Rumors spread and people gathered around 8

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Qianfu looked away and looked at the angry people. When rumors started, it was difficult for the emperor and the imperial power to suppress them, even if they used strong methods to suppress them.

The result will only make people feel more sad.

I dare not say it with my mouth, but I will have a huge distrust of the royal family in my heart.

Qian Fanji didn't care about his nationality, but he didn't expect Dean Chen to be so implicated.

Could it be that Ye Qianning was buried in the imperial mausoleum because the dean removed his nationality as a threat?

"Look, Yuan Yintang is still moving, beat him to death."

"kill him……"

When the onlookers saw Yuan Yintang move, they immediately rushed forward and kicked the bloody man violently.

With the first one comes the second. In an instant, everyone swarmed and wanted to beat him to death.

Yuan Yintang was seriously injured, and was kicked one after another. The people on the ground fell silent within a few blows. The people were not relieved and did not care at all. One wave came down and another came up.

Even if he died, he would step on it a few times.

Mr. Song had never experienced such a crazy scene, and he was so frightened that he did not dare to speak out.

Dean Chen looked at it calmly. Evil will be punished, and death is not a pity.

Zhan Yi spat in that direction, knowing that even ten thousand deaths would not be worth his granddaughter's life.

"The third prince is here, please stop."

In the crowd, a group of imperial guards rushed towards the crowd and dispersed the angry people.

Sang Yan got off the horse.

As soon as Mr. Song saw the backbone coming, he immediately ran up to meet him: "Third Prince, you are here."

Sang Yan glanced at it and walked towards the yamen door.

He glanced around and landed on Yuan Yintang, who was lying motionless in a ball on the ground. He waved towards the imperial guards.

The guards at the rear hurriedly went up to check, then turned back and shook their heads: "Dead."

"Die well, die well."

"Damn it, this kind of person will die early and be reincarnated."

Many people in the crowd spoke, and their words were very satisfying.

"Carry the body down," Sang Yan said.

"Third Prince, wait." Qian Fanji stepped forward.

"What does Qian Shangshu have to say?"

"Carry the body to the General's Mansion. If Concubine Yuan Gui wants to clean it up for his senior brother, she can go to the General's Mansion herself. If she doesn't want to collect the body, then the body will be minced and thrown into the mountains to feed the animals."

Sang Yan's face changed after hearing this, and he hesitated and nodded in agreement.

"Thank you, Third Prince." Qian Fanji saluted.

Sang Yan has been here for a while, but has not taken any action. He only arrived at the scene after Yuan Yintang was killed in public anger, which could be regarded as doing something for Ye Qianning.

With his status, he can't interfere in many things, and that's all he can do.

"Eighth brother, my father asked third brother to take you back to the palace." He walked up to Sang Zhi.

Sang Zhi didn't even look at him: "If the emperor does not deal with the perpetrators, I will not return to the palace."

"Eighth brother, this matter has caused uproar in the city. My father will definitely handle it carefully. You should follow the third brother back to the palace first."

"Prudent? I want to see how cautious the emperor is."

"Eighth brother, that's the father." Sang Yan frowned after hearing this title several times in a row.

"Father? Where did I get the slightest bit of father's love that I didn't get since I was a child? My father died long ago." Sang Zhi's voice was high-pitched, with a bit of disdain and unruliness.

Everyone was shocked when these words came to their ears.

Master Song's eyes widened in shock. Is the eighth prince cursing the emperor to death in disguise?

It was so disrespectful that he dared to make such a loud noise.

"Eighth brother." Sang Yan said solemnly.

He didn't know what made his eighth brother so bold. How could he survive if such words came to his father's ears?