The Reborn Girl Wants to Kill Me

Chapter 188 I am the 1st ring of their play

Now that Tang Zhenzhen has left the palace, wouldn't it be more convenient for Wei Qingshu to send her love and warmth?

Ji Yan's fireworks gave 300 points to Wei Qingshu's cousin Lin Xiang, who awakened her memories from her previous life.

In his previous life, Wei Qingshu tortured someone to death by slow slicing. In this life, it’s not too much to let Lin Xiang take revenge with her own hands, right?

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In the Duke of Huguo's mansion, Lin Xiang was talking with the Duke's wife when a servant came in to report that the prince had gone to the mountain again. The Duke's wife angrily threw the teacup in her hand.

"Tell me, how many times has that man been here since he left the palace? Not only has he never been home, but he's been obsessed with romance all day. I didn't give birth to a son, I gave birth to an enemy!"

Lin Xiang smiled and said nothing.

The wife of the Duke of Huguo took her hand and patted it: "Aunt still likes you more. You are well-behaved and sensible. Since you came, you come to talk to me every day. These boring days are passing quickly."

Lin Xiang lived in the Duke of Protector's Mansion. She was satisfied with just having a shelter and did not dare to ask for anything more.

Although her aunt always said that she would let her cousin raise her as his concubine after he got married, Lin Xiang never dared to think about it.

She is self-aware.

The person my cousin likes is the moon in the sky, and she is the mud on the ground. She only hopes that the person will not take her seriously after entering the mansion and will not make things difficult for her. She dare not think more.

What's more, she doesn't like her cousin.

Lin Xiang: "Aunt, my cousin really likes me. Why do you always have to argue with him and hurt the relationship between mother and son?"

The wife of the Duke of Huguo shook her head: "If he likes someone else, even if her family background is lower, I will accept it, but why did that person leave the palace... Anyway, she is not suitable."

Lin Xiang chatted for a while, then she felt dizzy and left and returned to her own yard.

"Miss, what's wrong with you?"

The maid Xiao He felt her forehead and said, "You don't have a fever. I'll go call the doctor."

"No need."

Lin Xiang's face was pale. "Maybe I stayed up too late embroidering the handkerchief for my aunt last night. I just need to take a break."

She slept with a frown on her face until she woke up in the middle of the night with a scream of pain.

His body was drenched in sweat, and he looked like he had just been pulled out of a bathtub.

Xiao He ran in.

"Miss, what's wrong?"

Lin Xiang acted as if she didn't hear anything. She just held her head and screamed, her face covered in tears and she kept shaking.

"Miss, Miss...are you in a nightmare? Miss, Miss, wake up, it's okay, it's okay."

"Xiao, Xiao He?"

"I am here, miss, don't be afraid, I am here."

Lin Xiang gradually calmed down, but the painful expression on her face did not diminish.

It hurts, it really hurts...

She watched with her own eyes as her flesh was cut off piece by piece, unable to live or die, and she suffered in agony for a whole day and night before she died.

She's really in pain...

Lin Xiang half-closed his eyes, with crazy hatred in his eyes.

She didn't understand. She just wanted to live a stable life. Is it that difficult?

Why should she be involved in the matter between Wei Qingshu and the third princess?

Everyone thought that she was the one who drugged Wei Qingshu. She was so shameless and willing to be humiliated that even her aunt was disappointed in her and no longer cared about her.

But that cup of tea was clearly prepared by Wei Qingshu's people, and the person who prepared the Chinese medicine was also her!

She hates it!Hate it!

Wei Qingshu ruined her life and tortured her to death. She would never let him go, never!

Lin Xiang stayed awake in the second half of the night until dawn. She sorted out her thoughts and found that the development of things was different from that in her previous life. The beloved third princess was forced to go to the temple to pray for blessings because she had ruined her mother. Wei Qingshu went to the temple every day, which caused dissatisfaction from the wife of the Duke of Huguo.

Although she was a little nervous about the turn of events, Lin Xiang curled her lips, thinking that this was a good thing. As long as the couple could not have a good life, it would be a good thing for her!

Lin Xiang did not sleep again. Not only did she not feel tired, but she was also very excited. She packed up the handkerchief she had embroidered for Lady Lin, the wife of the Duke of Huguo, two days ago and took Xiao He to the main courtyard.

Wei Qingshu had returned early this morning and was staying with Lin, talking to her.

Seeing this, Lin Xiang quickly lowered her head, afraid that they would see the hatred in her eyes.

"Xiang'er, come and sit here."

Lin smiled and waved to her.

Her son came back today and she was obviously in a much better mood.

Lin Xiang sat over and felt Wei Qingshu's gaze, and suddenly felt sick to her stomach.

Wei Qingshu just thought she was shy and looked away in boredom.

All the women in this world are so old-fashioned and boring, and cannot compare to his Zhenzhen in any way.

That night, Wei Qingshu left the house again.

Lin Xiang was ready to rest, but when she heard that Lin had fainted from anger, she hurried over.

When we arrived, Mrs. Lin had already woken up. She was wiping her tears with a handkerchief, and kept saying that her children were all debts.

Lin Xiang's eyes flashed, and she tried to persuade her a few times, but the more she persuaded, the angrier Lin became. Finally, she ordered someone to go to the temple immediately to bring Wei Qingshu back.

The Duke of Protectorate was in the court and was obviously aware of the emperor's attitude towards the third princess. Seeing that his son did not repent and instead said with confidence that he would not marry anyone but the third princess, he was so angry that he whipped him several times.

Wei Qingshu was injured and locked up. Although Lin said harsh words, Lin Xiang could always see her wiping away tears.

"Aunt, please don't be sad. It makes Xiang'er feel bad when she sees you like this."

Lin Xiang bit her lip. "There's no such thing as an overnight grudge between a mother and a son. We're just both angry. Talk to your cousin nicely, he'll listen."

Lin raised her voice: "Should I go and talk to him nicely? I've talked him to death, but he still hasn't listened!"

After saying that, he looked at Lin Xiang who looked anxious and suddenly stopped talking.

A young woman, even with a slightly frowned brow and without makeup, still has bright eyes, white teeth and is charming.

Lin grabbed her hand with a gleam in her eyes.

"Xiang'er, can you help your aunt and persuade your cousin? You are of similar age, and he will always listen to what you say."

Lin Xiang was surprised: "Me?"

She shook her head repeatedly: "No, no, aunt, my cousin won't listen to me."

"He will!"

Lin's tone became more serious. "Xiang'er, ever since your parents passed away, your aunt has taken care of you like her own daughter. You will be willing to help your aunt, right?"

moment.

Lin Xiang took the maidservant beside Lin and walked towards Wei Qingshu's yard.

The head maid was holding the freshly cooked soup in her hand.

After Lin Xiang entered the room and watched Wei Qingshu drink the pigeon soup, the maid closed the door with satisfaction and ordered the servants in the courtyard: "Madam has ordered that no one is allowed to enter if there is any movement inside."

Then go back and report to Lin.

Lin Xiang was pressed on the bed, looking at Wei Qingshu, whose eyes were red and he had lost his mind, and shouted: "Let me go! Cousin! I'm Lin Xiang! Help! Someone, come quickly!"

There was no movement outside the door.

Even though she had expected it, Lin Xiang still felt disappointed.

She hooked her arms around Wei Qingshu's neck and called him "cousin" tremblingly. With each call, Wei Qingshu's movements became more and more rough.