Now that the needle has been touched, the thing must have been successfully inserted by Broken Jade.
Concubine Chen smiled and said, "This box only hides threads, not needles. How could Zhaoyi get pricked in her hand?"
After saying that, she glanced at Aunt Hou, who wanted to pull Scarlett to stand up: "Empress Zhaoyi doesn't have to deal with such a small matter herself, let me do it."
Zhu Scarlett gently hooked a ball of thread with her little finger and stood up: "The Queen Mother will still love me."
The next moment, the silk thread was entangled with the silk thread, and they were wrapped around each other. Zhu Sijia was brought up together, and the two witchcraft villains buried under the silk thread and full of needles also appeared in the sky. Zhu Sijia was the first to scream loudly:
"ah--"
Aunt Hou was so frightened that her face turned pale, and Mrs. Chen still didn't know why. Suiyu and Xin'er quickly went into the palace to investigate. Xin'er saw the strange doll in the box at a glance, and followed Zhu Sijia and screamed:
"Someone, help!"
Mrs. Chen hurriedly came closer to check. When she saw what was in the box, she almost fainted from fright: "This, this..."
Zhu Sijia directly twisted the silk thread in her hand into a ball and smashed it on the ground:
"Mrs. Chen, why don't you explain what's going on? The art of witchcraft is taboo in the palace! Suiyu, go and notify the Imperial Army!"
Concubine Chen was panic-stricken: "Zhaoyi, this is definitely not from my Yuxiu Palace. Someone must have deliberately framed it."
Suiyu ignored it, notified the nearby forbidden troops and ran directly towards the Tai Chi Palace.
The Imperial Army soon surrounded Yuxiu Palace.
Ignoring the pain of being pricked by needles, Zhu Sijia grabbed a doll and held it in her hand to examine. Yan Xiu's birth date was written on it in cinnabar, and needles were inserted into the little man's forehead and chest.
She held the little figure hard, and with a trembling voice, she asked Mrs. Chen sternly:
"I and your majesty treat you well, why do you want to curse the king of a country!"
Concubine Chen and Aunt Hou both knelt down and begged: "Empress Zhaoyi, if you give me ten thousand courages, I won't even dare to——"
Zhu Sijia: "Shut up! Mrs. Chen, you cannot escape the death penalty. Now save your strength and save your body in front of His Majesty."
…
A moment later, Yan Xiu and his men hurried to Yuxiu Palace. He was only wearing a middle coat with a cloak casually tied around it.
He was sleeping deeply just now, but Hu Shunhai had the audacity to go into the dormitory to report, saying that he wanted to see Suiyu.
Yan Xiu was already upset, and when he heard the word broken jade, he got a headache. He was also worried about what happened to Zhu Sijia, so he stood up forcefully: "Let him get out."
As soon as Suiyu entered the bedroom, she hurriedly reported before she could kneel down: "Your Majesty, the empress discovered that Concubine Chen was practicing witchcraft in Yuxiu Palace."
Yan Xiu felt as if he had been struck by lightning, and all his symptoms disappeared instantly: "Come with me."
Arriving at Yuxiu Palace, the unconscious Concubine Chen and the palace attendants were detained by the Imperial Army.
Zhu Sijia was sitting on the main seat, with blood oozing from her hands. When she saw Yan Xiu, she was even more excited: "Your Majesty, Mrs. Chen wants to harm you."
Yan Xiu's heart tightened, and he strode forward to sit with her. He didn't even care about the two dolls on the table. Instead, he took her hand and blew continuously:
"What's wrong with the hand? I'll call the imperial doctor."
Zhu Sijia shook her head: "It's okay, I just got pricked by the needle on the doll. Your Majesty, you see, these two dolls were found from the Yuxiu Palace warehouse. They have the birthdays and horoscopes of you and the Queen Mother on them."
After that, she revealed the whole story of today to Yan Xiu word for word. Xin'er on the side kept nodding to prove it for her.
She had already pulled out the needles on the doll one by one, leaving behind two small bright red words, which were even more eye-catching.
