The Reborn Princess Has Turned Evil

Chapter 244 Laughter in the Capital

The next day, a light snow suddenly began to fall in the middle of the night, and by dawn, the snow had accumulated to a depth of half a finger.

Jing Anle leaned against the purple-gold soft pillow, covered with a newly arrived white fox fur cloak, occasionally flipping through a book of miscellaneous poems. Her fingers were slender, her eyebrows and eyes were lowered, like a painting of a beautiful woman. Afang brought over a bowl of deer antler and shredded chicken porridge, and sighed helplessly, "Princess, you're not well yet, why are you reading again? It's hard on your eyes."

"I'm bored anyway." Jing Anle put down the book. Her complexion had improved a lot, and there was even a faint blush on her fair face.

"Pass me the porridge."

Afang refused, her little face full of stubbornness, "The princess isn't ready yet, I'll feed her." With that, she sat down and placed the spoon to Jing Anle's lips.

By calculation, Afang is a year younger than Jing Anle, but at this moment she is acting like an adult, her cheeks clenched tightly.

"Alright then." Jing Anle had no choice but to open his mouth and let Afang serve him. Just as he finished eating, he heard Mu Ping's footsteps.

“Princess.” Mu Ping’s expression remained calm as always. Jing Anle looked up and saw that Mu Ping still had a few snowflakes stuck in her hair, which made it clear that she had just returned from outside the palace.

"Afang, go and get Muping a clean pair of shoes."

After saying that, Afang and Muping looked down and realized that Muping's shoes were already soaked.

“No need…” Mu Ping hadn’t finished speaking when A Fang had already stood up.

Mu Ping was moved. The girl in front of her vaguely resembled the woman in her memory. She was momentarily lost in thought.

"Mu Ping, what's wrong?" Jing Anle pulled the blanket down; the charcoal fire was just too hot.

Mu Ping shook her head and smiled to herself, "It's nothing."

"But today, everyone in the capital is talking about a big event."

Jing Anle didn't seem surprised. He simply picked up the miscellaneous poems that were lying to the side, leaned back casually, and said indifferently, "Tell me about it?"

"The third young lady of the Pingchang Marquis's mansion, Murong Ruoyan, accidentally fell and hit her head last night, and died from her injuries." Mu Ping spoke calmly, only quietly looking at Jing Anle's face.

To everyone's surprise, Jing Anle didn't even lift her eyelids, continuing to flip through the book, "And then?"

"It's being said throughout the capital that the concubine of the Marquis of Pingchang had just entered the household yesterday. Before the joyous occasion could even end, another tragedy has occurred. Everyone is saying that the Marquis of Pingchang has taken in a jinx who brings misfortune to her husband's family. Now, the Marquis's wife is so shocked that she has fallen seriously ill and fainted. The Marquis's household is in complete chaos."

After Mu Ping finished speaking, Jing Anle raised her head, a slight smile playing on her lips, as if asking a question while also pondering, "Has Jing Rong become a jinx?"

"Exactly, her life will probably be even harder from now on."

There was a moment of cold silence in the air, when Jing Anle said quietly, "It's all her own fault. If she hadn't harmed me that day, she wouldn't be suffering the consequences today."

Mu Ping was surprised by Jing Anle's composure, and then she recalled Jing Anle's instructions that night. Suddenly, as if she understood something, she said, "Everything is within the princess's expectations?"

Jing Anle simply smiled, which was taken as tacit agreement.

“Murong Peifeng is the last surviving member of the Qi Kingdom, and such a secret must never be known to anyone. So all we need to do is have Can’er find a reason to inform Murong Ruoyan when Murong Peifeng and Jing Rou are having their secret rendezvous. In this way, Murong Ruoyan will learn of this huge secret, and she will have no choice but to die,” Mu Ping analyzed.

"But what good would it do us if Murong Ruoyan died?"

Jing Anle slightly raised her eyes, the image of Murong Ruoyan helping Murong Peifeng deceive her in her past life flashing through her mind, which was extremely disgusting.

"Her death is no loss."

Those few words were chillingly cold. Although Mu Ping didn't know what the hidden story was, she didn't ask any further questions. Instead, she asked, "What should we do next?"