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Murong Yu held her catkins in his hands and said in a low voice: "This king has fulfilled your wish, are you satisfied?"
Murong Ci took out his hand and said coldly: "Can you tell what I am thinking?"
"From the perspective of the court's criminal laws and the laws of the country, you naturally want to avenge the souls of those who died unjustly, punish the murderers severely, and behead them in public. From the perspective of family ties, you don't want to see Princess Zhaohua die, let alone His Majesty learn about Zhaohua. Princess Hua died at your hands. You are in a dilemma and cannot make a decision, so you pass this problem to me and ask me to make a decision for you."
"Won't you regret letting the emperor's sister live?"
"What I care about is whether you will regret it."
She sighed sadly, "I don't know if it's right to let the imperial sister go"
He touched her head with a different kind of tenderness, "Aci, no matter what the consequences are, I will bear them with you."
Murong Ci stared at him blankly, why did he always say something that made her heartstrings tremble and tease her?
Murong Yu also looked at her, as if he wanted to penetrate deep into her heart through her pupils, gain insight into her thoughts, dance with her soul, and fly together.
In such a silent gaze, her inner lake rippled in circles, and the surrounding ice walls seemed to gradually loosen and melt
After a while, he lifted her chin and kissed her. However, she quickly ran away, "I'm going to Jinghong Hall."
He watched her run away in panic, with a gentle smile on his lips.
Storms of wind and rain ravaged the palace, thunder rumbled, lightning flashed, and the rain curtains stretched into the distance, and the palace with its carved beams and colorful buildings became blurred in the water curtain.
When Murong Ci and Qin Ruo arrived at Jinghong Hall, most of their robes were wet.
Concubine Qiao was standing in the corridor, and the palace maid was holding an umbrella and was about to escort her back.
"Your Highness, Chang'er, she" Concubine Qiao hesitated, wanting to say that Chang'er didn't want to see His Highness, but she didn't say it out loud.
"I still have some questions to ask the imperial sister." Murong Ci knew clearly that Concubine Qiao must have been "driven out" by Zhaohua.
Zhaohua simply cannot understand the feeling of being a mother.
Concubine Qiao sighed helplessly, "Thank you, Your Highness, for your mercy."
Murong Ci said calmly: "It was the Emperor who made the decision, and it is the Emperor who you want to thank."
Concubine Qiao begged sadly: "Shang'er has indeed made a big mistake, please forgive me for your Majesty's sake."
Murong Ci did not respond, nodded and walked inside.
The main hall was as quiet as death, with two maids standing beside it. They wanted to go in and report, but Murong Ci stopped them with a gesture.
Murong Shang was sitting beside the bed, having changed into clean clothes.
She was dumbfounded, her dark eyes were dull, and her delicate face had lost its jade-white luster. It was hidden in the dim light and shadow, like a decaying flower that had been damaged by the violent storm and was about to fall into mud and become dust.
Qin Ruo was waiting in the main hall, while Murong Ci entered the bedroom alone, looked at Zhaohua for a moment, and said softly: "Is the imperial sister resenting me?"
"How dare my sister resent the prince's brother?" Murong Shang said hoarsely, with a bit of sarcasm in his voice.
"Isn't this tone of voice resentment?"
"If there is nothing important for the prince's brother, my sister should rest."
"Yuanxiu took all the blame and died on your behalf. You are still my father's daughter, but you have lost the honorable title of princess. You should be content."
"Yes, how can my sister be dissatisfied?"
Murong Ci sat next to her and asked gently: "Imperial sister, can you truthfully tell me why you killed Zhao Qingsong, Xia Xiaolu, and Lin Shu?"
Murong Shang sat motionless, without breathing, expression, or language. He was a dried-up real person.
Murong Ci didn't know whether to be angry or considerate of her mood, "I just want to know, and I won't embarrass you."
Murong Shang¡¯s eyes, which seemed to be the core of longan, finally moved, and she slowly turned her face, ¡°Want to know?¡±
Murong Ci nodded, "Actually, there is no need for you to kill them. Killing them will only increase your own sins."
"Yes, why did I kill them? I didn't kill them, I just punished them so that they would stop pestering me."
"Punish them?"
"Isn't it? They are stalking and chattering endlessly, and they won't let me go. My sister is annoyed to death, so I asked Yuanxiu to shut them up forever so that they can no longer follow me." Murong Shang smiled lightly, so innocently, "Mrs.Are these three murder cases related to Zhaohua? "Murong Cheng's face was as cold as iron.
"My son and the young minister of Dali Temple, Shen Zhiyan, have been investigating for many days, peeling off the cocoons, and have obtained important evidence, which is indeed related to the imperial sister. Father, please do not be sad, Xiao Guifei"
"What's wrong with Concubine Xiao?" He was nervous. No wonder Concubine Xiao hadn't come to visit him for several days. Could something have happened?
"On the day of Concubine Xiao's birthday party, she fell from Lingfeng Pavilion and died on the spot."
¡°Cough¡cough cough¡¡±
"Father" Murong Ci rushed up to help him, feeling worried and anxious, "How are you? I'll send the imperial doctor to you
"No need" Murong Cheng's voice was low and slow, as if he had exhausted all his efforts and was weak, "How did Concubine Xiao fall from Lingfeng Pavilion?"
She looked at her father. His eyelashes were trembling slightly, and there was a soft flow of hot tears in his eyes. He was clearly suppressing his heart-wrenching grief and overwhelming sorrow. After all, Concubine Xiao was his most beloved concubine.
She said melancholy: "Father, I have verified that Concubine Xiao did not fall from Lingfeng Pavilion on her own, but was murdered."
He seemed to have spent all his energy to squeeze out a dry hissing voice, and his face was filled with strong sadness, "The death of Xiao Guifei is also related to Zhaohua" (Remember this website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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