His fingertips poked through the black clothes, revealing dots of patterns inside, and he glanced drunkenly: Maple Leaf tissue.
Is it the Qiang Yexing's fault again?
"It's over, Your Majesty, I'll kill your lover." Shen Zui stopped his hand in a domineering yet elegant manner, took out a handkerchief and gently wiped his fingertips stained with the woman's blood.
Just from those eyes, Shen Jui knew who she was. She was charming but not charming, Maple Leaf's top killer Yun.
Looking at it from such a close distance, it looks exactly like Feng Daiyun's eyes. A gentle sniff with the nose reveals that she doesn't smell like Feng Daiyun's ostentatious rouge.
Qiang Ceyan stepped forward, took the handkerchief from Shen Jun's hand, and wiped Shen Jun's hands. He retorted in a dull tone: "I don't have a lover."
"Damn it, subordinate, you're late." An Yi smelled the smell of blood and could no longer worry about whether his master was having fun, so he rushed over immediately.
But he saw that the masked man had fallen to the ground, and his master was waiting for the prime minister to wipe his hands. An Yi didn't get over this scene.
Shen Jiong stopped her hand and said the truth: "Your Concubine Feng was killed by the truth."
An Yi stepped forward and lifted the mask of the man in black, and it turned out to be Feng Daiyun, Feng Guifei.
Qiang Ceyan was stunned. Seeing Shen Jui like this, he was no longer so confident that the emperor would not do anything to him.
But in fact, the emperor was surprised. He was surprised that the prime minister could say so casually that he had killed the woman he loved.
Doesn't he like Feng Daiyun very much?
"The humble job is still on her, and this was found." An Yi came forward with a pink round-bellied bottle.
Seeing that the emperor was so shocked by the facts, Shen Jun stepped forward to take the bottle from the secret guard with a sad heart.
Open it and take a gentle sniff. Shen Yue sneers: "It turns out this is not an assassin, but a little love affair between Concubine Feng and the emperor, right? It's Wei Chen who has no vision and delayed your meeting. Wei Chen deserves to be damned!"
"No." Qiang Ceyan finally came to his senses. He stepped forward and clasped Shen Ji's hand, took a deep breath, and asked with great difficulty: "Aren't you... sad?"
In order to protect himself, he killed the woman he loved most. He should be very sad, but as a minister, he had to protect you.
Will the relationship between them always stop with the relationship between monarch and minister?
"Why should I be sad? Is it because I like you, so you are sad because of the death of your noble concubine, and I should be sad too, right?" Shen Jun stared at the emperor with cold eyes, and pushed his hand away.
"Are you happy with me?" Qiang Ceyan received too much stimulation tonight, "No, aren't you happy with Feng Daiyun?"
"Have I ever been so happy as Feng Daiyun?" Shen Jun asked back.
Qiang Ceyan couldn't tell at all, and Shen Zui's appearance didn't look fake. Could it be that he had never been happy with Feng Daiyun, so he accepted Feng Daiyun as his concubine in order to make Feng Daiyun leave the prime minister's side. Wasn't this a conspiracy? All in vain?
"How about..." An Yi, who had always been a little embarrassed at the side, made a suggestion: "You should dispose of the body first?"
Qiang Ceyan endured his excitement, looked at the corpse, his eyes gradually narrowed and said: "Yeah."
After An Yi went out, Shen Xing followed him out, but Qiang Ceyan definitely couldn't let Shen Xing go out. He didn't fully understand what he said.
"You can't leave."
Shen Jiu turned around and hammered the mahogany door with his fist, "Why, I just killed her. If you want me to die, I have to die. This is how you want to deal with me."
The mahogany door was more than twice as tall as Shen Jiong's, but it trembled and completely shattered under Shen Jiong's fist.