I was a conman in the Ming Dynasty.

Chapter 758: Overwhelming water cannot be recovered

Chapter 758 Spilled Water Cannot Be Gathered

Sheng Lan stood outside the door once again, peeping at her nemesis sleeping with a girl—oh wait! Not a girl, but a little bitch! Except for her, all the girls who slept with her nemesis were little bitches.

Sheng Lan let her tears flow freely. She felt that perhaps only tears could let her know she was still alive. Sheng Lan often felt that God was too unfair. Why let her live, but disfigure her? How could Sheng Lan not know what kind of person her enemy was? Even her enemy would find her disgusting now that she was a monster.

But Sheng Lan also knew that her nemesis had never forgotten her. Ever since the banquet tragedy, her nemesis had started drinking heavily. Wang Wenzhou used to drink often, but only when he was in a good mood. But now, Wang Wenzhou would start drinking as soon as he woke up and continue drinking until he was drunk and went to sleep.

And every time Wang Wenzhou got drunk, he would sleep with those little bitches, especially that little bitch Dayuer. Every time Wang Wenzhou slept with her, he would call her Ruru, and of course, occasionally he would call her Lanlan.

Every time Sheng Lan heard Wang Wenzhou call her name, her heart ached.

Meanwhile, Dayuer, who had been slept with by Wang Wenzhou, was also heartbroken. No one wants to be just a substitute for someone else. But Dayuer knew that she was, unfortunately, just a substitute for that bitch Liu Rushi.

"Ruru, Ruru, I miss you!" Wang Wenzhou said affectionately as he held Dayuer in his arms.

Da Yu'er couldn't hold back any longer, and tears streamed down her face.

"Sigh..." Gao Guiying sighed. This rascal, when he's drunk he acts recklessly, without considering what others think at all!

Gao Guiying was a little better off. Although she knew that she was a substitute for Gao Guilan in her enemy's heart, Xiao Lanlan was her own sister after all, so she could feel a little more at ease.

……

In the Shenyang Imperial Palace, Liu Rushi was playing with Borjigit Xiaohua.

Of course, Liu Rushi had long regarded Fulin as her own son, Liu Xiaohua. This was not her fault; perhaps it was due to genetic reasons that the two Xiaohuas looked so alike.

"Gaga..." Little Fulin was amused by Liu Rushi and burst into laughter.

"My dear, look how much our little flower smiles, just like you!" Liu Rushi said subconsciously, then suddenly realized what she meant and felt a pang of heartache.

"Gaga!" Little Fulin was unaware of his mother's feelings and was still laughing happily.

But Liu Rushi silently held little Fulin, tears streaming down her face.

"Sister!" Su Mo'er asked softly, "Are you thinking about Wang Wenzhou again?"

"Hmph!" Liu Rushi snorted coldly and said irritably, "Su Mo'er, how many times have I told you, never mention his name in front of me again!"

"Hmm!" Su Mo'er shook her head with a wry smile. She couldn't understand why Liu Rushi, who was so deeply in love with Wang Wenzhou, didn't go to him. She really wanted to know what kind of person Wang Wenzhou was, and why both Dayu'er and Liu Rushi loved him so passionately.

"A broken mirror can never be mended, and spilled water cannot be gathered up again!" Liu Rushi murmured to herself. Although she knew that she could never forget her enemy, she really couldn't bear to see him again.

Liu Rushi hated Wang Wenzhou. Why didn't he choose Liu Xiaohua in the first place? Liu Rushi always felt that Wang Wenzhou chose Zhang Xiaohua because of that bitch Sheng Lan, which led to Liu Xiaohua's death.

Thinking of her dead son, Liu Rushi was filled with malice. Although she was reluctant to let Wang Wenzhou die, her enemy Zhu Youjian was still alive, and she could still seek revenge on him!

Liu Rushi calmed herself down, beckoned to the maid, and handed Liu Xiaohua No. 2 to the maid.

"Su Mo'er, send someone to invite Prince Su, Hauge," Liu Rushi said.

"Yes!" Su Mo'er nodded.

"Wait!" Liu Rushi thought for a moment and felt that this was not a good idea, so she quickly said, "Just say that I miss Dulema and have Hauge send her to the palace to see me."

Dulema was Hauge's wife and also Dayuer's cousin. The relationships within the Manchu imperial family were always complicated. Aunts and nieces, even sisters, could marry the same man, let alone a cousin marrying his nominal son.

A short while later, Hauge and Dulema entered the palace.

After exchanging a few polite words with Dulema, Liu Rushi used the excuse that she should spend more time with Xiao Fulin so that she could have a child soon to send Dulema away.

Hauge wasn't stupid, of course. He knew that Da Yu'er had specifically asked him to come over because she had something to discuss.

Liu Rushi looked at Hauge, pondered for a long time, and then said, "Hauge, your father's health is not as good as before. There are some things I really want to say, but I'm afraid you won't want to hear them!"

Hauge quickly replied, "Mother, you flatter me. I have always been a dutiful son, and I will always keep your teachings in mind."

Su Mo'er stood to the side, sighing inwardly. It was truly a case of "entering the palace gates is like entering a deep sea"—no wonder girls from ordinary families who married into wealthy families often lived unhappy lives. There were just too many shady dealings within the world of the rich. She needed to carefully consider the words of both Hauge and Liu Rushi to understand their true meaning.

Liu Rushi continued, "To be frank, your father probably doesn't have long to live. These days, he often mentions to me the matter of choosing an heir."

Hauge's eyes lit up immediately. The greatest happiness for a prince was for his father to die quickly so that the throne could be passed to him.

"But you know the current situation of the Qing Dynasty. Your father is afraid that if he passes away first, he will pass the throne to you, and Dorgon and his brothers will cause trouble! Your father originally wanted to tell you this in person today, but as you know, his health is not good enough, so I can only convey it to you!" Liu Rushi said in a serious tone, talking nonsense.

The real Huang Taiji was killed by Liu Rushi long ago; the sickly Huang Taiji we see now is just an actor.

Hauge had no doubts whatsoever. After all, Huang Taiji only had one adult son. If the throne didn't pass to him, who else could it be passed to?

Hauge solemnly said, "Your Majesty loves me dearly, and I am deeply grateful!"

Liu Rushi said, "Given our identities, we can't talk for long, so I'll keep it short."

“Mother, please speak freely!” Hauge nodded.

"Now that spring has arrived, your father wants you to lead troops to attack the Ming Dynasty, using military might to intimidate Dorgon and his brothers. Even if your father unfortunately passes away, they won't dare to cause any trouble!" Liu Rushi wanted Hauge to avenge her.

Hauge nodded and said, "To be honest, Mother, I've had this idea for a long time. Since Father also agrees, I will begin preparations. However, if I go, what if..."

Hauge was too embarrassed to explain, and he didn't want to. If he went to attack the Ming Dynasty, Huang Taiji would die, and Dorgon, who remained in Shengjing, would succeed him. Then he would have nowhere to cry.

Liu Rushi smiled slightly and said, "Hauge, you can rest assured. I will meet with Dorgon later and persuade him to join the expedition. At that time, Prince Li, Daishan, will stay behind to guard Shengjing."

"Your subject thanks Your Majesty!" Hauge was relieved, after all, Daishan was still on his side. Because of the messy affair between Daishan and Dorgon's biological mother, Dorgon and his brothers were sworn enemies with Daishan.