Quick Transmigration: Help! What to do when my husband is obsessed with love?

Chapter 351 Princess Rouan 1

"Your Highness."

A personal maid handed over a snow-white handkerchief. Ling Yi slowly wiped the blood off her hands and looked down at the two corpses lying on the ground.

The man was handsome and gentle, and the linen clothes he wore were of great style and were several times more precious than the finest Shu brocade, yet they did not harm the skin when worn close to the body.

The woman wore a light-colored silk dress, and her exquisite face, even without any color in it, still captivated the heart.

At this moment, the two corpses lay intertwined, like a pair of lovebirds bound by life and death, while Ling Yi was the great villain who caused the lovebirds to perish.

But so what?

If it wasn't those two scoundrels who died, then it was her.

The original owner of this world was Princess Rou'an, the youngest daughter of Emperor Tianwu. She was pampered from a young age, and after she came of age, the best man in the world, the eldest son of the royal family, was found to be her husband.

Her half-brother was the crown prince, her nephew, whom she had grown up with, was the eldest grandson of the emperor, and she married one of the most outstanding men in the land. She should have had the best fate in the world.

But her father will die next year, her brother will die two years later, and her nephew will also die a year after ascending the throne.

The successive deaths of three monarchs were like a slap in the face from heaven to the newly established court, plunging it into a situation of power struggles among ministers and a young emperor with strong ministers.

Her grandnephew, who had just turned one year old, died mysteriously in the palace less than three days after ascending the throne, and the court officials selected a three-year-old child from a collateral branch to succeed him.

The person on the dragon throne not only lost power, but also became distant from her, immediately putting this former jewel of the empire in an awkward position.

At this time, the princess, who had lost several parents, was shocked to discover that her husband, who had been so considerate to her for years, had taken a mistress outside the marriage, and that the mistress had been with him even before they were married.

While the man was taking advantage of the power her father had given him and treating her with kindness and affection, he was also having affairs with other women behind her back.

Even the fact that she has not given birth to a son all these years is due to the agreement between that man and his mistress. He made a lifelong promise with a young woman to make her child the heir.

So who is she?

Did Wang Ying treat her, a princess, like a puppet on a rope, taking whatever she wanted?

He had such a grand dream!

As Rouan planned to escape from the Wang family and expose the news to the world, thus damaging the Wang family's political reputation, the Wang family's spies planted by her side discovered her actions first.

Rou'an was betrayed by her maid and captured before leaving the royal family. All three hundred of her guards were killed, and she herself became a victim of the royal family's family law. She was secretly beaten to death in front of the ancestral hall, and it was lied that she had died of illness.

With emperors dying one after another, this princess, now powerless, was naturally disregarded by others and easily swept away like a handful of dust.

Rou'an's vengeful spirit lingered above the Wang family after her death.

She watched her former husband rebel against his family for another woman, watched them spend their lives together, watched their Wang family usurp her Ling family's throne, and watched their children ascend the throne and write biographies for their parents.

She was not only physically eliminated by the Wang family, but even the traces of her life were erased from history books.

There will never again be a beloved daughter of Emperor Tianwu, nor a life of hardship and unyielding devotion like that of Princess Rou'an; only the life of that despicable couple who loved each other dearly will remain.

How could she possibly accept that?

When Lingyi came into this world, she received only two wishes:

First, kill Wang Yingqiannu and that despicable couple.

Secondly, eliminate the Wang family, safeguard the imperial court, and continue the Ling family's lineage!

The aristocratic families are now beginning to take shape, and eliminating the Wang family is not something that can be accomplished overnight.

But the former is different. As the most beloved princess of Emperor Tianwu, does she need a reason to kill a nobleman who dared to cuckold her before marriage?

Ling Yi, her shoes adorned with pearls, stepped over the pool of blood and over the priceless hempen clothes worn by the Wang family, and walked outside.

At this moment, the house was surrounded by the manor's retainers.

The royal family's retainers were locked in a tense standoff with Ling Yi's guards, as if they were about to clash at any moment.

These retainers, raised by powerful families, only knew their masters and not the imperial power. This is quite normal in today's dual monarchical system.

Scholars may pledge allegiance to the emperor, but ultimately their backsides are on the lap of luxury of the patrons who recommended them, and no one sees this as wrong, not even the royal family, which tries its best to eliminate such a threat.

But in Ling Yi's eyes, this was simply outrageous.

After the most severe centralization, how could she tolerate the ridiculous thing that my vassal's vassal was not my vassal?

Ling Yi's cold, clear eyes swept over the servants who were willing to die for their master, and finally she looked at the person at the front of the crowd, her smile cold.

"The royal family's retainers only know the royal family and not the emperor?"

There are some things that everyone knows, but no one dares to say them out loud.

Before several emperors died in succession, and before one emperor was beheaded in the street, the emperor was still considered sacred.

It is not only the highest power, but also a blessing from heaven upon mankind, and is inviolable.

Of course, this inviolability disappeared when everyone witnessed that even emperors could die and bleed.

But now, who dares to publicly defy imperial authority?

Even if the one exercising this imperial power was only the emperor's daughter.

"I wouldn't dare," the leader finally spoke.

The man standing before others was as dignified and refined as a bamboo grove, his long robes and wide sleeves making him appear like a banished immortal. Yet, even so, it could not change the fact that he was merely the leader of these detachments.

Nowadays, aristocratic families have many offspring, but only the direct descendants can obtain power, while the other illegitimate children must choose a master to serve before they come of age.

Although they were born to the same father, the difference in status between the legitimate son and the illegitimate son was like an insurmountable chasm.

The illegitimate son in front of us is considered quite lucky, as he is able to work alongside the current head of the clan and the future patriarch. Who knows, he might become a powerful figure in the Wang family in the future.

But this luck came to an abrupt end the moment Ling Yi killed Wang Ying.

The new crown prince has his own faction and will not make good use of other people's subordinates. Now he is a discarded son of the royal family and has no chance of getting involved in power again.

Even so, this person was still able to remain so calm, which shows he has a certain composure.

Ling Yi walked down the steps one by one, her clothes leaving long trails of blood behind her, which stung the Wang family's troops.

Without orders, they dared not take another step.

Ling Yi walked up to the handsome man and waved to him: "Lower your head."

Upon hearing this, the man silently knelt at Ling Yi's feet, only his jade crown facing her.

Ling Yi extended her slender, pale fingers and gently lifted his chin.

A trace of blood, still wet between her fingers, smeared onto the man's cheek, adding a touch of allure to his cool demeanor.

"What's your name?" she asked softly, sizing up his handsome face.

The man lowered his eyelids slightly, not wanting to offend the venerable one, and respectfully said, "Wang Suizhi."