightmares from that day on.

In my dreams, I always meet a woman in wedding clothes with her back to me, and she repeats in a sad voice: "Satsuro, why did you betray me? Why did you betray me!"

The sound finally became sharp, as if it was about to pierce someone's eardrum.In the dream, Wang Changsong also tried to see the woman's face.

But after pulling her shoulders, all he saw was her back.

With two backs, this woman has no face!
This realization directly woke up Wang Changsong, who was still sleeping.

He sat up suddenly, sweating profusely, and was very frightened. He was still muttering: "Yao Niang, no, it's not me."

Wang Changsong's new concubine was awakened by the movement and clung to Wang Changsong's body as soft as a bone.

"Husband, what's the matter?"

Wang Changsong was frightened by the female voice and screamed. He pushed the woman to the ground, hurriedly opened the quilt and ran out.

The concubine Liu screamed with pain on her face.

Wang Changsong turned a deaf ear and ran far away. The cool breeze blew, and then he felt that his mind was completely clear.

Suddenly, there were bright lights in the distance, crowds of people, and the sound of equipment colliding made Wang Changsong wake up completely.

It turned out that Mrs. Cao heard that Wang Changsong ran out of the concubine's room screaming, and was afraid that someone was assassinating her, so she called the soldiers.

Cao's concerned voice could be heard from a distance.

"Sir, are you okay?"

In the distance, only Wang Changsong could be seen sitting quietly at the foot of the steps wearing a thin undershirt.

When I got closer, I saw him lowering his head, unable to see his expression clearly.

Ms. Cao suddenly became even more panicked.

He hurriedly covered Wang Changsong with his big cloak.

Wang Changsong saw a hand painted with scarlet kodan placed on his wrist, and suddenly remembered that the woman who cried out for injustice in the dream seemed to be also painted with such blood-red kodan.

It looked like it was painted with human blood.

"Snapped--"

Wang Changsong couldn't help but slapped Cao's face with his backhand. Cao's face was turned away from the slap, and blood immediately flowed from the corner of his mouth.

"Vicious woman, you are the one who wants to harm me! Why don't you get out of here?!" Wang Changsong pointed at Mrs. Cao, blowing his beard and glaring in anger.

I wish I could kill her with a sword to be happy.

Half of Cao's face immediately swelled up, and she held back her tears and said, "Yes, it's because I'm rude."

Ms. Cao stood up and saluted, her voice choked with sobs.

"It's late at night and the dew is heavy. My lord, put on your cloak and don't get caught by the wind and cold."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Changsong tore off the silver fox cloak from his back as if to vent his anger and threw it to the ground without mercy.

He spoke again, words like sharp knives piercing into Cao's chest, "I'll say it again, if you still want to safely fulfill your position as Mrs. Wang, then don't let me see you in the house." Don't act like Mrs. Wang."

Wang Changsong raised his eyes and looked at Mr. Cao, with merciless disgust in his eyes, "Do you understand?"

Mrs. Cao saluted again with tears in her eyes, "I...don't worry."

Wang Changsong curled his lips, "I just hope, madam, that you really understand and never make your own decisions again."

After saying that, Wang Changsong looked deeply at Mrs. Cao, and then waved his hand compassionately, "Go away."

"Take these people and get out."

So the Cao family and the palace soldiers retreated, and the palace, which had been noisy for a while, finally calmed down.

Wang Changsong sat alone on the steps and waited until dawn.

The next day, Wang Changsong went to court with two dark circles under his eyes.

When the colleague saw this, he couldn't help but pat him on the shoulder and joked: "What? Madam-in-law is angry because of Mr. Wang's affairs and doesn't allow Mr. Wang to enter the bedroom to rest?"

(End of this chapter)