Ning Guogong knelt on the cold blue brick floor of the hall, crying hoarsely.
Although Mo Chuan had not yet entered the main hall, he was kneeling here one by one and his voice was hoarse. He didn't know how long he had been kneeling here and how long he had been crying.
The civil and military ministers stood in the hall, with embarrassed expressions on everyone's faces.
Many of them have already learned about what happened in the palace last night. When they first heard the bad news, most of them couldn't believe it.
But I didn't expect that as soon as I stepped into the Jinluan Palace, I saw Ning Guogong with disheveled hair, no court clothes, bare feet, and tears in his eyes.
Seeing this situation, everyone was shocked.
So, is it true that Princess Zhaorong was killed
They all stepped forward to comfort Ning Guogong, trying to persuade him to get up and cry out for Zhaorong when the emperor came.
But Ning Guogong turned a deaf ear, as if these people were not there at all, he just cried loudly and begged while crying.
The ministers all looked strange.
They had no choice but to stand where they should stand and discuss in low voices.
"I heard that Princess Zhaorong was first poisoned and then stabbed to death with a dagger. She still had her eyes open when she died..."
"That's not the case. What I heard is that Princess Zhaorong was poisoned first, and the dagger was inserted after she died."
"Yes, she also left a line of blood writing in which she wrote the name of the murderer, who seemed to be the queen..."
"That's not the case. I heard that the blood letter was not written by Princess Zhaorong when she was dying. It was written by the murderer holding her finger while she was still alive."
"So, the murderer is not the Queen?"
"Of course not. This matter has been confirmed by both the imperial doctor and the widow. I also heard that Cheng Baiyi was summoned to the palace overnight to hear the case. He also found evidence that the murderer framed the blame on the Queen."
"Oh, what evidence is it? Tell me..."
All the ministers were croaking.
Ning Guogong seemed to ignore everyone's words and just cried to himself until Xiaosi's voice sounded outside the palace door:
"The Emperor has arrived—"
The ministers who were discussing in low voices immediately became silent, looked solemn, and stood up straight.
But Duke Ning Guo seemed not to have heard anything and kept begging the emperor to redress his grievances one after another, crying non-stop.
Mo Chuan walked into the hall slowly. He did not go directly to the dragon chair as usual, but walked towards Ning Guogong under the surprised eyes of the ministers.
"It's bad, it's bad, the emperor is angry."
"Mr. Ning Guo, this is so unbecoming. He has behaved unbecomingly before you."
"No, it's too ugly for him to cry like this. Even if his daughter dies, there's no need to cry like a shrew."
"It's just like no one's daughter has ever died!"
"Hush! Silence."
When the ministers saw Mo Chuan approaching, they immediately closed their mouths and didn't look sideways, but the corners of their eyes were looking in the direction of Ning Guogong.
"The Duke."
Mo Chuan walked to Ning Guogong. Ning Guogong didn't even raise his head, as if he didn't know that Mo Chuan was approaching. He lowered his head and cried sadly.
"Your Majesty, you want to avenge my daughter! Your Majesty!"
"I am over fifty years old, and this is my daughter, Your Majesty!"
"The murderer is still at large, but my daughter will die with her eyes open, Your Majesty!"
He spoke every word, his words were few, but every word was important.
Not to mention Mo Chuan, even the ministers felt a headache.
From what he meant, it seemed as if the emperor knew who the murderer was and deliberately let the murderer go.