"what happened?"
Song Huan was confused, so he found Xiao Lingzi and asked sternly.
Xiao Lingzi's face was full of grief, and he immediately fell to his knees with a thump and kowtowed to Song Huan several times.
"Your Highness!"
"Cuimei, she..."
"she……"
"She lost her footing and fell into a dry well. When I found her this morning, her body was already hard..."
Song Huan only felt a "buzzing" in his ears, and his brain felt dizzy!
Cuimei she...
died?
The little girl who was alive and kicking last night turned into a cold corpse this morning?
Song Huan couldn't believe it: "Where is she now?"
Xiao Lingzi raised her hand to wipe the tears on her face: "Back to Your Highness, Cuimei is parked in the house next to the woodshed in the backyard, waiting for you to come back so that Cuimei can be buried..."
Before Xiao Lingzi finished speaking, Song Huan had already rushed out of the door!
Since living in Daliang for more than a month, Cuimei has been taking care of Song Huan's daily life.
Although she was Song Huan's personal maid, Song Huan never regarded her as a palace maid or a servant!
To Song Huan, Cuimei was like his sister, so lively and cute, yet so simple and virtuous.
Song Huan refused to believe it no matter what, Cuimei, who had always been cheerful and generous, actually said she was no longer here!
"Squeak——"
Song Huan ignored the obstruction of the servants and pushed open the small wooden door of the backyard room.
He stepped forward and reached out to lift up the white cloth on the hard bed.
Under the white cloth, Cuimei's face was even paler than the white cloth.
The girl with a bright smile in the past has now turned into a cold body.
Song Huan couldn't accept this fact!
"Tell me what is going on!"
"Who discovered it this morning?"
A little palace maid knelt beside Song Huan's legs, wiping her tears and sobbing: "Your Highness, this servant was sweeping the floor in the yard this morning and found several traces outside the dry well, which looked strange!"
"The slave bravely took a look into the well and saw the body of Cuimei Girl lying in the well. It seemed that she had lost her breath a long time ago..."
The palace maid seemed to remember the tragic situation of the green eyebrows in the dry well, and couldn't help but burst into tears.
Song Huan turned his attention to the little palace maid who was waiting for him to get up this morning: "You!"
"You told me this morning that Cuimei was resting due to the cold, but did you see her resting?"
Seeing Song Huan's terrifying look of splitting eyes, the little palace maid was almost frightened, and immediately her body went limp and fell to the ground.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, I have never seen this with my own eyes!"
"I heard this from others too..."
After saying that, the little palace maid turned her attention to Zhang Binghe, who was standing aside with his head bowed.
Zhang Binghe did not expect that the death of just a palace maid would cause such a strong reaction from the fourth prince!
Under Song Huan's suffocating gaze, Zhang Binghe had no choice but to bite the bullet and take a step forward.
"Your Highness, when Miss Cuimei found Wei Chen last night, she already had signs of high fever."
"When Wei Chen saw that Miss Cuimei had a severe fever, he boiled some medicine for her and asked her to drink it while it was hot."
"Maybe the antipyretic medicine contains sleeping ingredients. Miss Cuimei woke up at night and stumbled onto a dry well, lost her footing and fell in..."
impossible!
Cuimei is so smart and smart, would she just slip and fall into the well?
So sloppy!
not to mention……
"It was Cuimei who helped me fall asleep last night. When she left, she was clearly in high spirits and there was no sign of cold or fever at all!"
"Why did it come into your mouth that Cuimei was infected with cold and had a high fever?"
The little palace maid cried: "Yesterday afternoon, Miss Cuimei coughed several times, which seemed to be a sign of cold..."
However, no matter how others persuaded him, Song Huan was not willing to believe it at all, let alone accept the fact that Cuimei died like this!
"All of you, please get out of here..."
"go out!"
Song Huan usually treated his servants very kindly. Even if a maid or eunuch accidentally made a mistake, Song Huan would never punish him severely.
They have never seen Song Huan look so stern. At this moment, all the slaves finally felt the domineering and majestic power of Song Huan as Prince Rong!
For a moment, everyone was silent, not daring to say another word.
I'm just afraid that if I say something wrong, I'll make Prince Rong furious!
After the minions dispersed, not long after, a black figure quietly appeared in the room.
"Your Highness, people cannot be resurrected after death. I'm so sorry!"
After Huo Qi reminded him, Song Huan realized that his eyes were filled with tears.
Song Huan was originally a person who valued emotions, not to mention that he had a vague feeling that Cuimei's death was particularly strange!
If it weren't for following her master, who was hated by many people, Cuimei might not have died.
Maybe she will wait until she is old enough to be released from the palace, find a husband, and live a happy life.
Maybe she will be taken as a concubine by the master who serves her, and she will live a safe and worry-free life.
Maybe……
But now, there are not so many possibilities.
Song Huan suddenly came to his senses, with a little sadness in his eyes.
"Where did Cuimei go after she left my king's bedroom last night?"
Huo Qidao: "My subordinates did see that Miss Cuimei followed the imperial doctor to the medical clinic, and it seems that she did drink the medicine."
"As for what the two of them said, my subordinate was too far away and didn't hear clearly."
"Please forgive me, Your Highness!"
Song Huan shook his head: "You are only responsible for my safety. Cuimei is far away. If you didn't notice, I can't blame you."
"Huo Qi, everyone says this is just the death of a palace maid."
"She's just a palace maid, I don't need to care about her, let alone worry about her!"
"But Huo Qi, she is a living person beside me, a living life!"
"Can I really ignore it and not care at all?"
"If that's the case, can I still be considered a human being with feelings?"
Looking at Song Huan who was a little sad, Huo Qidao was quite shocked.
As a shadow guard, he is more like a cold and emotionless killing machine than a bodyguard.
As long as the master gives an order, no matter who's life is involved or what is an impossible task, I must complete it even if I try my best!
After so many years, in Huo Qidao's life, there is only one word "obedience".
This was the first time that he understood what it means to be a "human being with feelings" from the Fourth Prince!
He looked straight at Song Huan, and the ice in his heart seemed to have begun to melt.
Finally, he made up his mind and said to Song Huan: "Your Highness, I actually have something to tell you..."
