According to the law, even if the murderer is pregnant, she cannot be executed. Moreover, even though Fang Qingyi is now Chen Anzhi's concubine, she is from a marquis's mansion after all.
The King of Jinnan sent someone to send the man back to the Marquis's Mansion overnight.
"As for whether to keep the child or not, it is up to my father-in-law to decide."
—These are the words sent by the King of Jinnan.
This made it clear that whether Fang Qingyi kept the baby in her belly or not had nothing to do with the Jinnan Palace. In other words, the Jinnan Palace would not recognize the baby.
After giving these instructions, King Jinnan tiredly stood up and walked out of the front hall, standing under the eaves to enjoy the cool breeze to relieve his dizzy head.
The subordinates who went to search the Anxiang Courtyard came to report. After the fire, there was almost nothing left in the Anxiang Courtyard. But after a careful search by the guards, they still found some clues. Moreover, Lu Shu had confessed everything. Everyone related to Fang Qingyi was like a frightened bird, and they were terrified on the eve of the new year. The guards rushed into the side rooms one by one and dragged out the relevant people. Suddenly, the whole palace was filled with crying.
Even those who were working for Fang Qingyi outside the mansion were all captured that night.
Changping came over quickly and reported: "Your Majesty, Wangjiang is dead."
King Jinnan looked over here.
"I don't know if he was blaming himself for betraying his master, or if he knew he couldn't escape the death penalty, but he committed suicide. He died outside the palace."
King Jinnan frowned and scolded: "You can't even trust your own personal servant. You are such a failure!"
Changping lowered his head and did not dare to answer.
Wang Jiang didn't blame himself for betraying his master, nor did he know that he could not escape death. He was just afraid of implicating Chun Xing. Only the dead can keep secrets. Even if he died, she would still be clean.
He smiled, feeling more relaxed than ever before.
Wang Jiang sat by the Lianshui River, watching the river lanterns with wishes floating on the water. He could hear laughter and joy. It was past midnight, and now it was New Year's Eve.
It’s a pity that he can’t accompany Chun Xing on New Year’s Eve this year.
Even in the years since she became the prince's concubine, he would always find ways to see her every New Year's Eve.
This year, I can’t see it.
The swaying water reflected in his eyes, and he couldn't help but think of the New Year's Eve four years ago. The night before, he was not on duty. In the morning, he took over from Wangshan. Wangshan winked at him and said with a smile: "The master has become the master."
"That's good. It's time to choose a concubine for the prince." He said with a smile.
Wang Jiang had already learned how to read people's expressions and make them happy. When he entered the room and saw Chen Anzhi, he immediately smiled and congratulated him: "Congratulations, Your Highness! Congratulations, Your Highness!"
Chen Anzhi stretched comfortably with a smile on his face.
Wang Jiang wondered which maid had caught the eye of the prince. It seemed that she had served the prince well last night. The prince was in a good mood, so it would be easier for him to please him today. He continued to put on a smile, twisting the towel for Chen Anzhi to wipe his face, and said something that he liked to hear: "Look how comfortable the prince is."
"Yeah. It's comfortable. It's sweet and soft, and it looks really nice when she cries." Chen Anzhi turned over the quilt and sat up lazily.
"I don't know which one is lucky." Wang Jiang smiled and glanced at the messy bed. He wrung out the towel, turned around and walked to the bed to wipe Chen Anzhi's face himself.
"Call..." Chen Anzhi frowned and thought for a while, "It seems to be Chun... Chun Xing?"
Wang Jiang froze for a moment, and the messy stains on the bed suddenly became glaring.
Cut out the heart.
Wang Jiang listened to the laughter by the river and closed his eyes to stop the tears. After a long time, he looked up at the night. Occasionally, fireworks would rise into the sky to break the silence, but after all, the weather had been bad in recent days and the clouds were thick, covering the stars and the moon.
He suddenly felt very sorry that he couldn't see the moon on the last day. It was as if he couldn't bring her back to Moon Bay in the end.
