After a moment, Yu Qingluo knelt down, looked level with the student, and then said very seriously, "You are here to verify whether the prince was forced to death, and whether he sent people to surround the emperor's palace, right? Okay, then I will Tell you, no."
The student was stunned and said, "But, but..."
"But what? Aren't you here for verification? Then I'll tell you." Yu Qingluo shrugged and stood up again, "If you have any questions and think what I said is incorrect, you can go for verification and then find out Come and slap me in the face with evidence. Remember, I need to be able to prove that Prince Xiu forced you to death and that the Emperor was furious. If there is nothing, then it is all just rumors. Do you understand?"
The student opened his mouth and wanted to say something else.
Yu Qingluo had already sneered, "What about you? Do you have any questions to ask? I can answer you. But you have got the answer. If you are not satisfied, you can bring the evidence or the person who said these rumors to me. Confront me."
Everyone looked at each other. They had only heard these words. Where could there be any evidence
Yu Qingluo's eyes fell on the student's head again, "You are a candidate who came to Beijing to take the exam. It is a good thing to be passionate, but in this world, passionate people are most likely to be incited and exploited. Prince Xiu is now How many people are jealous of him and want to destroy him? If you haven’t investigated, you have no right to speak. Do you understand? One day when you are in high school or become an official, remember this, otherwise it will be in your hands. How many wrongful convictions have there been?”
The student turned red in the face at what she said, lowered his head, and finally couldn't say another word.
Yu Qingluo then got into the carriage again and told Mo Xian, "Let's go."
Mo Xian laughed, and his mood suddenly became cheerful, "Okay." Miss Yu's behavior seemed to always like to make the fuss as big as possible, but in this way, she looked upright and not so secretive.
But, is Yu Zuolin really dead? Suicidal
Mo Xian didn't believe it anyway.
The carriage was on the road again, and the onlookers began to slowly retreat to both sides. The road ahead was finally clear.
Yu Qingluo leaned lazily on the pillow, and Mo Xiangang planned to speed up his pace.
Suddenly, a person suddenly rushed out in front of him, pointed at the carriage and shouted, "It's you, it's you who forced my son to death, wuwu, my son died miserably, it's you who forced him to death, my God." , what did my son do wrong? He dedicated his whole life to serving the country, but in the end he raped people and forced him to die, and ended up like this? How many people must be chilled by this?"
As soon as Yu Qingluo heard this familiar voice, her eyelids jumped.
The people who had dispersed just now gathered around again and looked at Mrs. Yu's pointing.
Yu Qingluo quickly lifted the car curtain and looked coldly at the eldest lady sitting on the ground crying endlessly.
She laughed coldly, "Madam, is your son really dead?"
"Yes, it was Prince Xiu who forced him to death." The eldest lady glared at Yu Qingluo fiercely, her eyes so sharp that she wanted to gouge her out.
Yu Qingluo raised an eyebrow, "Oh? Lord Yu has been locked up in the prison, and even Prince Xiu has not received news of his death. How did you know? Who told you? How did you know about Lord Yu? Was he forced to death? Perhaps he was assassinated? After all, Mr. Yu, a young general, must have many enemies. Also, if Mr. Yu dies, the Minister of Dali Temple and the Ministry of Punishment will definitely investigate the matter thoroughly. Your Majesty I will also ask. But regarding the news of Master Yu’s death, no one from the Ministry of Justice and Punishment of Dali Temple or even the Emperor knows about it. How come the eldest lady knows so much about it?”
The eldest lady's face turned pale and she looked at Yu Qingluo in horror.
Yu Qingluo snorted coldly, "Madam, if you slander Prince Xiu again, the crime will be serious."
The Minister of Dali Temple and the Department of Punishment are the Sixth Prince and Ye Xiudu respectively. Someone wants to use Yu Zuolin's death to make a fuss, but as long as the people from the Department of Punishment insist that Yu Zuolin is not dead, is it possible that these common people will really run away? Can't we go to the prison to confirm it
Yu Qingluo didn't even bother to look at the eldest lady. She lowered the car curtain and said to Mo Xian, "Change the route and leave. If the eldest lady dares to talk nonsense again, send her to the cell to be with his son."
The eldest lady was trembling all over, watching the carriage drive away little by little, her eyes full of resentment.
It wasn't until a long time that someone knelt down in front of her and carefully helped her up, "Thank you, madam."
The eldest lady wiped her tears and shook her head lowly, "As long as you can avenge my son, what does this kind of hard work mean?"
The visitor's lips curled up, his eyes fell on the carriage Yu Qingluo left, and his smile became even wider.
Yu Qingluo inexplicably felt a strange uneasiness in her heart, and her heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
She frowned fiercely, bit her lips lightly, and said to Mo Xian, "Faster."
Mo Xian was stunned. Why was there something wrong with Miss Yu's voice? He didn't dare to ask any more questions and hurriedly whipped the horse's back.
Fortunately, there were not many people on this road, the road was wide, and the horse-drawn carriage traveled smoothly.
The car quickly stopped outside the gate of Yu Mansion. The housekeeper saw her getting out of the car and hurriedly responded, "Miss."
Yu Qingluo waved her hand and raised her eyes to look at the Yu Mansion. Seeing that the servants in the mansion were acting in an orderly and quiet manner, and nothing happened, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief and turned back to ask the housekeeper, "Where is Bao'er?"
"The young master is in the study." The housekeeper answered as he led Yu Qingluo inside. "Today, someone from the shop came to deliver the account book to the young master. The young master is talking to him in the study."
"Yes." Yu Qingluo nodded and walked all the way towards the study, "Bao'er will stay with me in Prince Xiu's Mansion for a few days, and we, the two siblings, will have a good time together. The housekeeper has to work harder for things in this mansion. .”
"What did the eldest lady say? In the past few months when the eldest lady was not in the imperial capital, the young master missed the eldest lady very much. Now that the eldest lady is back, the young master will naturally reunite with the eldest lady more often."
Yu Qingluo saw him speak very respectfully, and also respected Yu Baoer very much. It seems that although Bao'er has been working hard these past few months, he has gained a lot.
While talking, several people had already walked outside the study.
Yu Qingluo frowned, "Why is there no one guarding here?"
The housekeeper also looked surprised, "How could it be? There are two boys outside the study. Where did they go?"
Yu Qingluo's expression changed drastically, and she suddenly stepped forward and pushed open the study door.
The next moment, the smell of blood hit his face, and there was a pool of red blood on the ground.
In the corner of the study, there were two servants, a steward, and... a secret guard sent by Ye Xiudu to protect Yu Baoer secretly.