Even though she was so ill-informed, she knew that Prince Qiyang was not a kind person. Although Prince Qiyang was also a prince, he was not the biological son of the current emperor. He was the son of the former emperor.
Prince Qiyang was the legitimate son of the former emperor, but his mental state was very unstable. He was addicted to killing. He was sometimes unconscious and sometimes awake. When he was awake, he would often kill people. When he went crazy, even his biological father, the former emperor, was almost killed by him.
Obviously, Prince Qiyang could not inherit the throne. So, the former emperor passed the throne to his younger brother, the current emperor, before he died.
After the current emperor ascended the throne, Prince Qiyang's illness did not get better. Instead, it got worse. It was said that no one who served Prince Qiyang, male or female, was spared. They were all killed by Prince Qiyang when he went crazy. Later, the people who looked after him were replaced by soldiers. Even so, they needed to send people into Prince Qiyang's mansion from time to time.
It was said that there was an unwritten rule in the army. Whoever could survive for six months in Prince Qiyang's mansion would be promoted and rewarded with a hundred taels of gold. However, even if the imperial court offered a handsome reward, no one was willing to take care of or detain Prince Qiyang. It was said that Prince Qiyang used to be in the army and was known as the God of Killing. Later, he killed too many people and suffered a backlash. He became half dead and half crazy.
Mu Mingtang did not know whether the rumor was true or not, but at least she knew that even trained professional soldiers could not escape from Prince Qiyang. She was a weak woman who could not even escape from Xiangyang. How could she marry into Prince Qiyang's mansion and be a pathfinder?
Perhaps she would not be able to enjoy the blessing of being a princess. She would die on the same day and report to the King of Hell.
Mu Mingtang was a little anxious. She could endure insults, cold treatment, and even harsh treatment, but she could not die. No one wanted to live more than those who had really experienced death.
Mu Mingtang could not help but take a small step forward and said sincerely, "Father, I am very grateful that you and madam saved me from the hooligans. I am willing to serve you for the rest of my life to repay your kindness. I don't want to marry, nor do I want to be a princess. My life is cheap. I can't be a princess. Please let me stay in the mansion and serve tea and be a slave. As long as you don't mind, I can be a maid. "
"How can that be?" Jiang Honghao flatly refused, "You are my adopted daughter, the Second Miss of the Jiang Family, not a servant. How can you do the work of a maid? Don't worry, Father will support you in everything. Since you're going to be the Princess Consort, you just have to be at ease when you get married and enjoy your life. No one will talk behind your back. What was more, Prince Qiyang was the legitimate son of the former emperor and also the legitimate grandson of a prince. Before the accident, he had made great contributions and all the noble ladies in the city were eager to recommend him. If you marry him, no matter what, you will be climbing up the social ladder. It will definitely not be a disgrace. "
Xie Xuanji, who had not spoken for a long time, sat to the side. When he heard this, he closed his folding fan and said, "Father-in-law is right. Ever since Imperial Father ascended to the throne, he racked his brains, worked hard, and slept late at night for fear that he would fail to live up to the previous Emperor's expectations. Over the past few years, the government and the people were living and working in peace and contentment. The vitality that had been damaged by the years of war was slowly recovering. His father was comforted, but there was one thing he was worried about, and that was his cousin, Prince Qiyang. He was the only remaining descendant of Imperial Uncle. He had reached the age of marriage, but he had never had a wife or concubine. Imperial Father was worried. Now that Father-in-law took the initiative to say that he wanted to marry the Second Miss to Prince Qiyang, it would solve the problem in Imperial Father's mind. After you marry him, take good care of him. If he can have a descendant, it will be your credit. In the future, the imperial family will not treat you unfairly. "
After Mu Mingtang entered the door, she had not looked in the direction of Xie Xuanji. This was not only to avoid suspicion, but also to draw a clear line. Mu Mingtang was very clear that no matter how well Jiang Honghao said, Jiang Mingwei was his biological daughter. Look at Xie Xuanji, he didn't even call him Father-in-law.
If she counted on her former fiancé to stand up for her and keep entangling with Prince Jin, it would be like poking a nail in Jiang Honghao and Madame Jiang's eyes. She would certainly not get a good end.
Mu Mingtang was very self-aware. From the beginning, she stayed far away from Xie Xuanji. But at this moment, when she heard Xie Xuanji's words, Mu Mingtang couldn't help but look at him.
It was really ironic. Three or four days ago, he was still her fiancé. Now, in front of her father, he was telling her that after marrying his cousin, she had to take good care of him. It would be best if she could get pregnant with his child as soon as possible.
Mu Mingtang originally thought that even if Xie Xuanji didn't have any feelings for her, she had been Jiang Mingwei for so long and had been his fiancée for so long. Even if he met a stranger, after spending three months together, he should have some feelings for her. How could he watch as she became a widow for a living dead, and even be buried with him?
Mu Mingtang gritted her teeth. The most valuable lesson that the chaotic world had taught her was to be shameless. Only those who didn't have to worry about food and clothing were qualified to consider face. Mu Mingtang just wanted to live, she just wanted to live a long and stable life.
