Forty years of the apocalypse.

The vermilion tiles of the palace represent the high status of the owner of the residence. But such a palatial palace also has its own filth.

In the northwest courtyard of the Prince's Mansion, there is a place with a tent door, which is the darkest place in the entire Prince's Mansion. It is in this room, known as the "firewood room", that filth can be seen everywhere.

Inside, there was a beggar's tattered clothes sitting upright, but her words and deeds made people unable to take their eyes off.

Speaking of which, many people won't believe it. She is the crown princess who died violently two years ago: Leng Huaping.

"Mei Lang, Mei Lang—"

Leng Huaping sat on the bench, his fingers seemed to be pinching a needle, floating up and down, as if he was embroidering a delicate pattern for someone, and his mouth was still chanting strange names from time to time.

"Squeak-"

The door was opened. A noble woman dressed in heavy makeup stood outside the door of the firewood room here, holding a handkerchief to cover her nose and mouth, and did not dare to approach the firewood room at all.

The delicate makeup made her face more and more rosy. And the cold painting screen that was locked in the firewood room was full of stench, and his hair was messy, how could he have the fine hair of the nobleman at the door. The dirt in the nails is not as bright red and gorgeous as that of a nobleman.

As soon as the two people compared, they knew at a glance that it was the difference between cloud and mud.

"Once a son of heaven and a courtier, sister. It's time for you to retire. ”

Leng Huaping listened to the nobleman's words, stopped what he was doing, and asked quietly: "Leng Yuping, I only ask you: Who is my Mei Lang?" ”

is as arrogant as a cold painting screen, even if she asks someone, she can't even bring a look to her sister Leng Yuping.

"Haha." This noble man named Leng Yuping didn't know which word made her laugh mercilessly, "Leng Huaping, it seems that you are not very stupid, aren't you?" It's a pity to know that your Mei Lang is not His Royal Highness the Crown Prince! Your Mei Lang, but you killed it with your own hands! ”

"Impossible! You lied to me......" Leng Huaping's godless eyes couldn't believe Leng Yuping's words.

A sad tone came from her mouth, as if she had lost the idea of living.

"I'm not the only one who lied to you. But before you die, I want to tell you some truths. Leng Yuping stood at the door, the moonlight illuminating her back, but her face was dark and uncertain.

"Do you know how the second brother died?" Leng Yuping covered his nose with a handkerchief.

"The Prime Minister's Mansion is full of beheadings, and the second brother is also among them." The cold painting screen rests on the lap with both hands clenched.

"You are wrong, the second brother was also killed by your own hands. Oh, by the way, the Prime Minister's Mansion is full of beheadings because of you! Because your ability is so outstanding, our husband is a little scared. In order to break the family name Leng on this day, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince personally settled the crime. Leng Yuping said with a smile, as if the people in the Prime Minister's Mansion were not her relatives at all.

"What do you mean?" Leng Huaping's gloomy gaze looked at Leng Yuping.

Leng Yuping secretly annoyed that he had successfully topped Leng Huaping and became the crown princess, how could he still be afraid of Leng Huaping's eyes!

"The 'Mr. Ghost' next to the Eighth Prince is the second brother!" Leng Yuping doesn't have so much time to talk about Leng Huaping.

Leng Huaping's heart was depressed, and a mouthful of black blood spit out.

Leng Huaping covered his bleeding mouth and said, "You poisoned me!" "It's still such a little trick."