He Yuting told Princess Changqing that Lu Wenzheng might be unjustly accused.
"Really? If Lu Wen is correct and unjust, then our Lin'er is even more innocent!..."
Princess Chang Qing's eyes turned around, and she said with surprise and joy: "Consort, please think of a way to solve this case. Only in this way can we give justice to the prince who died in vain, and can also clear up Lu Wen's grievances and help our Lin'er. Get out of trouble!"...
He Yuting sighed: "If you want to solve this case, it is far from enough to rely on the strength of one person. Just like Zhichao, no matter how capable he is, he can't stand alone! Doesn't he need the support of others? Doesn't he need someone to help him make suggestions?
"And on our side, it was precisely because of the lack of strong personal and material evidence that the progress of the case was at a deadlock. Therefore, this matter requires our joint efforts and Zhichao's cooperation - only when everyone works together to come up with good strategies , Only then can we hope to find out the truth of the matter and clear the name of those innocent people who have been wronged."
"Really?" Princess Changqing frowned slightly, and there was a hint of misty water in her blurred eyes.
"Can't you even believe my words?" He Yuting said solemnly: "By the way, did Zhichao say anything else that night?"
Princess Chang Qing said: "He also said that he would like to invite you and Prince Jinling to introduce you to the palace together to meet the Holy Emperor and explain the whole matter clearly in front of the Holy Emperor."
He Yuting's eyes flashed, "Did he really say that?..."
"Yes, Prince Consort, is there anything wrong?..." Princess Chang Qing said nervously.
"Where," He Yuting said, "This child really hits the mark. He is indeed my son, He Yuting. He is very quick in mind! Come to him quickly and let's discuss the next move together."
Princess Chang Qing looked at him with longing eyes, her voice choked up, "I know that my husband still cares for his son at the critical moment."...
outside the city. In the yard of the remote and simple thatched house that Du Zhenghai rented, Ling Yun finally received the flying pigeon letter sent by Princess Chang Qing from the Marquis's Mansion.
The book said that she had told He Yuting what happened that night, and asked him to return to the mansion immediately to discuss strategies to investigate the prince's case and avenge Lu Wenzheng's grievances.
Ling Yun returned to his room and simply packed his luggage, then put on his sword and put on his hood.
At that time, Du Zhenghai was out for business and had not returned yet.
Ling Yun pondered for a moment, then picked up his pen and wrote a message, briefly explaining his whereabouts and asking him not to worry about it. If nothing unexpected happened, he could return to Yunyun tomorrow morning.
After writing, he pressed the message with an inkstone and placed it in a conspicuous place on the desk, then closed the door and turned away.
It was already dark and the moon was in the sky. The Jin Pavilion in the Marquis Mansion is still brightly lit.
Princess Changqing paced back and forth in the room restlessly.
Although He Yuting was unsure, he still comforted her softly. Although he was in a conflicting mood at this time, occasionally a trace of complex emotions that was difficult to detect appeared on his face, but they disappeared quickly...
At this moment, the door rang slightly and opened; Ling Yun stepped in and then closed the door again.
He Yuting and Princess Chang Qing were both refreshed and hurriedly took two steps forward to greet them.
Princess Chang Qing rushed forward with almost staggering steps, hugged her beloved son in her arms, and broke down in tears before she could speak.
Who can understand a mother's deep love for her beloved child?
It took them a long time to come back to their senses. Ling Yun put on his clothes and bowed respectfully to his parents.
He Yuting said with a smile: "We are all members of our own family, so there is no need to be formal." Then he turned back and told the butler He Luwei to quickly prepare the food and drinks.
Ling Yun raised his lips and smiled calmly: "No need, I've already had dinner."
Princess Chang Qing looked at him with pure and sweet eyes, and said angrily: "Why are you so polite to your parents? Ever since the incident in the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of Justice that day, you probably haven't had a warm and safe meal for a long time, right? Now that I'm back, It’s time to relax at home.”
While they were talking, food and wine were already served.
After sitting down, He Yuting said: "Zhichao, don't leave when you come back this time. There is a lot of noise outside now, arrest documents can be seen everywhere, and people say that the most dangerous place is the safest place.
"Although our Marquis' Mansion is under the emperor's nose, firstly, they would never dream of you being here; secondly, who dares to come here to act wild? Therefore, you must promise me and your mother to live in peace first Don’t go anywhere here.”
Princess Changqing also said yes repeatedly.
Ling Yun said: "My father and mother are very considerate of me, but now Mr. Lu is in jail and his life is at stake. My child is also involved in the case, and I have no excuses. How can I stay here with peace of mind?"