She suddenly lifted her skirt and knelt down. She kowtowed to Jiang Honghao and said, "Father, I have today all because of your kindness. You saved me once. Why don't you save me again? If it was someone else, if her father asked her to marry him, she would have married him without hesitation. But Prince Qiyang was not an ordinary person. Everyone knew that he was moody and murderous. When he went crazy, he didn't distinguish between friend and foe. He even hurt himself. It was said that he didn't have any maids by his side now. They were all experts in the army. Even the carefully selected soldiers in the army couldn't control him. How could I protect myself? I was afraid that I wouldn't even be able to get close to him. He would kill me like an ant. I don't want to die. I still want to live to be filial to my parents. Father, please have mercy and save my life! "
After Mu Mingtang finished speaking, she kowtowed deeply and put her forehead on her hands. Jiang Honghao was a little moved. But he immediately thought of the benefits that the Jiang family might get if he gave Mu Mingtang away. That moment of softness immediately froze into an indestructible ice.
Jiang Honghao turned his eyes away. He didn't look at Mu Mingtang. Instead, he sighed and said, "I know you are afraid. But rumors can't be trusted. Those are just rumors spread by idle people. Prince Qiyang is a hero among men. Although he is delirious now and often attacks others, the treatment has begun to take effect recently. After you marry him and take good care of him, he may recover soon. You don't have to think too much. Just prepare for your marriage. "
Perhaps seeing Mu Mingtang raise her head and open her mouth to refute, Jiang Honghao put on a serious face and decisively stopped her. "A monarch doesn't joke. His Majesty is very happy when he knows that the Jiang family is willing to share his burden and that you are willing to marry him to take care of Prince Qiyang. He especially praised me in the morning court today. Now that the imperial edict has been spread all over the court, if you refuse, won't you be disobeying the imperial edict? At that time, not only will you lose your life, but I will also be implicated by you. I didn't raise you to let you repay kindness with enmity. "
Repay kindness with enmity? What an enmity! Mu Mingtang's heart turned cold when she heard this. She didn't want to die. She didn't want to marry a living dead man. Was it her fault? She finally understood that Jiang Honghao was determined to sell her. No matter how she begged or how humble she was, Jiang Honghao wouldn't change his mind.
Prince Qiyang was the former emperor's legitimate son and the current emperor's nephew. The former emperor didn't pass the throne to his son but gave it to his younger brother, which was very suspicious. Prince Qiyang was half dead and his life was hanging by a thread. No matter how one looked at it, the emperor was very suspicious.
Mu Mingtang didn't know whether Prince Qiyang's current condition had anything to do with the emperor or whether the former emperor's passing on the throne was fake. However, the current emperor was guilty and afraid that others would say that he mistreated the former emperor's legitimate son. It was certain.
At this time, Jiang Honghao stood up and said that he was willing to marry his second daughter to Prince Qiyang, which solved the emperor's biggest problem. The emperor didn't give up treating his nephew for many years and even married a wife for his nephew. Even if Prince Qiyang didn't recover in the end, he couldn't blame the emperor.
If the Jiang family made the emperor happy, the emperor would naturally give Jiang Honghao benefits. Jiang Honghao had been the deputy of the three departments for many years. Maybe he could be promoted to the head this time. The emperor got fame, the Jiang family got benefits, Jiang Mingwei got rid of an eyesore substitute, and Xie Xuanji could make the white moonlight happy. Everyone was happy. The only one who had been sacrificed was Mu Mingtang.
Everyone got benefits, and it was a big benefit. Mu Mingtang was just an outsider. Even if Jiang Honghao cried until he was blind, would he give up the benefits for an adopted daughter?
How was it possible? Mu Mingtang herself thought it was impossible.
Mu Mingtang's blood turned cold, and so did her heart. She had been in the Jiang family for a year and a half. Although she was clumsy at first, she tried to please everyone after she adjusted. Mrs. Jiang, Jiang Honghao, Xie Xuanji, and even the maids and old women of the Jiang family, she tried her best to be good to them. She thought that even if the Jiang family couldn't treat her as their own daughter, they would have some feelings for her after being together for more than a year. Even if they raised a dog for a year, they wouldn't be willing to kill it.
But she couldn't even be compared to a dog.
In fact, she didn't have an elegant and gentle temperament. The year she was on the run had already trained her to be shrewish and shrewish, haggling over every penny. But Mrs. Jiang liked it, so she did her best to act. In fact, she didn't like cyan or green. People who were born as commoners liked tacky but festive red and gold.
But Jiang Mingwei liked this kind of high-class color, so Mu Mingtang cut her feet to fit into Jiang Mingwei's body. She didn't dare to say, didn't dare to laugh, and didn't even dare to eat big mouthfuls of food. All of this was just to survive.
Living like a human being, in all aspects, alive and well.
But today, the reality was clearly in front of Mu Mingtang. They had never treated her as one of their own, and they didn't even treat her as a human being. Her only meaning was to be Jiang Mingwei's substitute. Now that Jiang Mingwei was back, she, the fake, should be dealt with. She could be thrown into the Prince Qiyang's residence to squeeze out the last bit of her value.
Jiang Honghao saw Mu Mingtang kneeling on the ground and didn't speak for a long time. In the end, he couldn't bear it. In the end, she was a girl who was like a flower. When Mrs. Jiang brought her back, her face still had some traces of Jiang Mingwei's shadow. Over the years, as she grew up, Mu Mingtang became less and less like Jiang Mingwei. Like her name, there were traces of deep spring, tender and beautiful. If Xiangyang hadn't been destroyed, if she hadn't wandered to the capital, Mu Mingtang would have been raised in a boudoir, carefree, and cherished in the palm of her parents' hands.
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