Through the open window, Yu Haoran saw two middle-aged men dressed in bailiff uniforms on the east side of the street. One was striking a gong while the other was beating a drum.
"Make way, all of you make way!"
Behind the two constables, there was an elite soldier in armor who held an imperial edict in his hands.
At the same time, on the west side of the street, a group of ten-some young masters dressed in silk robes and holding folding fans looked at the approaching bailiffs and armored elite soldiers with nervous and eager eyes.
"Which one of you is called Cui Minliang?" The bailiff quickly walked up to the group of young masters and asked with a fawning smile.
"This one is called Cui Minliang!"
Just as the sound of the constable's voice faded away, among the dozen or so young masters, only one young man dressed in old sackcloth walked out from the crowd with an excited expression.
"Congratulations, Young Master Cui. Congratulations, Young Master Cui. You have taken first place in this year's court examination!"
The fawning smile was immediately replaced by a fawning smile. The middle-aged bailiff handed the instrument in his hand to his companion and then took out a purple-gold letter from his sleeve and respectfully presented it to Cui Minliang.
Cui Minliang's hands trembled as he took the purple-gold letter and slowly opened it. When he saw the contents of the letter, tears streamed down his face as he raised his head to the sky and shouted.
"Father, Mother, your child is the top scorer!"
"Cui Minliang, receive the edict!" As Cui Minliang was shouting to the heavens, the armored elite soldier walked past the two bailiffs and unfurled the edict as he announced the edict to Cui Minliang.
Although the contents of the edict were simple, the commotion it caused caused caused the entire street to fall silent.
Prince consort!
The content of the edict was that the Emperor of the Datong Empire had betrothed his most beloved Princess Yizhu to Cui Minliang.
Cui Minliang, who seemed to have come from a humble background and was bestowed the title of prince consort, had completely transformed his life in a matter of minutes.
Whether it was Cui Minliang himself or the people on the street, all of them had different reactions to this sudden transformation.
Cui Minliang seemed to be the only one who was truly happy. After all, he was the only beneficiary.
Envy and jealousy occupied the majority. After all, this kind of beautiful thing of flying up the branch and becoming a phoenix was the dream of most people present.
There were also many people who were filled with hatred.
Especially the young masters standing behind Cui Minliang. While they were congratulating him hypocritically, the hatred in their eyes made them want to take a knife and kill him.
Joy, anger, sorrow, joy, and hatred!
Looking at the different reactions of the people on the street, Yu Haoran, who originally had the mentality of watching a show, gradually immersed himself in the feelings and understanding of the different emotional reactions. At the same time, an ethereal aura gradually rose from his body.
When Cui Minliang finally calmed down and received the imperial edict from the armored soldier, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.
The ordinary city was replaced by a luxurious mansion. The noisy tavern was replaced by a warm and romantic bridal room with a big red "Happiness" character pasted on it.
Looking at the room illuminated by the red candles, looking at the motionless bride sitting on the phoenix bed, Yu Haoran, who was sitting next to the bride, suddenly had a trace of vitality in his ethereal aura.
Opening the bride's red veil and blowing out the red candles, Cui Minliang, who was both the top scholar and the prince consort, had truly reached the peak of his life.
The scene changed. Although the thin Cui Minliang was wearing brocade clothes, the worry between his eyebrows showed that his life after the wedding was not going well.
"The princess is not free today. Prince consort, please come another day!" A middle-aged nanny in her forties did not hide the contempt in her eyes as she chased him away.
In response, although a trace of anger flashed in Cui Minliang's eyes, in the end, he sighed and turned to leave.
Although his mind was in a state of enlightenment, Yu Haoran still subconsciously glanced at the Prince's Mansion.
At this moment, the spiritual sense that had disappeared suddenly returned.
Through the wall and the courtyard, he saw the beautiful princess lying happily in the arms of a handsome young man with an extraordinary temperament.
The young man looked at the princess's slightly protruding abdomen, his eyes showing tenderness like water.
The spiritual sense that could be mobilized suddenly disappeared. Yu Haoran found himself in a slightly shabby inn and saw Cui Minliang kneeling in front of a pair of memorial tablets in the room of the inn.
Yu Haoran didn't need to listen to Cui Minliang's muttering. The entire process of the incident suddenly appeared in his mind.
A seventh-rank editor of the Literary Academy, one month's salary was barely enough to support himself, and he also had to save on clothes and diet to please the people in the Prince's Mansion. Through this, he could see the princess and spend a night with the princess.
In this case, he could not help his parents who painstakingly raised him and lived in a distant mountain village. In the end, his parents starved to death.
"Bang! Bang! Bang …! "
Holding a blood-stained letter in his hand, Cui Minliang kowtowed nine times in front of a pair of memorial tablets. His eyes showed a crazy killing intent.
He got up and took out a yellowed book from under the pillow and carefully hid it in his chest. Then he turned and left the inn and went straight to the antique shop not far from the inn.
He used the precious book stolen from the Literary Academy of the Imperial Palace to exchange for 3,000 taels of silver. 2,000 taels of silver were used to bury his dead parents, and the remaining 1,000 taels were used to bribe several guards in the Prince's Mansion. Then he quietly sneaked into the princess's room.
Seeing the princess sleeping on the bed and the handsome young man lying next to the princess, Cui Minliang's heart suddenly ignited endless anger.
He used a chair to block the door and quietly walked to the bed. Then he raised the sharp knife in his hand and directly inserted it into the young man's heart.
"You …!"
The great pain from the heart made the sleeping young man suddenly open his eyes.
Feeling the rapid loss of life, looking at the ferocious Cui Minliang, the young man's eyes showed endless regret.
After all, with his family background and appearance, he still had dozens of years of glory and wealth, and countless beautiful women waiting for his favor.
Now, because of a moment of greed, he finally ended up dying young. How could this not make him regret?
He suddenly pulled out the sharp knife and sprayed a lot of blood directly on the princess's face. This also made the princess gradually wake up.
When she saw her husband standing in front of the bed holding the sharp knife, she turned her head and looked at the dead young man. Her heart suddenly surged with horror and sadness, and she could not help but scream.
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