He slowly straightened his back and all the disguise on his face faded away.
"In this case, I, the prince, will have a good talk with the emperor's uncle."
He glanced around, and at that moment, the superior's momentum suddenly reached its peak:
"It is reasonable for the emperor's uncle to hire an aunt, but Miss Qiao San has been pampered in the Prime Minister's Mansion since she was five years old, until she reached the age of hair. In two months, she will be sixteen."
He chuckled, grabbed the girl behind Jun Muxi, and said slowly, "Didn't the emperor express any gratitude for his upbringing in these eleven years?"
Qiao Qingqing slowly tightened her fingertips on Jun Muxi's sleeve.
Why does he emphasize age so much? Five years at his aunt's house, ten years at the Prime Minister's Mansion...
Could it be that this scumbag wants to divide Jun Muxi's betrothal gift into two parts according to the number of years she has lived?
In this way, two-thirds of the betrothal gift given by Jun Muxi will belong to the Prime Minister's Mansion!
Qiao Qingqing used her little experience in writing articles to spin her thoughts. As soon as the idea took shape, she spoke hastily without waiting for the prince to continue:
"My little mother once cured a stubborn illness for the Queen Mother, which enabled my father to be appreciated by the royal family, and he was able to display his ambitions and become prime minister. However, my father sent my little girl to the countryside and ignored her for so many years. These debts...
How can he make up for it?"
"presumptuous!"
The Prime Minister raised his arm and was about to slap Qiao Qingqing on the face, but she turned her head to avoid it.
"Why, you got angry because I poked you in a sore spot?"
Qiao Qingqing took Jun Muxi's arm, pointed at the cheap daddy and said without looking back, "I'm in a hurry, he's in a hurry..."
The Prime Minister staggered and almost felt depressed!
Qiao Qingqing walked to a safe place, shook Jun Muxi's sleeves, and pretended to pray:
"Your Majesty, these debts and compensations are constantly being sorted out and confused. His Highness the Crown Prince is right. The Prime Minister's Mansion has indeed raised me for eleven years. If not, Your Majesty will spend a small fortune and give the Prime Minister's Mansion the minimum standard betrothal gift as a thank you.
Right, huh?"
The girl's eyebrows were soft and pleasant. Jun Muxi couldn't hold back and laughed briefly again.
He nodded, "Okay, it's up to you."
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Qiao Qingqing smiled and raised her hand to wipe the non-existent tears from the corners of her eyes.
On the other side, the prince's resolute face had long been shrouded in gloom.
"In this case, I would like to wish Miss Qiao San all the best in advance."
He clapped his hands, and a graceful maid walked into the hall carrying a plate of pastries.
Qiao Qingqing's heart sank to the bottom in an instant!
The smell of almonds drifted into her nose. Qiao Qingqing smelled this salty fragrance, and her throat seemed to be pinched by a pair of invisible hands, and she slowly began to have difficulty breathing.
"Qiao Qingqing, those who know the current affairs are heroes. Since you are seeking your own death, there is no need for me, the prince, to dwell on old friendships!"
As he spoke, he smiled darkly and slowly raised his eyebrows:
"I remember that Sister Qiao loves almond cake the most. If you are really my sister Qiao, how about you prove to everyone whether you can or cannot eat almond cake?"
My aunt immediately turned pale and waved her hands hastily, "No, no, no, my girl can't eat almonds!"
"Can't eat almonds?" The prince was surprised. "I remember that the disease 'can't eat almonds' was brought from the mother's womb. I could eat almonds before, but now I can't. What's the reason?"
"How can you prove that I ate before?" Qiao Qingqing replied not to be outdone.
The prince sneered, "Before Sister Qiao was five years old, the neighbors and villagers took great care of you. Who in the village didn't feed you almonds? If you had eaten them before, just ask someone over and ask."
Just as her aunt was about to continue her argument, Qiao Qingqing hurriedly pulled her behind her to protect her.
She glanced at her aunt, whose face was full of anxiety. Her cheeks were still swollen, and the scratches on her forehead had just scabbed over.
At this moment, all the details in Qiao Qingqing's mind were connected!
In the past, even if those villagers bullied my aunt, they would do so secretly, but last night they beat her openly. If they didn't have someone to back them up, how would any ordinary person dare to kill her?
When the prince saw her speechless, he raised the corners of his lips sinisterly:
"Come here, please invite the neighbors and folks who used to care for Miss Qiao San into the Prime Minister's Mansion!"
Qiao Qingqing rolled her eyes speechlessly.
Will the people in the village take good care of her?
Hehe, I'm afraid this scumbag prince has already sent people to bribe all the young and old in the village, right?
Qiao Qingqing raised her eyes and saw the prince folding his arms confidently and looking down at her. He was lying if he said he wasn't panicked.
Just as she was thinking about countermeasures, Jun Muxi suddenly raised his hand and patted her shoulder:
"Don't be afraid."
Um?
Qiao Qingqing subconsciously turned her head to look.
Why is Jun Muxi looking so calm? Could it be that he already knew about it and made arrangements in advance?
As expected of her man, he indeed has far-sightedness!
Seeing Jun Yunxi's calm expression, Qiao Qingqing also felt a little relieved.
Everyone waited for a long time, until the warm winter sun skirted the branches and hit their shoulders slantingly.
Qiao Qingqing looked greedily at Jun Muxi, who was in control of everything. For a moment, she even thought about what their child would be called...
Just when she was immersed in her imagination, a hurried announcement broke the silence of the room.
"Your Highness, what's wrong, everyone in the village is dead!"
Dead...all dead?
Qiao Qingqing's eyes widened!
Although these people have bullied her since she was a child, the poor and harsh environment breeds unruly people, and the punishment of missing arms and legs is enough, so why not kill them all?
Looking at Jun Muxi's stern profile, Qiao Qingqing felt a chill suddenly rise from the soles of her feet and spread along her limbs and bones.
She suddenly became afraid of Jun Muxi and treated human life so carelessly. Could it be that after his rebirth, he really turned into a murderous demon without blinking an eye?
Her inspection made Jun Muxi a little stunned.
Soon, an innocent look appeared on his eyebrows.
He turned his head and raised his eyebrows in a silent question.
Qiao Qingqing blinked, as if to say: "You ask me? I know shit, didn't you do it?"
As if he understood Qiao Qingqing's response, Jun Muxi also shook his head slightly, as if to say, "It's not me."
Hmm? Who could that be?
The prince was stunned for a long time before he came back to his senses:
"Check, check this prince carefully inside and out! Such an act is simply atrocious!"
The other party listened but did not respond.
The prince raised his voice again, "Why are you still standing there? The emperor has committed the same crime as the common people. Just check it. The prince has made the decision, so you don't have to be afraid!"
As he spoke, he did not forget to glance at Jun Muxi.
With that look, Jun Muxi seemed to be the culprit.
The informant was silent for a while and then whispered, "His Royal Highness, the people in the village died of collective poisoning. The corpse has been exhumed and no one else committed the crime."
"...Then someone must poison me!"
The prince took a step forward with a sullen look on his face, "Are they tired of living and poisoning themselves?"
The informant kowtowed, "Last night the villagers gathered together and cooked a large pot of chicken stewed with mushrooms. All men, women, old and young ate it. They... they ate poisonous mushrooms..."
