Concubine Yun had a miscarriage in the middle of the night, Song Huaiyuan looked unpredictable when he received the news, without saying anything, he drove directly to Yunqi Palace.
At this time, the Yunqi Palace was brightly lit, and it was already in chaos. Concubine Yun was lying on the couch with a pale complexion, weeping and mourning. When she saw Song Huaiyuan, her tearful eyes lit up slightly, and she was about to get up, but her body shook violently. Shaking, fell weakly.
"You don't need to get up." Song Huaiyuan took a step forward and helped Concubine Yun half sit up, but Concubine Yun grabbed her sleeve.
"Your Majesty, the concubine is incompetent and failed to keep our child..." Concubine Yun's voice was choked up, and crystal tears rolled down her pale, almost transparent cheeks, looking very pitiful.
A palace attendant came forward and reported in a low voice: "Your Majesty... the pearl soup used by Concubine Yun at night has been mixed with Guiwei and safflower."
Song Huaiyuan paused, his eyes slightly cold.
"Send an order to investigate this matter thoroughly."
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Ying Shuo knelt down in the center of the outer hall of Yunqi Palace, his brows were lowered and he couldn't see his expression clearly.
An hour ago, the guards who were ordered to search found a coarse cloth package in Zheyu Palace, which contained the remaining Guiwei and safflower.
The evidence is convincing, and someone in the palace pointed out that Ying Shuo's personal maid had wandered outside Yunqi Palace at night, and Ying Shuo was immediately taken to Yunqi Palace to plead guilty.
There was too much movement in Yunqi Palace, and finally the Queen Mother was alarmed. When Song Huaiyuan escaped from the inner hall to the outer hall, what he saw was the scene of the Empress Dowager staring at Ying Shuo coldly.
The Empress Dowager sat in the first seat, Song Huaiyuan approached, sat down on the seat beside the Empress Dowager, and looked at Ying Shuo who was kneeling on the ground.
Two hours ago, he tossed Ying Shuo several times on the couch in Zhe Yu Palace, and Ying Shuo's face turned pale at that time.
Concubine Yun threw herself into his arms a moment ago, weeping mournfully for their unborn child.
But at this moment, Ying Shuo knelt down in front of him, not saying a word to justify his crime.
Murdering the emperor's heir is a serious crime. If the crime is true, it is definitely not as simple as death.
The Empress Dowager looked at Ying Shuo with disdain, and she said coldly: "The Ai family has long known that the palace is full of smog, but they never thought that there would be such sinister people, who didn't even care about their dignity in order to fight for favor. gone."
Ying Shuo lowered his head, clenched his sleeves tightly, but still didn't make a sound.
With the evidence in front of him, he is indisputable. What can he say to convince others that he is innocent
All he could do was wait for the verdict, for that tall man to end him.
Ying Shuo's heart was strangely calm, he didn't have any expectations, so he didn't care about disappointment and despair.
As early as the moment he fell in love with Song Huaiyuan, he knew that all this was nothing but an illusion.
The queen mother glanced at him coldly, then turned to Song Huaiyuan.
"The emperor thinks, how should this matter be handled?"
The hall fell silent instantly, and everyone was waiting for a verdict from the Ninth Five-Year Lord.
A verdict they could have expected.
Song Huaiyuan said, "It's not him."