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Chapter 88 - New path

"S*it"

She worked so hard for Zhao Song but now that cheap b*tch Gu Yuxie snatched it all away!

Wang Fangyi punched the pillow in front of her.

All the things she done until now, were like a joke!

" What is the use of gaining support to Zhao Song if the woman by his is not me?"

She thought gritting her teeth.

Remembering how all her plans were all destroyed with a simple decree fro the Empress, Wang Fangyi's anger erupted again.

"S*it, S*it, S*it, S*it, S*it"

She vented all her anger in the pillow at her bed as tears of anger left traces on her cheek.

Will she die again? Is her family destined to have the nine generations killed again?

No!

She doesn't accept this end!

Her rebirth must have a propose and certainly is not repeating her tragic end again.

She dried the tears in her face.

What are the use of these? She thought staring at the fragile tear in her finger. They won't make Zhao Song her husband or give her the title of the Empress, so they have no use for her.

She took a deep breath and tried to think on some way out of this situation.

"The obvious way is to kill that wench. However, because of her status, her death is bound to be investigated throughly and I don't have enough confidence to kill without leaving evidences"

"The second option would be Zhao Song's concubine but just the thought of having to submit myself temporarily to Gu Yuxie disgusts me"

"I could also ally myself to another prince. Unfortunately, although His Majesty has many sons only two are worth mentioning, since one is out then it only leaves me the other one..."

Wang Fangyi blankly stared at the ceiling.

There were many problems with becoming the Crown Prince's person. First and foremost, would he trust her who was in his enemy camp?

Plus, Ming Shu was apparently close to him. Does he know about their rebirth?

Wang Fangyi thought at the many problems surrounding her change of camps, but her resolve only strengthen when she imagined herself crushing all them.

Actually she was a bit unwilling to side in the same team as Ming Shu but there is no way now.

She spent a whole night creating a plan to approach Yifeng and explore his tone. After becoming satisfied with what she came up with, she finally closed her eyes and slept with a smile on her face.

She will be Empress this time and stop the death of those who matter. As for Ming Shu possible feelings towards Zhao Yifeng, she could only say sorry. Ming Shu failure as an Empress was what made the tragic ending possible, there is no way she would let that repeat itself.

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Zhao Song, sat in his dark study in silence. The only light that entered the room was the moonlight that barely illuminated part of the his body giving a gloomier feeling to those who saw him there.

The smile of joy he had on his face yesterday when he received congratulations for his marriage and celebrated with his lover was nowhere to be seen.

Although it did seem like his father was not favoring neither him or Yifeng, the truth is that he was nothing but a shield to his new acquired brother.

His Imperial father completely wants him to be punished for the attempt on Yifeng's life since the ministers that he designed are all in his brothers camp.

His marriage which everyone thought it was a favor granted by the Emperor was just a warning to him and Minister Gu that their secret alliance was not as secret as they thought. With the marriage, he and his future father-in-law are in the same camp publicly, so all the things that they wished to achieved by opposing each other or agreeing with each other as people from enemy parties are now all void. With all the ruckus created from his marriage, is a perfect opportunity for Yifeng evolve himself from a douche young master to a worthy crown prince.

"What is worse is that I don't know if father always knew our movements and just looked at us as monkeys playing to his tune or someone else told him about it recently..."

But if it was someone else...

Zhao Song sighed.

"I truly underestimated my new found big brother"

His brother not only did not die in the hunt as he had originally planned, he killed almost half of his secret forces. What it is worst is that those sent to the task were the 20 best dark guards in his hand.

"If only those Li brats were not with him. And Seven also said there was a young man who didn't recognize. Was because of his support that the Lis and my brother managed to adapt to the number of assailants. But just who are you?"

The appearance of a master in his brother side without his knowledge only highlighted how little did he managed to find about his brother's power.

Plus, by what he managed to prove about his brother's personality, some of these plans were not in line with his style. Some plans accounted for things that were supposedly secret. If it was before he would have thought the person was an information dealer or related, but after knowing Wang Fangyi he was sure that his brother also had someone who had information about the future.

At first he suspected the Miss from the Ming House, seeing how much did she diverged from the information that he knew of and her closeness to Zhao Yifeng. But after a week monitoring her, he never found out anything out of place.

He also doubted that a Young Miss could ever be his opponent and based on Wang Fangyi, is not like their circumstances made them smarter. But from all his brother's aides, The Mings were the only ones that had major changes in their habits. Ming Peng was also a possibility but...

Zhao Song remembered how happy Miss Ming looked when his marriage was announced and the incomprehensible hostility he felt when she looked at him, Zhao Song decided to insist in his instincts and continue to monitor her.

"Seven"

"Yes Master"

"Go and take your punishment. When you're done go back to monitoring Miss Ming. Tell the others to follow my brother's aides. I want a report two weeks from now"

"Yes Master"

Whoever is the mastermind by his brother side, he wants to see until when can they hide from him.