Dongfang Aoshi looked at the row of corpses in front of him with a distant look.
"Do you know about Yaohua...?"
Wuming froze for a moment and nodded, "The steward has already told me that he is Liudie's child."
"When something goes wrong, Yaohua is by Wenwen's side."
"Yaohua is here too?" Wuming was stunned and stood up suddenly, "How tall is Yaohua?"
Dongfang Aoshi has reached a higher level.
Wuming rushed over and looked at the body again.
Just now, he didn't notice whether the body was tall or short.
In the impression, there seems to be no body of the child?
perhaps……
Wuming looked over one by one.
However, when he saw the last one, he was disappointed.
In the far corner, a small corpse stood there, burned beyond recognition.
Wuming was slumped, with a strong sense of loss in his heart, "Your Majesty..."
Dongfang Aoshi didn't react at all.
He had already seen the little corpse just now.
That's why I'm so desperate.
Yaohua didn't even escape, let alone Wenwen who was lying on the bed, unable to move?
"After I leave, Liudie will be in charge of you."
"Your Majesty..."
"You should know that Liudie likes you."
"..." Wuming was silent, not knowing what to say.
"Don't tell her that Yaohua is no longer here."
"My lord, don't give up so quickly..." Wuming wanted to find a strong reason to convince Dongfang Aoshi.
But with the corpse there, Wuming had no choice but to force himself to say something inconsistent with the facts...
"I'm a little tired. Go back and rest. I'll leave the rest to you." Dongfang Aoshi said, got up and left the side hall.
Wuming stood there, watching him leave, unable to say any words of comfort.
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Although the possibility of Wen Wen's survival was zero, Dongfang Aoshi was also very negative and gave up any hope.
Wuming did not promise this.
He carefully checked and verified the identity of every maid in the palace, and confirmed the identity of every victim.
It's all on the same day, stay and serve the gentle one.
Is the matter... really a foregone conclusion?
Wuming frowned, "Steward."
"Mr. Anonymous." The steward came forward.
"Did the princess leave anything behind?" Wuming asked.
Although all the evidence named them, Wen Wen and Yao Hua had already died in the fire.
But Wuming still didn't give up.
He always felt that things happened too coincidental and there was something wrong...
But Wuming couldn't tell what was wrong for a while.
"Something?" The steward was stunned, "You mean Mr. Unknown?"
"Things that the prince usually uses."
"Used things?" The steward frowned and shook his head, "The things the princess used were all in the courtyard where the fire broke out. They were all burned."
"Didn't you leave anything else behind?"
"This..." the steward thought for a while, "The person closest to the princess, besides Yaohua, is the prince... Are the prince's clothes okay? If the prince's clothes are still there, they are still there."
Wuming frowned tightly: "If you think about it again..."
As long as there is any tenderness left, something with her breath, he will have a way to find out whether the tenderness is real...