A few days later, in the palace.
After listening to the news from the informant, the imperial concubine nodded and motioned her to go down. The imperial concubine got up and sat on another chair instead. In her mind, she was still thinking that Qingye's death, in her expectation, was nothing more than a pawn. Since this chess piece suddenly wants to let go of itself one day, then it has no value in existence.
The corner of the imperial concubine's mouth curled up in a mocking arc, seemingly smiling, but also sad. The nanny who was guarding the imperial concubine's door watched the informant go out, then walked towards the imperial concubine's direction, and stood behind her with light steps.
The imperial concubine heard the sound of footsteps, and a series of voices suddenly appeared in the air: "Do you know why Qingye died?"
Mammy knew that there were only her and the imperial concubine in this room, and her words were definitely meant to ask her, and she was terrified. Although she was uneasy in her heart, the nanny still calmed down, knelt down in front of the imperial concubine, and replied respectfully: "I don't know, please ask the imperial concubine to explain it clearly."
The imperial concubine looked at the nanny, and said: "This Qingye is a niece of my own family." After finishing speaking, she paused slightly, as if she disdained having such a niece who could not stand on stage.
Mammy became more and more afraid. She knew, and the more she knew, the sooner she would die. Of course, as the people around the imperial concubine, if you are not favored, you will die quickly. If you are favored, you may be able to enjoy a few times of comfort before you die. Everything in this palace, the nanny is the most understandable, the death of a little servant happens every day, maybe who will be the next one.
Mammy replied: "Yes, this servant knows about it." The air became more and more sticky, as if it was clogging the hearts of everyone present.
The imperial concubine said again: "For that lowly person, her mother is nothing more than a small and dispensable maid. Her status is so low and embarrassing. She should be thankful that she has the blood of Miao Jiang in her body." , if not, this person may still survive, and may still give birth to this Qingye who also has the blood of Miaojiang. This Qingye is nothing more than a chess piece for me and Qingye's father to control the ministers of the court."
Mammy didn't understand what she heard, but her curiosity was seduced. She knew that Qingye's death was tricky, so maybe... Mammy didn't dare to think about it any further.
The nanny replied slowly: "A lot of people should know about Qingye's net worth. Now that Qingye is dead, isn't the imperial concubine happy and depressed at the same time? The joy and eyesore finally no longer appear. With this matter, no one can be found to replace Aoba's position."
The imperial concubine said nothing, but nodded towards the nanny.
Mammy didn't know whether her own words had been said, whether the imperial concubine's heart had gone into her arms or not, but seeing the imperial concubine's expression, she knew that the imperial concubine must have no gloomy air in her heart. Otherwise, I am afraid that at this time, she will not be able to stand at this moment.
Mammy restrained her mind and stood quietly aside.
Seven Princes' Mansion.
Because of the fact that Yang Yanjing was stabbed, Fenghuang was still brooding about it. There was no other reason, but because there was poison on the knife, and the poison was so strange that even the people in Li Xiang hadn't heard of it. Although I was anxious in my heart, I had to pretend that nothing happened.
It's not that Yang Yanjing didn't know about Fenghuang's anxiety, but he wasn't worried about himself either. With a smile on his face, he watched Fenghuang threaten him, running up and down, agitated.
Yang Yanjing felt that he might not have felt the care from Phoenix for a long time. It seemed that when this body was sick, all the things that Joy and Phoenix did for him seemed to be around him alone.
However, Yang Yanjing looked at Fenghuang like this every day, and unconsciously felt sorry for Fenghuang. Constantly reminding that Fenghuang should eat and go to bed, Fenghuang came here because he was worried about Yang Yanjing, and forgot to sleep and eat, just to study the poison of Miaojiang.
Fenghuang felt very uncomfortable, Yang Yanjing might not know it yet, the poison on his body not only made Yang Yanjing's previous achievements fall short, but also made Yang Yanjing even more dangerous. Piansheng is like this, Yang Yanjing doesn't seem to feel it, and is more joyful than before. Phoenix felt a little powerless in his heart.
While waiting for the results of Li Xiangren's investigation, Fenghuang looked at Yang Yanjing's profile. Thinking back, Li Xiangren said earlier that it was fortunate that Yang Yanjing was rescued by him in time, otherwise it would be difficult at this time. However, even so, Yang Yanjing is only in no danger for the time being, because the people of Li Xiang dare not jump to conclusions as to whether the poison will be poisoned again.
However, there are so many poisons in Miaojiang that they are too numerous to count. The people of Li Xiang didn't dare to say exactly which kind of poison the poison was from Miaojiang, and how to eradicate the poison, the people of Li Xiang didn't know how to do it.
Fenghuang suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, looked at Yang Yanjing, smiled brightly, and said: "Yang Yanjing, how do you feel now, but what kind of pain do you feel?"
Yang Yanjing thought to himself. These days, Fenghuang has been asked most often than this sentence. Now as long as Fenghuang utters the first word, he can follow Fenghuang's words and say the rest. He knows and understands Phoenix's concern, but concern is chaotic, and Yang Yanjing is even more aware of this truth, but now, he covets the feeling of Phoenix's attention, so he doesn't say much.
Yang Yanjing was about to speak the words that had been repeated countless times, but at this moment, the imperial decree came. Fenghuang looked at Yang Yanjing, and Yang Yanjing also looked at Fenghuang. The two looked at each other and understood in their hearts. At this moment, the imperial decree meant nothing to them, but they could not understand it.
Both Fenghuang and Yang Yanjing knelt down, waiting for the father-in-law in the palace to read it out.
"The seventh prince, Yang Yanjing, is not a righteous person. He even privately persecuted the imperial concubine's niece, causing Miss Qingye to die. He specially ordered the seventh prince to go to the palace to explain the matter. If not, the title of the seventh prince will be abolished, I respect you."
Fenghuang knew that the announcement on the yellow paper was undoubtedly related to the imperial concubine, but with Yang Yanjing's body like this, how could Fenghuang let him go to a place that cannibalize people like the palace alone? Just because of Yang Yanjing's miss, Fenghuang's heart sank, and he secretly made a decision on his own.
Fenghuang said to Yang Yanjing: "I'll go, you are at our home, waiting for my return."