The corner of He Yuting's mouth curled up slightly, "Who said I don't want you to investigate the case and rescue Mr. Lu? Didn't your mother tell you in the letter that letting you live in the house is just to make it easier for us to discuss good strategies together? Let’s work together to investigate this case.”
"Dad, are you telling the truth?"
He Yuting's eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a bit of softness and affection between his eyebrows. "Of course, you can suspect that everything in the world is fake; but you should believe that all parents in the world have a sincere heart for their children. That is The most true!"
"Dad..." At that moment, Ling Yun felt as if something like a ball of cotton was being choked in his throat. It took a long time for him to calm down his turbulent mood.
Looking at his son's expression on the verge of tears, He Yuting's heart throbbed uncontrollably.
"That's right, Dad," Ling Yun frowned slightly and said in deep thought: "Just now, my mother told me in Fei Ge's letter that you have agreed to the suggestion put forward by the child, and joined hands with the Prince of Jinling to meet with the Holy Emperor and make a statement. The whole story of the prince’s case, as well as everything that happened in the prison afterwards, and then we ask the Holy One to judge right from wrong, right?”
"Of course!" He Yuting's expression was still very relaxed, "Zhichao, actually I just told your mother that the most direct and effective way is to meet the Holy One and state the facts! My son is indeed thoughtful. , to the point - Zhichao, as a father I support your ideas and practices."
Seeing that his idea was approved by his father, Ling Yun's originally worried heart finally relaxed.
He looked at his father with emotion, and there were faint waves of light surging in his clear eyes, "Dad, thank you..."
"Why are you talking about this to your father?..." He Yuting's voice was sultry, hiding a deep smile.
"Okay, let's not talk about this for now." He Yuting changed the topic.
He filled three glasses of wine and said to Ling Yun and Princess Chang Qing: "Come, let's drink this glass first so that our family can get together!"
The three of them raised their glasses and drank together.
Ling Yun put down the cup, looked at He Yuting with a bright look and said: "Dad, when do you plan to go to see Prince Jinling, and when do we go to see the Holy Master?"
He Yuting smiled and said: "Zhichao, look at how impatient you are, can't you wait even a moment?"
Ling Yun's face became gloomy, and he sighed softly: "It's too late, Mr. Lu is now in jail and suffering a lot; and at any time, there will be evil people with ulterior motives and plotting to do harm; the longer the time goes on, the more Mr. Lu will It’s a little more dangerous!”
"Really?..." He Yuting smiled softly. There seemed to be a strange color in his usually peaceful expression, and his expression became complicated and subtle.
This change in him gave Ling Yun an inexplicable feeling of panic.
He felt that his father's smile was a little weird, and he was so surprised that his eyes suddenly turned black and his head became dizzy.
He had subconsciously anticipated something, and struggled to stand up, but his body kept moving, and he slumped down on the chair again.
His eyes instantly shattered, he pointed at He Yuting with trembling hands, gritted his teeth and said: "You...you put poison in the cup..."
He Yuting sighed and said: Zhichao, don't blame me, I am too... There is nothing I can do! …”
Ling Yun almost said every word through his teeth: "Why - what - what?"
At that moment, he suddenly understood. He understood that this turned out to be an out-and-out trap, and the people who set the trap were his father and mother, who he relied on and trusted the most!
Just now, his father kept telling himself that all parents in the world have the most sincere love for their children - now that I think about it, this is really a huge irony!
At this time, he really regretted that he was too naive and imagined everything too simply.
In fact, sometimes the person who hurts you the most is often the person you trust and are closest to - it is not that he has never experienced such a heart-wrenching lesson before; and just a few days ago, Du Zhenghai also reminded him in a subtle way. , but why doesn’t he have a long memory?
At that moment, infinite regret overlapped repeatedly on his face, but he knew that it was already too late.
He reluctantly took a few steps forward, but he felt the world was spinning. He could no longer support his shaky body and fell softly to the ground.
Princess Chang Qing was also stunned by the scene in front of her. When she came back to her senses and wanted to question He Yuting, she felt dizzy in front of her, and all her consciousness gradually became blurred.
There was a low laugh outside the door, and two fit men strode in.
The man in front is in his thirties, dressed in black, eight feet tall, with a handsome face like a crown of jade, two sword-shaped eyebrows slanting into his temples, a pair of piercing eyes, a somewhat aquiline nose, slightly sunken corners of his mouth, and an angular face. The distinctly tough face further accentuated the powerful aura exuding from his body.
The person who came was none other than Li Ruiyun, the leader of the Tianxiao organization.
