No matter how you look at this matter, it has nothing to do with them.
Feng Qiming glanced at them without making a clear statement. Therefore, his attitude towards them was polite: "This matter will be investigated clearly. The second prince does not need to worry."
Jin Yi clasped his hands in fists, his face full of resentment: "I leave this matter to His Highness the Crown Prince. He framed us so blatantly. If something happens to His Majesty, I won't be able to get rid of it even if I jump into the Yellow River."
"Where is Li Qi?" Feng Qiming shouted.
Li Qi quickly walked out: "I'm here."
"This matter will be left to your West Factory to investigate and handle. Be sure to investigate clearly to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings."
Li Qi glanced at Feng Chuyi and quickly responded: "Yes."
"Second brother, hurry up and take care of your wound." Feng Qiming turned around and saw Feng Chuyi's wound dripping with blood.
"Brother, can I ask you a favor?"
Feng Chuyi covered her wound in pain, but kept looking at Feng Chuze, who was dead on the ground with his eyes wide open.
"Please brother, please save Feng Chuze's body." He moved his lips with difficulty.
Feng Qiming glanced at Feng Chuze on the ground and did not agree: "I will do my best to save the body of my third brother."
"Thank you, brother." After saying this, he was led away with peace of mind.
"Brother, your injury has not healed yet. Go back and rest first. Leave this place to me." Feng Chuhao is currently the only one among the three brothers who is not injured.
Feng Qiming shook his head: "In this situation, I can rest safely there, but I will leave this place to my fourth brother. I will go see my father."
Feng Chuhao clenched his fists vigorously and nodded: "Okay."
Jin Yi couldn't leave for the time being, so he returned to his residence and grabbed the man's collar: "This is what you call control. It's better now. I was making wedding clothes for others in vain, and directly brought trouble on myself."
The man brushed his hand away with a serious expression: "This is the witchcraft of southern Xinjiang, and it was not done by our people."
"Golden Wizard." The only thing Jin Yi can think of now is this person.
But the man shook his head and said firmly: "It can't be him, he won't do this."
Jin Yi sneered: "How did you know he wouldn't do this?"
"No." The man's face was ashen, obviously he didn't want to argue with him.
Jin Yi was already offended. Seeing him like this, he kicked a stool to pieces and said, "Whatever you want, I'm just a substitute for you anyway."
"Captain Dongfang, do you think it was Nanjiang's fault?" On the way to Qianqing Palace, Dongfang Zhi was responsible for the prince's safety and followed him.
Dongfang Zhi followed him politely: "Didn't he say that? He's not that stupid yet."
"Yeah, so who could it be?"
"Why is this happening? Hasn't he already gone to the place of exile? Why does he appear here?" Feng Chuyi covered her wound with anger on her face.
"He is being controlled." Qinggui said very calmly without arguing.
"Our people have withdrawn, leaving only the two guards. Since there is no news, it proves that those two people are dead."
"He's from southern Xinjiang." He didn't care about Feng Chuze's life or death, but that he had lost an available chess piece.
"I don't know, but I don't think they are bold enough to assassinate in public. After all, who doesn't know that Southern Xinjiang is good at witchcraft and Gu."
What Qinggui cares about now is another thing: "Why did the prince ask Xichang to investigate this matter? Doesn't the second prince find it strange?"