The little eunuch's last glance towards Ni Tian before his death was too obvious in his intention, and the profound meaning contained in his eyes was really mysterious.
Therefore, in an instant, the eyes of several palace people present fell on Ni Tian, causing her to slightly raise her eyebrows in displeasure.
How dare these ignorant palace people suspect that it was his Tian'er who had done something to the old emperor? If his Tian'er wanted to kill the old emperor, why would he have to wait until today, when the old emperor died eight hundred years ago?
With no bones left, how could it cause such a big commotion and arouse people's doubts?
Jun Lin's eyes darkened, and there was a surge of resentment in his heart, and the corners of his cold mouth tightened into a straight line.
The waiter Chen had seen Ni Tian's method of dealing with the young master of the Butz family. At this moment, he was trembling with fear. He glanced at Ni Tian and lay on the ground, not daring to raise his head.
Ni Tian snorted coldly, not bothering to explain too much to these people. Anyway, she had a clear conscience.
If she had taken action, wouldn't it be such a childish move? She could poison someone and still leave some traces of it on others, and draw the flames to herself? It's really a big joke!
"Come here." Jun Lin called in a cold voice.
The guards standing outside the door swarmed in, knelt on one knee and said, "His Royal Highness."
"These unscrupulous slaves usually don't take good care of the emperor. When something happens to the emperor, they just push someone out to die. In your eyes, is this prince so easy to fool the fool in the past? He deserves to be punished for dereliction of duty. The old emperor deserves it.
Death, you all bear an unshirkable responsibility! You will all be dragged down and sentenced to death."
"It's Your Highness!" The guards rushed forward, pressing the few palace attendants in the palace to the ground and squeezing their hands behind their backs.
"It's unjust——"
"Your Highness, the slaves have been wronged!!"
Waiter Chen screamed in panic, and his fearful eyes passed over the cold-faced prince, and finally landed on the expressionless Ni Tian.
"Princess, Princess, please spare your life, Princess."
He glanced at Mr. Chen with disdain and said with an indifferent smile, "You are all the closest and most attentive people to His Majesty. Now that His Majesty is away in immortality, there must be someone to take care of him. The Prince did this for no reason.
With a sense of filial piety and the dignity of your family at the same time, you...are not so ignorant, are you?"
Waiter Chen opened his eyes wide in horror, and his back was soaked with cold sweat. When he raised his eyes again, he saw that the prince had already walked out with the princess, and what was left to them was an extremely cold figure.
"It's really not the right time to die." This was the second time Jun Lin complained melancholy today.
Ni Tian's eyes dimmed slightly and he said nothing.
Jun Lin glanced at her, raised his hand to hold her in his arms, and rubbed her gently, "Shit Chen and those people have been in the palace for many years, how can they not have more than a dozen lives in their hands? Such a treacherous and sycophantic person
Disciple, just kill them, it doesn't matter at all. What's more, killing them is my intention and has nothing to do with you, so you don't need to bother me."
Ni Tian glanced at him sadly. In fact, as soon as his mind moved, she understood that it really didn't matter whether they killed these villains or not. What made Jun Lin really have murderous intentions was the young boy who caused trouble before his death.
Caught a strange look.
Jun Lin knew that Tian'er was framed by that young servant, but Chen Neishi and the other idiots didn't think so. There was no guarantee that if he let them go today, rumors would not spread in the palace in the future.
It is out of love that Jun Lin has to do everything he can to get rid of these people and get rid of the matter.
But Ni Tian was not afraid of those rumors, but she was worried that these rumors would implicate Junlin. This was her real idea of immediately agreeing to kill those slaves.
Their thoughts are spinning a thousand times, but their starting point is for each other. Just look at each other deeply and you can understand what they are thinking.
Speaking of which, I really don’t know when this strange tacit understanding was gradually developed.
"Okay, Tian'er, I'll take you back home. I'll handle some of the messy things here. Don't be upset."
"Your Highness the Crown Prince."
Jun Lin and Ni Tian looked at the visitor, and their expressions suddenly darkened slightly.
Grand Master Zama led three sacrificial personnel in white robes and stood respectfully not far away.
Behind him were several frightened officials from the Ministry of Rites, who must have received news of His Majesty Feng's sudden death and hurried into the palace to seek confirmation.
Jun Lin glanced at the Grand Imperial Master Zama with indifferent eyes, and said with a sarcastic smile, "As expected of the Grand Imperial Master, he has many informants, and he received the news of His Majesty's death so quickly."
Zama stood aside with his head bowed, as if he didn't understand the irony in Jun Lin's words, and lowered his lips with a smile.
"Lord Doron."
The middle-aged man with a black beard and short hair who was named by the prince hurriedly took a few steps forward in fear, "Your Highness."
"I'm going to mourn." Jun Lin held Ni Tian's little hand and tightened it slightly, a hint of unstoppable resentment flashing through his eyes.
"Yes! Your Highness." Duolong and several adults behind him knelt down on the ground and crouched, "I accept the order."
Ni Tian glanced at them and couldn't help but be slightly surprised. Why did she always feel that these adults from the Ministry of Etiquette seemed to be relieved when they heard that the prince had planned a funeral.
The three white-robed priests put one hand across their chests, bowed slightly and saluted, watching Jun Lin and Ni Tian leave.
Grand Imperial Master Zama raised a dark and incomprehensible face and sneered in the direction the two of them were leaving.
Kaa has always had a strong folk custom, and the most prosperous thing in the imperial capital is the various arenas and martial arts halls, large and small fighting venues, and arenas everywhere, filling the streets of the imperial capital.
Compared with these places that are full of excitement and violence, there are not many places where literati and poets come from the south to communicate.
Liuyin Pavilion is one of the theaters that has gradually flourished in the imperial capital in the past two years. It is also a place where many elegant people like to come. It is said that Liuyin Pavilion is also a property of Tianzhao Trading Company.
A very high stage was built here, with two or three actors singing on it, and dozens of tables in the lobby were full.
The private seats and private rooms on the second floor are also full. The helpless ladies from aristocratic families like to invite one or two of their best friends to sit here for an afternoon, drink tea and chat, which is better than watching those bloody scenes.
Better than fighting.
Faint silk and bamboo string music floats in the elegant room.
The scent of fragrant rice is overflowing.
Poria clinging to the wine bottle, she lowered her graceful neck slightly, her heart beating wildly uncontrollably.
I don't know who the noble young master is from, Fu Ling secretly thought, just sitting there, she can feel the imposing aura.
Poria almost didn't dare to raise her eyes to look at him.