Chen Jin had no evidence and relied solely on intuition.
He also believed in his intuition: "Mother, he was the assassin that day! You are covering him up!"
Sang Ning protected him and asked: "Stop talking nonsense, where is the evidence?"
Chen Jin lowered his head and fell silent.
Seeing his silence, Helan Yin felt that he was too sharp but not intelligent enough to kill the person with one blow before he came. Now that he had missed the opportunity, anything he said would only make him miserable.
He frowned, a little disappointed in him.
Chen Jin had been paying attention to the emperor's expression, and saw that he looked unhappy, as if he was disappointed with himself, and he was even sadder than his parents' death. He was extremely loyal to the emperor and never dared to disappoint him. He immediately kowtowed and said, "Your Majesty, please give me three days, and I will definitely be able to find evidence."
Seeing that he was about to lose his holy favor, he had to drag Yu Tan down at the risk of his life and future: "This person is suspected of assassinating Your Majesty and must be detained for strict investigation. I hope Your Majesty will be aware of it."
It has to be said that his death struggle deeply touched He Lanyin's heart: Yes, this person cannot be let go! As long as there is a reason to put him in jail, he can be eliminated without anyone noticing.
How could Sang Ning not see the plot of the master and the servant?
She would not let them get their way, and sneered: "What are you aware of? My brother has just arrived, and you have begun to persecute his personal bodyguards. Are you going to imprison him until death? The emperor of a country, disregarding human life, acts despicably— —”
She deliberately exaggerated the matter and unconsciously increased her voice. As a result, she couldn't keep up with her words and her vision went dark.
He Lanyin noticed her strangeness for the first time and hurriedly held her shoulders: "What's wrong with you?"
Sang Ning was so angry that he slapped his hand: "Get out! You just want to make me mad! He Lanyin, you will, you will get what you want!"
She lost the strength, her voice lowered and her words were broken: "Kill him! Kill me too! He Lanyin, you -"
She really had no strength left, so she closed her eyes and pretended to be dizzy.
"Sang Ning!"
"Princess!"
"Sangsang——"
…
There was chaos in the palace.
Only Feng Qiuhua was the calmest: "Your Majesty, she is pretending to be faint!"
She and He Lanhui stood together, tacitly understanding each other as silent spectators, but when they saw this, they couldn't stand it anymore - the acting of the demon concubine was too poor! Can they really not see it? Or are men happy to be blind in front of women?
He Lanyin was not only blind, but also deaf. He seemed not to hear her words, so he sent someone to call Feng Queyi.
Feng Queyi came in a hurry, panting slightly, with some sweat on his handsome face.
After he arrived, he didn't even salute the emperor. He checked Sang Ning's pulse immediately and confirmed that she was pretending to be faint, but he cooperated very well: "Your Majesty, your Majesty, I need to rest. Why bother your Majesty with trivial matters at the moment? I hope you will treat me as your Majesty." The body is the most important thing.”
The implication: There are so many people at the scene, they should be cleaned up soon! And about the assassin, don't bother her with it.
Helan Yin felt aggrieved when he heard this: This Feng Que is used to being a good person in front of the demon concubine!
He would not get what he wanted, so he ordered: "This matter is important, you handle it. Make sure to find out whether he is the assassin of Niangnianghe!"
He didn't believe that Feng Queyi could let this love rival go easily!
If he lets it go easily, he still has reason to find his fault and teach him a lesson!
He really doesn't like him lately!
Fengqueyi didn't know what the emperor was thinking. Suddenly something happened from the sky, and it was still a hot potato, but he didn't panic. He was even thinking: What would the demon concubine's attitude be if the assassin fell into his hands? Will she bow to him in order to protect him? Like acting coquettishly to the emperor? It would be nice if I could win her favor once or twice?
"Everyone, please step back."
He Lanyin made sure that Sang Ning was fine, so he rushed out: "Get out of here quickly."
"yes."
No one dared to disobey him face to face, so they all responded with a "yes" and retreated.
The guards escorted Yu Tan and left with Feng Queyi.
Sang Qi also followed, thinking about how to save Yu Tan's life.
Feng Qiuhua said goodbye to He Lanhui and went back to their respective places.
Chen Jin was still guarding outside the palace.
The ministers had already dispersed.
For a moment, Yuesang Palace became quiet.
Helan Yin thought about what Sang Ning had said before, so he took off his robe, thought about getting into bed and sleeping with her in his arms.
"Your Majesty! No! No!"
Luzhi happened to bring some medicinal food over, and when she saw him taking off his clothes, she thought he was going to take advantage of Sanning, so she started crying: "Your Majesty, please be merciful! Your Majesty is inconvenienced, and your Majesty can't act recklessly!"
Seeing her misunderstanding, He Lanyin frowned and didn't explain much. Instead, he stretched out his hand and said, "Give me the medicinal meal."
Luzhi didn't dare to delay, and handed over the medicinal meal while crying.
He Lanyin took it, sat by the bed, looked at the "sleeping" person, and whispered: "I know you are awake. Stop pretending, get up and take medicine."
Maybe she fainted for a moment, but he knew she had woken up long ago.
Sang Ning didn't want to keep pretending. When she saw that he had exposed her disguise, she opened her eyes. A delicate-looking man was sitting beside the bed, holding a bowl of medicinal food. His outer robe was scattered, but the clothes underneath were still there. There are a lot of them, and they wrap people up very tightly.
Disappointing!
She just touched Yu Tan's abdominal muscles, but she didn't feel satisfied, so she said, "I'll take a bite, and Your Majesty will take off some clothes."
He Lanyin: "..."
What does it mean to keep dying without saying anything surprising? This is it!
He was shocked and angry: "Sang, Ning!"
She knew she was interested in the assassin's face! wrong! And the body!
What about his body?
He had an inexplicable desire to compare: I don’t know what kind of aesthetics the demon concubine has? Do you think his body is not good-looking? But, by the way, aren’t all men’s bodies the same? It’s just the difference between tall, short, fat and thin, right?
So, where did the demon concubine fancy the assassin?
Sanning didn't know the troubles and anguish in his heart, so he decided directly: "Your Majesty did not refuse, so I will treat it as your Majesty's agreement."
He Lanyin: "..."
What did he promise?
This demon concubine is already so ill, why do she still think about this? Is it true that you can only be honest when you are lying in a coffin?
"ah--"
Sang Ning opened his mouth and signaled He Lanyin to feed him.
He Lanyin scooped up a spoonful of medicinal food and fed it into her mouth, then scooped another spoonful out. Just as he was about to feed it, he saw her closing her mouth and turning her head away. It was obvious that he didn't take it off and she didn't eat it.
"I am doing this for your own good!"
He felt that she was too conceited, so he frowned and tried to reason with her: "This is a medicinal diet. If you don't eat it for your illness, you will suffer!"
Sang Ning didn't listen to his reasoning and snorted coldly: "Since it's me who is suffering, then what do you care about me? Get out of here!"
She wished she could die of illness and be clean!
He Lanyin knew her world-weariness and couldn't do anything about her, so he said angrily: "You don't care about your brother anymore?"
Sanning said lazily: "No matter! The dead don't care about the living!"
He Lanyin was so angry that he wanted to tear her clothes off!
But he still had sense, so he looked coldly, as if he had been forced into prostitution, and said with a flushed face: "It's very inconvenient for me to hold the bowl. If you want...you can take it off yourself!"
Not taking it off himself was his last act of stubbornness!