He leaped into the ripples of water filled with countless people's wishes.
When You Yuji left, she passed the front hall. Chen Anzhi and Fang Qingyi were no longer there. Only the King of Jinnan was still sitting in the chair at the top, resting his eyes with his hand on his forehead. It seemed that what happened today was a big blow to him.
You Yuji stepped out of the door, the night wind outside blew towards her, and the fluff of the white fox fur on her shoulders gently touched her slightly cool neck.
On the way back, Zhenxu told You Yuji that Chen Anzhi was carried away by the servants after he fainted. Before he fainted, he vomited blood again.
The pillow pursed its lips, with a hint of relief: "This is because I was so angry that I vomited blood."
She was more obedient than Baohe and seldom said such outrageous words. This was because she had long been extremely dissatisfied with Chen Anzhi.
You Yuji didn't respond. Everyone around her hated Chen Anzhi, but she was too careless and didn't care about him at all. She had never been angry or sad with him before, so she naturally didn't feel relieved now.
The night wind was very cold. She turned her head and couldn't help coughing.
Zhenxu thought that the Madam was still ill, and she should go back and cook another serving of ginger soup to drive away the cold. She couldn't help but sigh that it was fortunate that the Madam was in good health. If it were a delicate girl, she would not be able to withstand such a torment even though she was ill.
After returning home, You Yuji washed up and lay down on the bed. Baohe had put a hot water bottle in the quilt to warm it up. But she was still cold.
There were still many things lingering in her mind, but she drank cold medicine before going to bed and fell into a deep sleep not long after lying down, so she didn't have time to think about anything.
While You Yuji was sleeping soundly, Si Que quietly left the Jinnan Palace to get his lantern.
It was already the middle of the night when Fang Qingyi was sent back to the Marquis' Mansion. Everyone in the Marquis' Mansion who had already gone to bed was startled, and after hearing what Fang Qingyi had done in the Jinnan Palace, they were all shocked and angry.
The old marquis was so angry that he threw the teacup directly at her. The porcelain cup broke when it fell to the ground. The fragments hit the wall and bounced back to the back of her hand, leaving her hand covered in blood.
The old lady was so angry and anxious that she almost fainted. She shouted that she wanted to go to the Jinnan Palace to visit her daughter who was burned. The daughter-in-law persuaded her again and again, saying that it was too late and the old lady should have a good rest. The princess should have gone to bed by now, so she persuaded the old lady to go back tomorrow to visit.
Fang Qingyi looked at the noisy crowd with a blank expression. Her mother rushed over and slapped her hard with red eyes.
"How dare you even harm your aunt and your cousin!"
Fang Qingyi pushed her mother's hand away and turned back to her old boudoir. She used to think that she was a returned home girl, and her boudoir was not as good as those of her real cousins in the mansion. Now that she is back here again, she remembers how good this place is.
If I could turn back time...
Fang Qingyi felt bitter in her heart, and the fetus was restless at this time, causing her to vomit. She took two gulps of the cold water on the table, and only then did she feel better.
She looked at this old boudoir again, thinking about the future. She would never be able to return to the Jinnan Palace, and even whether she could keep the baby in her belly would depend on what her elders said tomorrow.
Will she be trapped in this boudoir and rot for the next few decades of her life
It’s scary just to think about it.
She pushed open the door to the inner room with trembling hands, but was surprised to see Si Que leaning against the table.
"I've been waiting for you for a long time." Si Que said.
A playful smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
He is not a good person, and there is no rule in his place that prohibits killing women and pregnant women.
"Why are you here? What do you want to do?" Fang Qingyi turned around and wanted to run, but she lost her strength in an instant and lay powerlessly on the ground.
She opened her eyes wide and watched Si Que walk towards her step by step. She wanted to struggle and shout for help, but she couldn't move or make a sound.
"Make lanterns." Si Que squatted down in front of her, his white skirt spotless.
