What?
The audience was shocked once again. Twenty-six years ago, Dongfang Wanqing actually had an affair with the Sacred Maiden Tribe's Patriarch, Yuan Ming?
Jun Xiqing's expression changed as well. This was really a story within a story.
Dongfang Wanqing's face quickly paled, and she looked at Murong Jiancheng in pain. Murong Jiancheng and the Holy Lady Tribe's most outstanding High Priestess, Yuan Ming, had been equally famous. As a Holy Lady, Dongfang Wanqing was Murong Jiancheng's childhood sweetheart. Murong Jiancheng respected her, cherished her, and doted on her. He had long regarded her as his wife.
Her life was supposed to be beautiful, but she was smashed into pieces by him.
Because she had been bewitched by Yuan Ming.
She wandered back and forth between Murong Jiancheng and Yuan Ming.
One day, under the moonlight, Murong Jiancheng saw her and Yuan Ming hugging and kissing each other.
After experiencing the double betrayal of his brother and fiancée, Murong Jiancheng was depressed for a period of time.
Very quickly, Bei Yuewu appeared.
Bei Yuewu's appearance instantly caused Yuan Ming to go crazy.
Yuan Ming had abandoned her to pursue Bei Yuewu.
It was also at that moment that she saw Yuan Ming's true colors. When she turned around to look for Murong Jiancheng, Bei Yuewu was already by his side.
Murong Jiancheng looked at Dongfang Wanqing. "I didn't mention anything about what happened back then because of your reputation. I don't want to talk about it now either. Just take it that I've let you down. But this has nothing to do with Bei Yuewu. She doesn't owe you anything."
"When I was at my lowest, she stayed by my side and tried her best to make me laugh."
Murong Jiancheng's eyes softened at the thought of the past.
The whole audience burst into an uproar. Everyone understood that it was Dongfang Wanqing who had played a flirtatious game between the two men. She had played a good hand and ended up like this.
After so many years, Dongfang Wanqing finally understood how good Murong Jiancheng was. She wanted to turn back, but Murong Jiancheng was no longer there.
Dongfang Wanqing was stunned. All these years, he had never revealed her relationship with Yuan Ming. But now, for the sake of Bei Yuewu's reputation, he had revealed it without hesitation and pushed her to the forefront.
She had always thought that Murong Jiancheng loved her.
Bei Yuewu was just a substitute.
She had seen with her own eyes how Bei Yuewu circled around him every day, her eyes filled with love and seduction.
So what if she was a siren of a generation who had charmed many men? Didn't she still have to carefully gain a man's favor?
In the past, Murong Jiancheng would rush to the Sacred Maiden Tribe from the Imperial Palace overnight, only to see her once and give her the most precious pearls and gems.
In the past, he treated her like a pearl and a jade.
But towards Bei Yuewu, even during the first three months of their marriage, Bei Yuewu was the one who took care of him.
She had thought that he was just feeling a sense of duty. After all, Bei Yuewu was his wife, and that was why he was so protective of her.
However, it seemed that this was not the case at all.
Murong Jiancheng let go of Dongfang Wanqing and ordered, "Hurry up and call the Imperial Physician."
"Yes, Monarch."
Very quickly, the imperial physician rushed over and put down the first-aid kit in his hands. "Aunt Dongfang, let me take your pulse."
Dongfang Wanqing had given up. Murong Jiancheng would never sleep with her, even if he had not slept with a woman for 26 years.
She needed the antidote.
There was a malicious glint in Dongfang Wanqing's eyes. This antidote definitely had something to do with Bei Yuewu. If she were to harm herself and become disabled, Bei Yuewu's reputation would be tarnished.
She would not let Bei Yuewu have it easy.
If Bei Yuewu had not appeared, Murong Jiancheng and even Yuan Ming would still be in love with her like before.
Dongfang Wanqing suddenly felt much better as she thought about this.
The imperial physician took her pulse and asked curiously, "Aunt Dongfang, your pulse is very calm. There's no sign of Chinese medicine at all. Are you sure you're not mistaken?"
His words caused a ripple in everyone's hearts.
Dongfang Wanqing looked at the imperial physician in disbelief. "What did you say? I'm clearly suffering from Chinese medicine. Did someone send you here to frame me? "
The imperial physician was sweating profusely. "Aunt Dongfang, you really didn't take any Chinese medicine. Look at your hand, it's so cold."
Dongfang Wanqing was shocked. She realized that her body temperature had subconsciously dropped.
Oh no!
This was a trap within a trap!
"Aunt Dongfang." At this moment, a melodious voice rang out. Jun Xiqing took a step forward. "What exactly is going on? Can you explain it to me?"
"I …"
Jun Xiqing didn't give Dongfang Wanqing a chance to speak. Her eyes flashed with a sharp glint. "Just now, you were distorting the truth. What a good trick. You've directly put all the blame on Madam Bei."
"Let me think about it. If this antidote is real, then Matriarch Bei drugged Aunt Dongfang and her reputation will be ruined. If you threatened King Murong with your death just now, and he gave in to you, you would have succeeded in climbing into his bed. What a good plan to kill two birds with one stone."
"I didn't!" Dongfang Wanqing denied agitatedly.
Jun Xiqing didn't even look at Dongfang Wanqing. Her light blue dress swept across the woolen carpet and she looked at the bodyguard sternly. "Your master has already fallen. Are you still not going to confess?" Dongfang Wanqing's expression turned cold.
The bodyguard quickly knelt down, trembling in fear. "I don't know anything. I really don't know anything. It was Aunt Dongfang who gave me money to cooperate with her. Please spare me."
Oh god, the entire place was in chaos.
Dongfang Wanqing had no idea what was going on. What the hell was going on?
Jun Xiqing looked at Lu Yeming. "President Lu, this Aunt Dongfang is full of tricks. She's good at bewitching people. She drugged herself with fake medicine and put on a show herself. She's playing us like monkeys. I suggest we detain her first and interrogate her slowly."
Lu Yeming nodded and said in a low voice, "Miss Jun, what you said makes sense. Fan Men, detain her first."
"Yes."
Fan Men quickly took Dongfang Wanqing away.
…
The show was over, and everyone dispersed with a lingering desire.
Jun Xiqing supported Bei Yuewu and sent her back to her room. "Auntie, you won't be angry that I didn't tell you the entire plan today, right?"
Bei Yuewu tapped Jun Xiqing's forehead. "You … you've played a game of chess this time and we're all your chess pieces. You're not playing with schemes this time, you're playing with the human heart."
At this moment, they passed by a room and a pleasant female voice rang out. "Your Majesty, you must have been very tired just now, right?"
Bei Yuewu stopped in her tracks and looked into the room. Murong Jiancheng was standing tall by the bed and Elle was standing in front of him, helping him take off his black coat.
Elle was in her thirties, with long wavy hair and red lips. She wore a tight black dress and had a sexy figure. She had the charm of a mature woman.
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