At this time, Zhu Biao seemed to suddenly wake up and exclaimed: "Father, no."
Lao Zhu glanced at Zhu Biao coldly and asked, "What? Do you want to plead for her?"
Although Zhu Biao was also devastated, he was also unwilling to see his father killing innocent people indiscriminately.
Bracing his scalp, he said: "Father, if the death of Xiongying has anything to do with her, I will certainly cut her into pieces, and it will be difficult to express my hatred. But if this matter has nothing to do with her, I will just kill her like this." , wouldn’t it mean that she died unjustly? She took care of Xiongying’s daily life, and there was no merit but hard work.”
Lao Zhu's eyes widened and he asked sternly: "You don't want her to die unjustly, do you want your own son to die inexplicably? Since she is taking care of my grandson, and my grandson is gone, then what? Even if she has no fault, it is still a sin.”
But no matter how fierce Lao Zhu was, Zhu Biao just persisted and refused to take a step back.
In the end, Lao Zhu saw that Zhu Biao had suffered a blow today and did not continue the stalemate with Zhu Biao.
"Imperial doctor!" Lao Zhu was filled with anger and could not vent.
But no matter what, we still need to find out the cause of his grandson's death first.
"Back to the emperor, Wei Chen has checked His Highness Taisun's whole body and found no injuries. Therefore, whether it was a sudden illness or other reasons, Wei Chen dare not say for sure." An old man with all white hair on his back Holding a wooden box, he knelt on the ground and replied tremblingly.
The meaning is very clear. Even the imperial doctor does not know the cause of death of His Highness Taisun, or he cannot tell. He didn't know if saying this would anger the emperor, but he could only tell the truth.
Because, telling the truth may still have a chance of survival, but making things up will lead to death.
His grandson died, and his death was so mysterious that even the imperial doctor couldn't find the reason.
Died of a sudden illness? Can such an excuse be used to excuse me? If an elderly person suddenly becomes seriously ill, that is still possible. But his grandson is only seven years old, and no one would believe that a seven-year-old child is suddenly ill.
How can this make Lao Zhu not angry? But Lao Zhu still had a sense of clarity in his heart. It was not the time to get angry yet. The most important thing now was to find out the cause of his grandson's death.
"Mao Xiang."
"I'm here!" Mao Xiang really didn't want to get involved in this matter.
As long as they don't stick together, no matter what the outcome of this matter is, it has nothing to do with him, Mao Xiang. Unfortunately, things always backfired. The emperor ordered him, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet.
Mao Xiang stepped forward and lifted up the quilt. After inspecting it carefully, he returned to the emperor.
"Say." Old Zhu said in a deep voice with his hair and beard spread out.
Mao Xiang knelt on the ground and replied: "Your Majesty, I forgive you for your incompetence. I can't find the reason."
Lao Zhu stared at Mao Xiang, and after a moment, he said word by word: "You are indeed incompetent!"
When Mao Xiang heard this, he suddenly trembled and felt despair. He knew what the emperor meant. When something like this happened, as the emperor's eyes and ears, he didn't even have any news. What else could it be if he wasn't incompetent?
And what will happen to an incompetent and useless person? Mao Xiangke had seen too many with his own eyes. He couldn't imagine what would happen to him if he fell into that situation.
Mao Xiang, who was frightened, turned pale, moved his lips and said: "Your Majesty, although I can't see the reason, Han Du can definitely see it."
After Mao Xiang said this, Lao Zhu also thought of Han Du.
Han Du does have different insights into how to deal with ghosts.
"Summon Han Du into the palace." Lao Zhu gave the order directly without hesitation.
Mao Xiang finally breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that the emperor had adopted his suggestion. His life was saved. As for whether Han Du could see anything or how he would be punished by the emperor, Mao Xiang couldn't care less.
Han Du was still in the shop discussing with Xiong Ting how to decorate the shop, when the eunuch dragged him to the palace without saying a word. When asked what was going on that made them so anxious, they didn't say anything and kept their mouths shut one by one as if they had grown together.
Something earth-shattering must have happened, otherwise these eunuchs would not be so silent.
Han Du suddenly had a suspicion in his mind, and he also felt a little worried about being summoned into the palace in a hurry. No matter what kind of thing it was, Han Du had no idea of getting involved.
When Han Du came to the palace, he saw Lao Zhu's face full of anger. Zhu Biao was inexplicably sad and couldn't help but feel a little in his heart. This might be a big trouble.
However, there is no way to hide now. I can only take one step at a time and say, "Your Majesty, Han Du, pays homage to His Majesty, His Highness the Crown Prince."
"My eldest son, Sun Zhen, is here."
a bolt from the blue!
Han Du raised his head instantly, unable to believe that he could hear such words from Lao Zhu. Is your eldest grandson Zhu Yunzhen? Could it be that Zhu Yunwen died?
Is this the butterfly effect? His arrival actually caused such a big change in history, so Zhu Yunwen, who would become emperor in the future, died like this?
However, even if Zhu Yunwen died, it had nothing to do with him? Why did you summon yourself here in such a hurry?
"The imperial doctor said that he died suddenly, but I don't believe it. I don't believe that my grandson who was alive and kicking yesterday is gone today." Lao Zhu roared and vented. "Don't you know a lot about hidden ghost methods? If you check them carefully for me, if you find out, I will cut them into thousands of pieces to relieve the hatred in my heart."
If I accuse them, they will be found out and their bodies will be cut into thousands of pieces. If they are not found out, will they cut me into pieces?
Han Du felt very sad.
Also, that bitch spread rumors that I am proficient in ghost tricks? Let me know, you can't kill him, but you dare to trick me like this. As Han Du thought about it, he secretly glanced at him with his peripheral vision, and happened to find that Mao Xiang didn't dare to look at him as if he was running away.
It's you, definitely you Mao Xiang.
Han Du secretly made a note of Mao Xiang. Now was not the time to argue with him. It was better to obey Lao Zhu's instructions first.
When Han Du passed by Zhu Biao, he greeted him and said, "Your Highness is deeply saddened by his injury. Please forgive me."
"I know, Xiongying, hey..." Zhu Biao wanted to say something, but didn't know how to say it, so he could only lament.
Hero? Zhu Xiongying?
Isn't it Zhu Yunwen?
Han Du kept the information secret for a few times, then went straight to the bed and looked at the child who was lying on the bed silently. He was gone at such a young age, and Han Du felt sad even as he stood here. The originally delicate facial features were twisted together. No matter how you looked at it, it looked like you were frightened.
In other words, he died of fear.