The next morning, the old marquis sent someone to call Fang Qingyi. He would never dare to condone or cover up such a thing. Fang Qingyi's baby naturally could not be kept, so she was given a bowl of abortion medicine first. The old marquis did not even intend to save Fang Qingyi's life. He rejected his youngest daughter's suggestion that Fang Qingyi shave her head and become a nun, and insisted on sending her to the government to be punished according to the law.
Even if the Marquis's Mansion was implicated, it had to adopt a correct attitude. No matter what, the family tradition could not be distorted, otherwise the future growth of the younger generation would be worrying.
The servant went to Fang Qingyi's boudoir, and his screams startled the sparrows on the branches in the courtyard.
There was a floor lamp in Fang Qingyi's boudoir. The lamp stand was still there, but the lamp on it had been taken away and replaced with an upside-down human head lantern.
The black hair was disheveled and scattered along the lamp stand. From the cut of the neck, a hollow was dug inside. A candle was placed inside. The candle burned for half the night and had already burned to the bottom.
Terror swept through the mansion in an instant.
At this time, Si Que was eating breakfast at a roadside tea stall.
—Steaming buns and soy milk.
A few drops of morning dew floated on the old wooden table.
Two farmers at the next table were talking and slurping their noodles.
Si Que drank soy milk and overheard a conversation between two people at the next table. They were saying that His Majesty would grant amnesty to the whole country during the New Year.
Amnesty for the whole world
Si Que frowned slightly under the white veil of his hat. Would a general amnesty release his father and brothers
When Si Que returned to the Prince of Jinnan's Mansion, You Yuji had just got up. After washing and changing her clothes, she was sitting in front of the mirror under the window, drawing her eyebrows.
Although her throat was still not feeling well, it was much better after she woke up today. She was drawing her eyebrows in front of the mirror, still thinking about what the princess said to her last night.
"You are not from Chen. After the divorce, someone will inevitably take advantage of your misfortune. If you have the title of my adopted daughter, there will be fewer people in the capital targeting you."
You Yuji understood the princess's good intentions and her words made sense. However, she did not agree to it last night. After the divorce with the Jinnan Palace, becoming the princess's adopted daughter did have great benefits, but she still had other concerns...
Just as You Yuji was thinking, the door was pushed open.
She knew it was Si Que without looking back, because he was the only one who didn't knock on the door.
"Sister, you woke up so early." Si Que walked over, bringing with him the cold air from outside.
You Yuji switched to drawing eyebrows on the other side and asked softly, "Where did you go?"
"Buy some buns for my sister." Si Que put the paper bag on her dressing table, and oil stains permeated the bag.
You Yuji glanced at him and said nothing, still concentrating on drawing her eyebrows. She took the rouge again, smeared it a little on her fingertips, approached the bronze mirror, and carefully smeared it on her delicate lips.
Si Que stood aside and watched her put on makeup.
After putting on her makeup, You Yuji smiled in front of the bronze mirror with satisfaction. Then she stood up and walked out. Today was New Year's Eve, and she had to give out money to the people in the yard.
She didn't even look at Si Que, as if he was not there at all.
"You Yujie." Si Que called her.
You Yuji had already walked a few steps forward, but stopped when she heard the words and looked back: "Huh? What's wrong?"
Her tone was normal, and there was nothing wrong with it.
If there was anything wrong, it was that it was too ordinary, so ordinary that it was a little cold.
"Oh, I forgot about this." You Yuzhi smiled, walked back, picked up the jade bracelet on the table and put it on her fair wrist. She shook her wrist lightly and walked out with satisfaction.
Si Que looked at her graceful back thoughtfully.
Why did she suddenly become cold? She was obviously not like this last night. He couldn't help but think of her meaningful look last night. What did she want to say
You Yuji had nothing to say.
She did it on purpose.
Whether it was cold or hot, or mysterious, they were just little tricks she did on purpose to arouse Si Que's wild thoughts.
If you are a prey for long enough, you will eventually become a hunter.
She wants to be responsible for her own affection, and wants him to be open and honest with her without telling any lies, and to love her deeply and unwaveringly, with a love stronger than gold.
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