[BL, MTL] You Shu (Quick Wear)

Chapter 64: Painted Skin (24)

Youshu Xiaolu calmed down the group of people with a few hands, then walked to the side of the couch, and covered the queen's face with a white handkerchief. No matter what mistakes this woman has made, she is the master's mother after all, and she brings life to the master. Based on these two points alone, Youshu is grateful to her and will avenge her.

Although the Ninth Prince tried his best to bear it, he couldn't help showing a gloomy look. He also walked to the side of the couch and stroked the empress' cold back of his hand.

Emperor Zhongkang waved his sleeves, intending to send everyone away so that the queen could have a moment of peace. At this moment, the sixth prince, who had never said a word, said word by word, "I don't believe it! The murderer is obviously Zhao Youshu. Just because he is a member of the old nine and played a few tricks that street performers usually do, he is cleared of suspicion." Did you let the queen mother and the imperial sister die in vain? I don't believe it, I don't believe it no matter what! Unless he comes up with real evidence, I will go to the Dengwen drum, kowtow in front of the clan's mansion, and let the whole family go to Beijing. people are my lords."

Everyone turned their heads in unison, with surprised expressions, only the Ninth Prince had expected it, and said softly, "You don't pretend anymore?"

"All relatives are dead, what's the use of keeping this life?" The sixth prince sneered, saying that he no longer regarded Lao Jiu and Emperor Zhongkang as relatives.

Emperor Zhongkang was furious and was about to reprimand, but he heard Youshu say, "The evidence you want will be here immediately." Then he looked at his master and asked in a low voice, "Can you send someone to send the body of Princess Mingzhu into the palace?" Is it? Also, let them release my mother quickly, she is wronged."

The nine princes agreed one by one and sent people to do it. When all the officials heard that there was another corpse to be transported in, they were all a little apprehensive, and they couldn't escape even if they wanted to. What is the boundary of the palace? How can I let you come and leave as soon as you say? If the person who died was not the mother of a country, but the murderer was the future princess, and it was a matter of Guozuo, they would not have dared to make such a fuss.

Within half an hour, the bloated corpse of Princess Mingzhu had been placed in Fengluan Palace. The main hall, which was originally brightly lit with wide open windows, has now hung white banners and lit joss sticks. It looks a bit eerie under the smog. The courtiers were all huddled in the corner and did not dare to speak, let alone look around, but several royal family members walked over slowly with solemn expressions.

When the sixth prince was insane, no one paid any attention to him. Even his uncle's family never gave him a bite of food or a tael of silver. On the contrary, the domineering, arrogant and willful Mingzhu Countyism took him in without hesitation. He was also blamed by his in-laws a lot. He already had a deep relationship with Princess Mingzhu, and he was kind enough to take him in for his life. Hearing the news of her and his mother's death, how could he still pretend? He knelt down heavily with a plop, and tears flowed before he spoke.

Emperor Zhongkang also couldn't bear it, after all, it was his own flesh and blood, how could he really leave her alone when his temper was over? Especially when she died with a child, and a wonderful life to come. The father and son did not cry aloud, but shed tears silently, which made the officials feel sad when they saw it.

However, the Ninth Prince and the Fifth Young Master Zhao had calm faces, showing no sadness. Forget it, Mr. Fifth Zhao actually took out a dagger from his sleeve pocket and gestured at Princess Mingzhu. What was he doing?

"What do you want to do?" The courtiers didn't dare to ask, but the sixth prince burst into anger, and grabbed Youshu's wrist with all his might, wishing he could break it