Reborn as the Crippled King's Beloved-Chapter 545: The Inconceivable Truth

"Brother Yan, you must have been provoked by a scoundrel. You must believe Ah Ying! Have you forgotten the beautiful memories we shared? Those are real, and everything else is fake!"

Wang Yingluo was frantic as she defended herself and described the memories she had fabricated.

"Brother Yan, when we first met, you were wearing an indigo robe. After you recovered from your injury, you even gave me a Jade Pendant, which was our token of love. You said you would come back for me, so I’ve been waiting for you. But then you went to war..."

"Is this your technique of psychological suggestion? First fabricating a somewhat plausible memory, both true and false, the more detailed, the more credible, is that it?"

Jun Yuyan’s expression was cold, utterly unmoved.

If it were any ordinary man, perhaps Wang Yingluo’s trick could have indeed confused him.

But he was no ordinary man, and his love for Murong Jiu was deep—so deep that the mere thought of another woman replacing Murong Jiu made him physically nauseous.

No one else would do; he wanted only Murong Jiu.

The more Wang Yingluo fabricated, the more repulsed he became, only wanting to chop off Wang Yingluo’s head.

Wang Yingluo turned deathly pale. She was unwilling to sit and await her doom, but facing Jun Yuyan’s eyes, cold to the extreme, all her words of defense choked in her throat.

His gaze, along with Murong Jiu’s gaze when looking at her, was like staring at a jumping clown, as if, they could see through everything, having already seen through it all.

But... how could that be?

She was sure she had left no loophole!

All she could do was feign ignorance: "I really don’t understand what you’re talking about, Brother Yan. What exactly happened? Why did you suddenly change? If you have fallen out of love with the Empress and in love with someone else, why don’t you tell me? I could step aside."

"Your three brothers have already confessed."

Murong Jiu suddenly spoke faintly.

Wang Yingluo’s eyes flitted about for a moment.

Then she shook her head, pretending to be clueless, and said, "What is Your Majesty the Empress talking about? What confessed? What happened to my brothers?"

"They admitted that you planned your position beneath the cliff where His Majesty fell, and had a getaway route planned in case soldiers conducted a search."

Wang Yingluo’s expression slightly changed, and she forced herself to remain calm, scoffing:

"What ridiculous thing is the Empress saying? I am not a deity; how could I know when and where His Majesty would fall off a cliff? The Empress must be going to great lengths to frame me, and convict me!"

The Empress Dowager couldn’t help but interject: "Although it is true that Wang Yingluo has had some misconducts, she can’t have Foreknowledge. How could she possibly have been waiting under the cliff? Surely she can’t have managed to bribe enemy spies. Empress, everything should have a basis."

Wang Yingluo immediately nodded, "Exactly, the Empress cannot falsely accuse me just to implicate me. I am just a simple villager, how could I conspire with the enemy to make them knock His Majesty down a cliff?"

She thought Murong Jiu might become flustered, but as she stared intently at Murong Jiu, she couldn’t see any of the expressions she hoped for—no panic, unease, or nervousness.

Only calmness, and a trace of scarcely discernible mockery, as if relishing how she was figuratively jumping up and down.

Jun Yuyan held Murong Jiu’s hand the whole time, never once letting go.

Their tightly clasped hands symbolized the trust between them, a bond no one could interfere with.

Only at this moment did Wang Yingluo feel a hint of regret.

She had underestimated the love between Murong Jiu and Jun Yuyan!

She seemed to have chosen the wrong path!

But having chosen this path, difficult as it was, she had no choice but to soldier on.

She said, "I really don’t understand why the Empress would frame me like this, asking my brother to write false confessions. But if I haven’t done it, I haven’t done it. The second rescue of Brother Yan was all arranged by fate. Empress Dowager, I was disrespectful to you just now because I was out of my senses, and I apologize to you for that!"

Now, the Empress Dowager was the only one easy to deceive; she needed the Empress Dowager to take her side.

The Empress Dowager glanced at her.

She was too lazy to bother with such trivial tricks.

"Wang Yingluo."

Jun Yuyan slowly started, "You come from a thousand years in the future, were born in a small mountain village, originally named Wang Honghua, renamed Wang Yingluo after junior high. You worked in hypnosis psychology and part-time in cosmetic surgery, specifically rhinoplasty repairs. Due to an accident during a surgery, you died at thirty-four, three years ago your soul traveled to Xiaoxi Village’s Wang Dahua."

Looking at the horrified Wang Yingluo, Jun Yuyan said, "Do you need me to continue?"

Wang Yingluo was already horrified, her mouth agape, throat tightening, unable to utter even half a syllable.

Jun Yuyan coldly waved his hand, "Take her away and lock her in the Ministry of Punishment’s prison."

"No! Don’t! Brother Yan, I really don’t understand what you’re saying! Let me go..."

A guard, quick on his feet, stuffed a cloth into Wang Yingluo’s mouth and dragged her away.

Cining Palace instantly quieted down.

The Empress Dowager, stunned, watched the direction Wang Yingluo was taken, then turned her gaze to Jun Yuyan and Murong Jiu.

"Soul travel? What does that mean? Is she really from a thousand years later? This... How is that possible!"

"Indeed, it’s hard to believe, but that is the truth, otherwise, she wouldn’t know exactly when I would fall off the cliff," said Jun Yuyan.

The Empress Dowager still found it hard to believe.

How could someone have a soul from a thousand years in the future living inside them? What would Great Yan be like a thousand years later?

The Empress Dowager was full of questions.

Jun Yuyan called Fu Rong, "Tell the Empress Dowager what you know, and in two days, you will go to the Ministry of Punishment’s prison."

Although they had gotten many detailed answers to their questions, more questions might arise in the future. Thus, although Wang Yingluo was despicable, she couldn’t die.

Once she died, there would no longer be a second person from the future in this world.

But Wang Yingluo was different from ordinary people; her field was psychology, and she was skilled at hypnotizing minds. It was necessary to destroy her will, to destroy her pride.

Sending Fu Rong to the Ministry of Punishment’s prison was to have Fu Rong conduct a personal interrogation.

This was also what Murong Jiu had agreed to from the start, to allow her to gain experience in managing the Ministry of Punishment’s prison, starting as a female jailer.

Murong Jiu advocated that women could also hold office, as long as they were capable, there was no need to differentiate between men and women in the officialdom.

Moreover, from the perspective of a thousand years later, gender equality was a good thing; there was no need to confine women to domestic boundaries.

It had been impossible before, but now it was different from the past because Murong Jiu had become the Empress, and Jun Yuyan also supported her; they could freely undertake this matter.

"Fu Rong, you must tell me thoroughly, what exactly happened? Why does today feel like I am dreaming?" the Empress Dowager implored eagerly, no longer maintaining her composure, she grabbed Fu Rong.

Murong Jiu chuckled and said, "It’s hot outside, Fu Rong, please go inside the hall with the Empress Dowager to talk."