The Reborn Princess Has Turned Evil

Chapter 295 Need to Borrow the East Wind

Teng Hui walked up to a landscape painting, took it down with both hands, and there was a recessed window behind it, with a delicate blue porcelain vase on top.

Murong Peifeng was stunned. This painting was painted for his tenth birthday, and he had hung it up himself. He had never known there was this decoration behind it.

"This is……"

Ignoring Murong Peifeng's surprise, Teng Hui gently twisted the vase, and the wall slowly rotated and retreated until it created a doorway large enough for two people to pass through at the same time.

"Go in," Teng Hui said.

Although Murong Peifeng was surprised, he still stepped inside, and Teng Hui took out the tinderbox he carried with him, which brought a faint light to the previously dark room.

As soon as the two entered, the stone door closed shut.

This dark room was small, but it was fully equipped with everything: a desk, a bed, and even a chess table.

Teng Hui lit the lamp in the dark room with a tinderbox, and the room was immediately brightly lit.

"When did it start?" Murong Peifeng asked coldly.

Right under his nose, right in front of the bedroom where he slept every day, such a large secret room was dug behind him. What exactly was he? He knew nothing, just like a chess piece on a chessboard.

Sensing Murong Peifeng's emotions, Teng Hui closed his eyes, seemingly lost in thought.

"It started the day you entered the Marquis of Pingchang's residence and became the heir apparent."

“You are the hope of my Qi Kingdom. You will return to Qi Kingdom to ascend the throne. Your life is naturally important.”

Murong Peifeng walked to the chair and sat down, his slender fingers tracing the texture of the wood. Sure enough, it was quite old. He couldn't help but sneer, "The throne of Qi Kingdom?"

"Prime Minister Teng, I am not a fool." Murong Peifeng looked up at Teng Hui.

"Although Qi Zhi is despicable, he is not a good-for-nothing. He is both scholarly and martial, exceptionally intelligent, and is even the son of Empress Qi. He has both face and substance." Although Murong Peifeng despised Qi Zhi, he had to admit that Qi Zhi did indeed have extraordinary qualities.

“While the other princes are not as good as Qi Zhi, they are still a hundred times better than ordinary officials’ sons. Although I am a prince of Qi, I was raised in the Marquis of Jing’s mansion and am an orphan.” When he said the word “orphan,” Murong Peifeng’s expression became a little melancholy, but then he quickly changed his mood.

“I have not received any education or discipline on self-cultivation, governing the country, and bringing peace to the world. Compared to me, aren’t those legitimate princes more likely to be accepted by the Qi Kingdom?”

Teng Hui took a deep breath, turned to look at Murong Peifeng, and slowly said, "You are often in Jing Kingdom, so there are many things you don't know."

"Qi Zhi is intelligent, but he is also ruthless. After he ascends the throne, he will inevitably engage in massive construction projects, causing immense suffering to the people. The other princes are all controlled by various powerful factions, but you..."

"So you think only I'm easy to control?" Murong Peifeng mocked.

"No!"

Teng Hui took a step closer, his expression resolute: "You are different. Your mother is the daughter of the Prince of Guangping, of noble lineage. The Prince of Guangping submitted many memorials that benefited the country and the people, and even personally supervised their implementation. He was deeply loved by the people, and his grandson will surely receive the support of the people as well."

"The Prince of Guangping?" Murong Peifeng had never heard Teng Hui mention him before.

"Then why didn't you tell me about my family when I asked you about them before?"

Teng Hui sighed deeply, "The time is not right yet."

"If the Prince of Guangping is so good, then why did my mother not have a good end?" Murong Peifeng asked fiercely.

The past is too long ago, and every time Teng Hui recalls it, he feels a pang of heartache. When the words reach his lips, they only come out as, "Not everyone loves their country and its people. Acts of kindness and benefit to the people naturally block other people's way."

With just a few words, Murong Peifeng roughly understood, but he still couldn't help but ask softly, "Then... the Prince of Guangping..."

Before he could finish asking, Teng Hui blurted out, "When your maternal grandfather was returning to the palace that day, his carriage went out of control and plunged off a cliff."

There was a moment of silence in the air.

Murong Peifeng felt a chill run through him, as if all his energy had been drained away. His face was expressionless, but his eyes betrayed him.

Teng Hui walked over and gently patted his shoulder. The boy in front of him also looked somewhat like his maternal grandfather.

"So it wasn't an accident?"

Teng Hui paused, "Although Prince Guangping is a civil official, his martial arts skills are not weak, and ordinary people cannot get close to him. Back then, Empress Qi's father was his mortal enemy... Even when His Majesty sent thousands of soldiers, they failed to find Prince Guangping's whereabouts. There is also an underground river below the cliff, so naturally..."

"This is outrageous!" Murong Peifeng suddenly erupted, sweeping away all the chess pieces beside him with a flick of his sleeve.

"So you must live, for only by living can you have hope and avenge your maternal grandfather and your mother."

"Moreover, you grew up in the State of Jing, far from the internal strife of the State of Qi, and you are skilled in both literature and martial arts. If you ascend the throne, you will surely continue the benevolent rule of the King of Guangping and win the hearts of the people."

Murong Peifeng was moved by Teng Hui's words, but still had many doubts: "Even so, how could the court officials easily approve of me? Various forces will definitely try their best to stop me."

Teng Hui smiled slightly and said confidently, "There are already many loyal ministers who are willing to follow Your Highness in secret. As long as you are determined, we can gradually make our plans."

"Once the grand plan is completed, you can personally take the enemy's head and offer it as a sacrifice to your loved ones."

Murong Peifeng stood up, paced back and forth for a moment before saying, "But I am no longer destined to be the consort. Princess Anle looks down on me, and Prince Qing is..." Murong Peifeng couldn't describe his feelings, only that he felt quite ridiculous. It was clearly a good move, so why has it turned out like this?

Teng Hui laughed loudly: "Your Highness, don't be impatient. This may not be a bad thing."

Murong Peifeng looked at him with a puzzled expression.

Teng Hui continued, "Princess Anle is spoiled and willful. If things really go smoothly, the harem will likely be in turmoil. As for Prince Qing, he is ambitious and wants to use you to achieve his goals. It's good that we've cut off contact now."

Murong Peifeng nodded slightly, agreeing with the statement.

Teng Hui added, “Don’t worry, General, we don’t fight unprepared battles. Over the years, I have gathered a large number of talented and ambitious people. We also have people in the Qi Kingdom’s court. Moreover, the Qi Kingdom’s oppressive government is more ferocious than a tiger, and the people have long been complaining. Now we just need a favorable wind.”

"Dongfeng?"