Chapter 100 The crime occurred! The princess committed suicide
Boyi's lips were filled with sarcasm that no one could see.
A group of old ministers bypassed Wang Song and came to look for the saint who had no real power. They didn't know who they were trying to embarrass.
The four people were introduced into the Yuchen Hall.
As soon as you step into the palace door, you step on a Persian carpet with complicated patterns.
The gloom in the palace just now has not dissipated, and the faint scent of ambergris can be discerned.
He just stared at the fruit made of gold threads in front of him. It had a strange shape but looked familiar. He thought that this thing might have been fabricated from some dusty miscellany.
Deming no longer had the enthusiasm when he entered the palace, his voice had calmed down, and even the angle of his leaning posture was just right.
"Your Majesty, the adults from the Criminal Division have come to the palace to express their gratitude."
The four of them knelt down and paid homage, shouting long live the mountain.
Boyi felt that the fruit in front of him suddenly enlarged, and he was so close that he could clearly see the way the golden threads were entangled. But he still didn't remember where this thing came from.
"Please get up quickly, gentlemen, there is no need to be polite."
The young emperor stood up to greet him personally and helped Yu Qiansi up.
"Give me a seat."
Boyi took a deep breath and looked at the emperor with the other three people as usual.
But wearing the royal robe, he was not much different from Jue Qian that day.
"Master Bo, I also want to apologize. I was rude when I made a surprise visit to the Criminal Division last time."
My half-suspended heart also fell steadily after hearing these words.
He stood up again, a little more sincere.
"Your Majesty's words have offended the humble minister."
Or Yu Qiansi is more at ease, as always daring to say and do: "Just now, what happened to those adults?"
When Jiang Jiqing heard this, he was still a little angry: "They expected that my cousin would not agree, so they came to me to ask me to agree to the marriage."
Marriage? The only princess of the right age in the palace is Princess Lin'an.
No wonder Yu Anning keeps visiting the palace recently, presumably to comfort her.
"They are really dreaming!" Thinking that there were presences around him that made him feel at ease, Jiang Jiqing poured out the anger he had been holding back for a long time.
"Above the court, those civil servants are always shouting about 'women are villains'. They spend their days fearing military generals and impeaching political opponents. But once there is any sign of crisis, they immediately think of pushing women out to quell the trouble. How hateful!
"
What's more, now that the civil strife in Qi in the north has been quelled, they are so eager to show their good will.
If the two sides have no choice but to go to war in the future, do they want to give up this country to each other?
Every word came from the heart. Yu Qiansi and Boyi were as usual, but Sui Feng and Yao Guang were so frightened that they almost knelt down again.
Yu Qiansi freely handed over a small piece of snack: "Your Majesty, do you feel better now?"
Jiang Jiqing raised his head and looked into her smiling eyes, blushing slightly: "I knew that Lord Yu, like my cousin, always wanted to provoke me to vent my anger."
I took the snack in her hand and took a bite. It tasted like chewing gum.
"The snacks outside the palace are still delicious."
As soon as the words were spoken, my heart was filled with lightness and all my anger was gone.
However, this trick is still very useful.
Yu Qiansi picked up another piece of snacks for herself: "I think the snacks in the palace are more delicate and lighter in taste than those outside."
The young emperor didn't seem to have any intention of establishing his authority in front of his ministers. He went behind the desk and planned to have a chat with them about the whole story of the beheading case.
After all, reading the excerpts and hearing about it are completely different feelings.
But he heard the messy footsteps outside. After being scolded by Deming, he didn't know what he said in detail.
Deming asked to see him through the door.
After coming in, the etiquette was thoughtful and good as before. However, there was still some surprise in his words.
"Your Majesty..." After thinking for a while, he said directly: "I just came to report that something happened at Zhaixing Tower..."
"What happened?"
Jiang Jiqing heard the trembling in his last voice and sat upright unconsciously, feeling something bad in his heart.
Deming fell to the ground, and the sound seemed to come from the thick carpet: "Princess Lin'an...Princess, she jumped down from the Star Picking Tower!"
Jiang Jiqing froze on the spot, motionless, as if he had lost his soul.
"Sister Lin'an..."
The Star-Zhaing Tower was so high that he never dared to ask if she was still alive.
Deming was still kneeling on the ground, but turned his head to look for Yu Qiansi's help.
When Yu Qiansi heard about this, she felt uneasy.
"Your Majesty, please allow me to go and check."
Jiang Jiqing had not yet come to his senses, so he just nodded numbly.
Deming got up from the ground, and with a frown on his face, he led the four of them to the Star-Zhaing Tower. He did not forget to tell the slave outside the door to go to the Taiyuan Hospital and ask the doctor to come and get a safe pulse for His Majesty.
At this time, it is the time to hold the lamp.
The rouge-purple sky, lined with sporadic firelight, is like knocking over a plate of high-quality rouge into the ink pool, adding a few wisps of warmth that does not belong to it, but it will eventually be overtaken by the coldness of the ink pool.
engulf.
It's just that in just half a day, walking the same road leads to a completely different state of mind.
The Yuchen Palace is not far from the Zhaixing Tower, so you can reach it within a short walk.
The doorway they passed through when they arrived was now surrounded by several red figures, making them unable to see clearly.
Boyi frowned, and the disgust in his eyes was obvious: "Aren't these the people from the Yuchen Palace just now?"
These adults may have witnessed all this as soon as they came here.
Everyone was so scared that they were out of their wits and broke out in cold sweat.
However, after seeing such a scene in person and still not leaving? This is not in line with their character of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages.
Suifeng deliberately let out a loud "chi" to show her disdain for them.
Tong Yaoguang deliberately pushed them away to clear the way for Yu Qiansi.
Wearing a skirt today, it is really not convenient to walk.
Yu Qiansi lightly lifted the hem of her skirt, not hurrying or slowing down. Boyi was half a step behind her and came leisurely with her.
Under everyone's attention, after passing through the crowd, I saw the whole picture.
A woman in palace clothes was lying on her stomach, with blood flowing all around her. She thought she might not survive.
And she also understood the reason why these adults wanted to stay here.
It's not that they don't want to leave, it's that someone won't let them leave.
Yu Qiansi looked over and saw that it was Yu Anning who was blocking the only doorway to enter and exit the palace with her hands spread wide.
Her hands were trembling slightly, but she held her neck and gave way.
Seeing Yu Qiansi coming, he breathed a sigh of relief. The tears in his eyes fluttered with his long eyelashes, and finally fell down like pear blossoms.
"Sister Yu...you are finally here."
She choked and said: "Lin'an jumped down when she saw them. She must have known that they were forcing her to get married. They also wanted to leave..."
When those people heard this, they all turned pale and turned their heads to avoid the ubiquitous blood.
He did not forget to retort: "That's nonsense...that's nonsense!"
But in the end, it was all empty. The old ministers who used to have cars and lotuses could not say anything except these few words.
Yu Qiansi stood on the edge of the Blood River, looking up at the Star-Zhaing Tower.
The height is out of reach, and only the faint candlelight can be seen on the nearby floors, which outlines the golden edges of the tower windows.
Further up, it merges with the ink pool that has swallowed up the rouge, making it indistinguishable.
