"The queen is wise."
The Eighth Prince lowered his head, bowed slowly, and saluted. Then in a hoarse voice, he said word by word: "My son, I have nothing to say."
The queen twitched her lips, not sure whether it was relief or sarcasm, she just said: "This is the best."
After that, she turned and left.
The servants quickly followed.
After a while, the room became quiet, and only the sound of shallow breathing could be heard. Yun Chuyao quietly looked at the eighth prince who maintained a saluting posture and didn't move even from beginning to end. She sighed softly and said: Jinmei and the others said, "You all should go down too."
"Here."
The maids responded and stepped back one after another.
After they had gone far, Yun Chuyao walked up to the eighth prince, knelt down, patted the eighth prince's shoulder gently, and said as gently as possible: "Everyone is gone, so you can cry if you want. "
The Eighth Prince stiffened slightly.
But still it didn't move.
Yun Chuyao sighed in her heart, then straightened up and said to him: "I think you feel uncomfortable when I'm here. Then when I go out, you can cry again and vent your sadness, and you will feel better." .”
After saying that, she paused and said, "Wang Changzai doesn't want to see you so sad."
"...Sister Princess."
After a long time, the Eighth Prince finally said in a hoarse voice: "I won't cry anymore."
He must have cried a lot, his eyes were swollen and his voice was extremely hoarse. There was sadness, sorrow, and a hint of cruelty in his dark eyes that he himself could not detect.
Yun Chuyao suddenly realized.
She had previously thought that he was too sad to raise his head, but now thinking about it, he was probably worried that the moment he raised his eyes, others would notice the hatred in his heart, right?
This is also normal.
His biological mother was killed, but he couldn't kill the enemy with his own hands. How could he not hate her?
"Then cheer up," Yun Chuyao looked at him and said slowly, "Wang Chang Zai's revenge is still waiting for you to avenge him."
"Sister Huang means-"
The Eighth Prince suddenly raised his head, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, but the next second, he thought of something again, he quickly lowered his head, forced himself to calm down, and said: "Didn't the Queen Mother say that the death of the Queen Mother was just an accident?"
Yun Chuyao raised her eyebrows: "Do you believe it?"
letter?
Of course he doesn't believe it!
How could it be such a coincidence? The imperial sister gave Clivia to her front legs, the Royal Hospital replaced her legs with Jingtan incense, and even the mother-in-law’s bedside was prepared with gold cakes. Didn’t all of this just want the mother-in-law to swallow gold and die!
How could it be a coincidence!
Even if it is a coincidence! He, Yun Yancheng, will not let them go! His mother-in-law must not die in vain! Want revenge! To be buried with him!
The Eighth Prince clenched his teeth, his black eyes full of anger, but he held it back and did not reveal any hatred. He only had red eyes and sobbed: "Sister Huang, I don't believe it, but the Queen Mother …”
"Since you don't believe it, why don't you go check it out?" Yun Chuyao paused and then said, "But Xiaoba, you have to understand that many times what you see with your own eyes may not be the truth."
The Eighth Prince's body was slightly stiff, but his eyes were bright and watery, like an innocent deer. He said in a daze: "Sister Huang, I don't understand what you mean."
Yun Chuyao looked at him deeply.
"That's all."
She stood up: "I still have something to do, so I'm going to take a step first. If you need help, you can send a message to Changle Palace at will."
After saying that, she didn't mean to say anything more and turned to leave.
"Sister Royal!"
The Eighth Prince suddenly spoke up!
Yun Chuyao's footsteps paused.
"Jun, Clivia."
He opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse and dry, and before he could finish a sentence, his eye circles turned red. He couldn't hide his sobs and said, "Clivia, it's not Sister Huang's fault. Sister Huang, don't blame yourself."
Yun Chuyao slowly closed her eyes.
I can't tell whether I am more helpless or disappointed.
But she still agreed to him.
The Eighth Prince breathed a long sigh of relief, and his tense body relaxed slightly. When Yun Chuyao walked away, he lowered his eyes and repeated Yun Chuyao's words softly: "...Don't believe in yourself. Eyes?"
After a long time, his vague murmur came from the empty room.
"Yue, Yao?"
——
On the other side, Yun Chuyao took several of her personal maids and walked towards the Changle Palace. Because it was just after the rain, there was still some water on the ground, so they walked very slowly. It took only a stick of incense to reach them. Enter the main hall.
As soon as she entered the door, Jinmei exhaled and said angrily: "Your Highness, is this the case with Wang Changzai?"
"Will not."
Yun Chuyao shook his head: "The Eighth Emperor will not let the murderer go."
Jinmei nodded thoughtfully and added: "But having said that, the Eighth Prince still knows how to distinguish between good and bad, and knows how to repay kindness. Just now, the slaves heard what he said outside the door. If you blame yourself!"
Yun Chuyao sighed.
He said this just to hide that he saw the words "Yue and Yao" embroidered on the tiger-head shoes.
After all, he also doubted himself.
Although Yun Chuyao didn't get along with the Eighth Prince much, she knew that he had a vengeful character. Even if he knew that Wang Changzai's death had nothing to do with him, he would still hate him because of that Clivia plant.
After all, he really does hold a grudge.
In his previous life, after he gained power, all those who had bullied him, insulted Wang Changzai, or even chosen to sit on the sidelines were retaliated by him. Half of the palace was purged by him. Would such a person not hate himself?
I'm afraid not.
Who made the person behind it come for him?
What Wang Changzai suffered was an unreasonable disaster!
Yun Chuyao lowered her eyes.
"Your Highness, Your Highness."
Jinmei glanced at Yun Chuyao and then said cautiously: "Then who do you think will be the murderer?"
As she said this, she herself began to wonder: "Wang Chang stays in his palace every day without even leaving the door. Who will he offend? It's really confusing."
"Did Concubine Xian do anything?"
Yun Chuyao suddenly asked.
"Concubine Xian, Concubine Xian?" Jinmei was stunned for a moment, and then she realized something, and her heart trembled, and she said, "As for your highness, Concubine Xian has never left Zhongcui Palace these days, and she seems to have stopped."
After speaking, she paused: "However, the people in her palace can come and go freely, and there is also a maid who has been to the Imperial Hospital."
Sure enough it was her.
Yun Chuyao's eyes were slightly cold.
Who else could a person who hates herself and still knows about her life experience be but a virtuous concubine? Oh, no, she not only hates herself, but also the queen and the prince.
It's just that compared to the queen and the prince, he is weak and weak, so it is easiest for her to take action.
"Keep staring at her," Yun Chuyao took a sip of tea and said slowly, "If the news is correct, remember to pass it on to Xiaoba, I think he needs it."
"Here!"
Jinmei bowed her head in response.