Yan Xiu rubbed her hand and lowered his lashes to look at it. With just a glance, he recognized the handwriting on it.
"Come here." Yan Xiu almost smashed the corner of the table with one punch, "Go to Prince Yi's Mansion and bring Prince Yi into the palace!"
Concubine Chen was frightened awake by Yan Xiu's actions. When she heard that he was going to arrest people in Prince Yi's Mansion, she almost fainted again. She begged for mercy:
"Your Majesty - Your Majesty, I beg you, you must investigate this matter strictly. This matter has nothing to do with King Yi."
Yan Xiu glanced at her coldly, as if he wanted to see through her soul, and his voice was frighteningly low: "If King Yi doesn't obey, he will be killed on the spot!"
Prince Yi's Mansion.
When Bai Heng led his troops to surround Prince Yi's Mansion, Yan Xing hosted a banquet in the mansion and invited more than a hundred Taixue students to hold a poetry gathering at his mansion.
Hearing about this, Yan Xing showed no fear on his face, and his students were all anxious for him:
"My lord, you must not enter the palace, otherwise you will die."
Yan Xing met Bai Heng's eyes calmly: "Master Bai, witchcraft is no child's play. I have not been in the palace for a long time. How can I have the opportunity to cast a curse that is detrimental to His Majesty?"
Bai Heng didn't want to tangle with him anymore, and snorted coldly: "Your Majesty said that if the prince does not comply, he can execute the law on the spot, and the archers are ready!"
"Let's see who dares!" The one yelling was Yan Xing's most proud student. He stood in front of Yan Xing. "If you want to kill the prince, Master Bai, please kill me first."
Bai Heng was so angry with him. The person in front of him was not only Yan Xing's most valued disciple, but also Yan Xiu had praised him during the literary examination for his qualities as Prime Minister Li. He really didn't dare to act rashly.
The other students were moved by him and swarmed to the front, stopping Yan Xing one by one and shouting at Bai Heng:
"That's right! If you want to kill the prince, you should step over our corpses first."
Your Majesty spent several months working hard on the matter of Imperial College before he personally selected this group of top students among the students. If he killed them easily, the consequences would be disastrous.
Bai Heng: "In that case, I would like to ask the prince to accompany you to the palace, otherwise I may not take the lives of students like you in my eyes."
Yan Xing walked out from behind the crowd and whispered in a gentle voice that remained unchanged for thousands of years: "Okay, but Mr. Bai keeps his word. After I leave the palace, I will let them go."
Bai Heng nodded, but unexpectedly, the students still refused: "Sir, do you really think we are fools? The prince will never come back, so we will follow the prince into the palace to ask for his life!"
…
When Yan Xing arrived at the Yuxiu Palace, the main hall was stained with the blood of the palace residents. Several palace residents were beaten to pieces and lay dying on the ground. It is not difficult to imagine the torture they had just experienced at the hands of Yan Xiu.
Zhu Sijia returned to Changle Palace before he entered the palace.
There were only two people, Yan Xiu and Fu Zhu, in the main hall.
Yan Xing knelt down and said bluntly without even doing the courtesy: "Brother Emperor, this matter has nothing to do with my brother or the concubine. Since Mr. Fu is here, Brother Emperor is wise, please—"
There was a "click", before Yan Xing finished speaking, two dolls were thrown into his face by Yan Xiu, who sneered:
"Yan Yuanzhi, look carefully, the writing on it is your own handwriting!"
Yan Xing lowered his head and gave the same light glance. He immediately understood everything today.
Zhu Scarlett came to collect debt from him.
He killed so many people last time and tried every means to take her out of the palace, but she finally found out. Now, she is making the most violent counterattack.
The handwriting does indeed look like his, and outsiders would also conclude that it must be him. But in his previous life, he held her hand and taught her how to draw it stroke by stroke. No matter how similar the handwriting was, it was not his. How could he not recognize it?
Yan Xiu: "Now that things have come to this, how can you still argue? For the sake of your relationship with my brother, I allow you to die as a prince."
