What Qing Gui cares about is Dongfang Zhi. If he doesn't die, his hatred will grow even more.
When Feng Chuyi heard what he said, she had no reaction: "What's strange? Dongfang Zhi has been emptied of a lot of power now. Even if he intends to make meritorious service in front of his father, what's the point."
In Feng Chuyi's view, Dongfang Zhi and Dongchang were no longer a threat at all.
Qing Gui lowered his eyelids and a chill flashed through his eyes: "That's what His Highness said."
Feng Chuyi looked at the sword he threw aside with a sinister look on his face: "Do you think the person who caused the poison is the same person who took the account book?"
His eyes suddenly became sharp and he raised the corners of his mouth: "How can there be so many people hiding behind this that I don't know about?"
"However, I can't wait any longer. Since I'm helping the Song family, I'll attack the Song family first. I just want to take advantage of this to kill someone with a borrowed knife. What do you think?"
Feng Chuyi's pale face was filled with a smile at this moment: "Killing someone with a borrowed knife is a good opportunity for Southern Xinjiang to get involved, isn't it?"
"What does Your Highness want to do?" Aoki did not refute, but agreed with his approach.
Feng Chuyi squeezed her hands, making a clicking sound, and raised a sneer on her lips: "My second brother is dead, what will happen if my mother and concubine know about it? When the time comes, my mother and concubine will blow the pillow
Feng, what do you think Mu Chen will do?"
"I'll make the arrangements right away." Qing Gui left the room, his eyes filled with coldness. Feng Chuyi couldn't die before the demon soldiers had finished practicing. It seemed that the progress had to be accelerated.
"Eh, eh, have you heard? They are still cleaning up over there now. The death of the third prince was really miserable, his flesh and blood were all bloody, and all his blood had been drained. The people of the Song family were really ruthless."
The two little girls were whispering when suddenly there was a loud push on the door behind them, with a sharp roar: "What are you talking about? What happened to the Third Prince?"
The two little girls were still relatively timid and quickly knelt on the ground: "Empress, the third, third prince assassinated the emperor at tonight's celebration banquet, and was, was laid to death in the main hall."
Su Wan looked a little dazed, as if she couldn't believe what she heard: "Say it again, what?"
"The third prince assassinated the emperor and was executed in the main hall." The palace maid repeated it again, and these words were like a magic voice that entered Su Wan's mind.
"Ze'er, Ze'er is dead." Su Wan's originally pale face turned even paler, she took two steps back and suddenly collapsed on the ground.
"Ze'er, how could you assassinate the emperor? Impossible, impossible." Su Wan was in a trance at this moment.
Shaking, now only those words are captured in my mind: "Song family, it was the Song family who killed my son."
The two palace ladies lowered their heads: "Yes, it was someone from the Song family who gave the third prince a fatal blow."
"Ahhhhh, Ze'er." Su Wan burst into tears and lay on the ground with an extremely painful expression.
There was endless hatred in his eyes, his fists were clenched tightly, and even his nails dug into his hands, and even traces of blood oozed out, but he couldn't feel the pain at all: "Song family, Song Yu, I, Su Wan, have nothing to do with you."
"Poison." Feng Wu's voice came from the yard. She originally wanted to follow, but Dongfang Zhi stopped her and said she was not suitable to appear.
As a result, I missed such a good show.
"Yes, I think that poison looks like the poison that controls people in the book you wrote, miss."
Xiaopang didn't understand this, so he just described the symptoms.
"What?" Feng Wu frowned when he heard what he said: "The one I wrote."