MTL - Rebirth of the High Gate Mistress

Autumn has just entered, and the summer heat in the capital has not completely faded away. In northern Xinjiang, the north wind is blowing, and the grass is bleak.

Wang Han was dressed in prison uniform and was being escorted by a group of officials. His wife died just after leaving the capital. After traveling for more than half a month, Wang Han was tortured until she only had half her life left.

There was an unknown small city ahead. The officers escorted Wang Han into the city and entered an official post. A soldier came out and raised his hand to hold Wang Han's head and took a look. Then he told the soldiers: "Take the lead." He’s going to have a good meal.”

Over the past half month, Wang Han has become emaciated due to hunger. When he heard that he had enough food, a glimmer of light suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he said gratefully to the soldiers: "Thank you, sir."

　　It was said to be a full meal, but in fact it was just a plate of steamed buns and a bowl of cold water. Even such coarse food was regarded as delicacies in Wang Han's eyes at this moment.

He wolfed down all the coarse food in front of him, his stomach was full, and he suddenly felt strong. It was getting late, and Wang Han thought he could be taken down to rest. Unexpectedly, the man who looked like a soldier said, "Let's go, someone wants to see you."

 “Who wants to see me?” Wang Han asked doubtfully.

 “An old friend of yours.” The soldier pointed to the tableware in front of Wang Han that had just been filled with food, and said with a sneer: “The full meal you just had was the grace of this old friend of Hanlin.”

The soldiers deliberately spelled out the word "Hanlin" clearly, showing sarcasm in their words.

The once glorious Tanhualang is now a miserable bereaved dog. How can Wang Han have any dignity? After hearing the sarcasm of the soldiers, he not only did not dare to show anger at all, but instead flattered and said with a smile: "Dare you ask the officer? What's the name of this old friend? I don't remember any old friends in this small border town."

Seeing that Wang Han was talking too much, the soldier replied impatiently: "You will know when you see him. Why are you asking so many questions?"

Wang Han immediately shut his mouth after hearing this and followed the soldiers to meet the people obediently.

The soldiers took Wang Han out of the cell and walked for a long way. They stopped in front of the most spacious house with green bricks and blue tiles in the post house. The soldiers handed Wang Han to the guard guarding the door. After reading the card, the guard took Wang Han and took him into the house.

Before he was brought here, Wang Han had always had an ominous premonition in his heart. After entering the house and meeting the real owner, he screamed in surprise, his knees weakened, and he kneeled on the ground subconsciously.

The person who wanted to see him was none other than the Marquis of Zhenbei, Li Ping.

When Li Ping saw Wang Han, he pulled out a dagger from his waist with an expressionless face. When he pulled out the blade neatly, the cold light made Wang Han's pupils shrink. He couldn't care about anything else anymore and kowtowed as if he was pounding garlic. A common voice begged for mercy: "Li Hou, please spare your life, Li Hou, please spare your life."

Li Ping leaned down, raised his hand to hold Wang Han's head, and said coldly: "You took great pains to marry Meier, but you made her suffer so much. Wang Han, you deserve to be cut into pieces."

After that, Li Ping conveniently chopped off one of Wang Han's fingers with his knife. Wang Han screamed in pain and couldn't help but cursed: "Li Ping, you are relying on your own relatives and relatives." His identity framed me, and you will have to get retribution sooner or later."

"When death is imminent, I want you to be a wise man." Li Ping grabbed Wang Han's collar and said coldly: "The outer room where you secretly kept you outside with your eyebrows behind your back was also killed by me personally. .”

Wang Han held his **** hand and asked tremblingly: "Where is my daughter? Li Ping, for the sake of a woman, you won't be so crazy that you won't even let a baby go, right?"

Li Ping said calmly: "You concealed your misfortune with that bitch, and you still have the nerve to ask?" "What did you do to my daughter?" Wang Han asked.

Li Pingping said expressionlessly: "I sent her to the Ji Pavilion. Her mother is a Ji girl. What qualifications does that villain have to be a good person?"

Wang Han heard this and cursed angrily: "Li Ping, you are simply a devil."

"Wang Han, you wantonly insult Mei'er while trying to save face from the Cai family. The Cai family and Mei'er are easy to bully. I, Li Ping, am not someone to be trifled with. If you take Mei'er away, if you treat her harshly, I won't. It’s hard for you, but your duplicity has made Mei’er suffer for so many years. This debt, even with your entire Wang family, can’t explain the anger in my heart.”

After that, the sharp blade in Li Ping's hand slipped, and Wang Han's whole hand was chopped off. Wang Han was rolling on the ground in pain. He only regretted that he had just eaten a full meal and regained his energy. Although the pain was unstoppable, he could not stop it. He couldn't die immediately.

When the guards were ordered to enter the house, they saw that the person who had just entered had been tortured to death. Li Ping looked at Wang Han's body coldly and ordered to the guards: "Throw it to the barren mountains to feed wild dogs, and tell the officials, then Said this man died of illness on the way."

 Beijing City, on the outskirts of Zhuangzi.

Cai Yimei was bored in the room reading a book. Cai'er entered the room excitedly and thrust a page of paper into her lady's hand with a smile. Cai Yimei wondered: "What is this?"

“Miss, you’ll know after you see it yourself,” Cai’er said.

 Cai Yimei opened the paper and saw that it was the letter of He Li written by Wang Han himself. She asked in disbelief: "Didn't he always refuse to give me the letter of He Li? Why did he suddenly agree again?"

Wang Han was a very despicable person. Although he no longer cared about Cai Yimei, he kept dragging her to reconcile. Even after the Wang family was convicted and Cai Lun personally begged him for his daughter, he still refused to reconcile with Cai Yimei. .

Cai'er said angrily: "Wang Han bullied our Cai family because we are from a scholarly family and can't do anything extraordinary, so he wanted to drag you with me. Little did he know that besides the Cai family, there are people behind me who are supporting me."

As she spoke, she came closer to Cai Yimei and said with a proud look on her face: "This and Li Shu were sent by Sui Feng from Li Hou's side."

Cai Yimei suddenly understood, and sighed: "I already owe him a lot, and now I can't even pay him back."

Hearing this, Cai'er pursed her lips and replied: "Li Hou has been thinking about the young lady in his heart. If the young lady really wants to repay Li Hou, why not fulfill Li Hou's wish and marry him as his wife."

Hearing this, Cai Yimei hurriedly replied: "Don't say this nonsense. How can I be worthy of him as a divorced wife? I don't want him to lose his reputation because of me."

“Marquis Li is willing to do so, why do you think so, miss?” Cai’er defended.

"That's all, don't mention this matter again." Cai Yimei waved her hands and said: "Now that I can make peace with Wang Han, regain my freedom, and return to my parents' home to reunite with my parents in peace, I am content. "

As she spoke, she sighed and said: "I was heartbroken after marrying this time and suffered enough. From now on, I just want to stay with my parents. I will never marry again."