The Reborn Princess Has Turned Evil

Chapter 281 Avenging You

The Marquis of Xinyang's Residence.

The snow finally stopped in the capital, and it was a rare sunny day.

Fang Ling looked at the brown memorial tablet and burst into tears. It read: "The Spirit Tablet of My Beloved Son, Fang Xianda".

Since Fang Xianda's death, Fang Ling has set up a memorial tablet at home, and whenever she has time, she will come over to offer incense to Fang Xianda.

“My lord.” The voice of Fang Ling’s subordinate, Zhou Wei, rang out from outside the door.

Fang Ling knew that since everyone had come here to look for him, something serious must have happened. He wiped away his tears with a handkerchief, cleared his throat, and said, "Come in."

"What happened?" Fang Ling stood with his hands behind his back, trying not to let anyone see his distress.

Zhou Wei respectfully said, "We discovered today that someone is following and investigating Jingbingwei."

In the past, the late emperor trained a group of elite soldiers to consolidate his rule, but after the late emperor passed away, these elite soldiers mysteriously disappeared. No one would have thought that these elite soldiers were personally given to Prince Qing by the late emperor, but he was not allowed to announce it to the world.

"Hmm?" Fang Ling's brows furrowed, his mind racing as he guessed, "Is it His Majesty's man? After all, he's been searching for him for so many years."

Fang Ling sighed inwardly. The imperial family's schemes were truly unfathomable. Both were their own sons, one openly passing the throne to the emperor, the other secretly sending elite troops.

"According to my subordinates' investigation, these people were unfamiliar, and they didn't even look like people from Jing Kingdom," Zhou Wei recalled.

"You say they're foreigners? What makes you say that?"

Zhou Wei took out a money pouch from his pocket and handed it to Fang Ling, saying, "Please take a look, sir."

Fang Ling took the money bag and examined it carefully. Then she heard Zhou Wei continue, "This money bag is not made of cloth, but of fine calfskin, and it is also printed with totems. Only people from the grasslands would do this."

As soon as Zhou Wei finished speaking, Fang Ling realized something and blurted out, "Yelü Yuanxiu? Could it be that he has already discovered that the assassin that day was sent by the Prince? That's impossible."

"Did the elite guards leave anything behind when they chased Yelü Yuanxiu that day?"

Zhou Wei had no answer. He hadn't gone that day, and he was more concerned about what to do next. "Sir, our people already know about their actions. Should we..." Zhou Wei made a chopping motion as he spoke.

"No need!" Fang Ling waved his hand, his eyes filled with hatred as he looked at Fang Xianda's memorial tablet.

"But if we don't stop it, wouldn't that be a huge mistake?" Zhou Wei was a little anxious, after all, if Prince Qing, that living devil, found out, it would be a dead end!

Fang Ling turned around, looked into Zhou Wei's eyes, and asked in a deep voice, "Zhou Wei, whose side are you on?"

Zhou Wei was puzzled for a moment, but still answered truthfully, "Naturally, he is the master's man."

"How have I treated you all this time?"

"My lord has nurtured me with great care, providing both financial and physical support. I will be eternally grateful and swear to serve you faithfully to the death."

"Very good." Fang Ling nodded in satisfaction, feeling that his kindness towards him had not been in vain.

"My son could have been saved. If it weren't for Prince Qing saying he could help me save my son, I wouldn't have been so unprepared. He's the one who killed my son!" Losing a son in old age, the pain of a white-haired person sending off a black-haired person, is something that no ordinary person can understand. Fang Ling's hatred burst forth.

“My lord…” Zhou Wei was a rough and uncouth man, and he didn’t know how to speak softly, but he also had a wife and children. He could understand Fang Ling’s feelings, and besides, Fang Ling was his benefactor. So he straightened his neck and said, “Your subordinate is willing to follow you, my lord, and will obey your arrangements in everything!”

Fang Ling turned to look at Fang Xianda's memorial tablet, his eyes slightly moist. At this moment, he was not a high-ranking minister, but a father who had lost his beloved son. "Da'er, don't worry, your father will definitely avenge you."