Bai Yueguang, the stand-in for Prince Sick Jiao

Chapter 155
The news of Lingling's death in Xiefang Palace quickly spread throughout the palace. After Fu Xiuyun heard about it, there was no change on his face, as if he had expected today.

Manager Li glanced at him secretly, and asked tentatively, "Your Majesty, how do you think about this funeral?"

"You can figure it out." Fu Xiuyun looked down at the memorial in his hand without even lifting his head.

"Your Majesty, you"

Manager Li made a mistake, Ling Ling was not abolished before she died, but the big guy knew well that she was the illegitimate daughter of Duke Yu, so what kind of capacity should she use to handle the funeral is really a headache .

Fu Xiuyun hated Ling Ling to the extreme. Now that she is dead, he just feels that the lump on his heart has finally disappeared, and he feels extremely relaxed.

After a moment of silence, he issued an imperial decree: make the concubine lose her virtue and demote her to a commoner.There is another sentence at the end: Do not enter the imperial tomb.

This sentence alone is enough to see that Fu Xiuyun hates Lingling, and even if she dies, he would not let her enter the imperial tomb.

This move undoubtedly trampled Ling Ling into the dust.

When Ling Youyao heard Fu Mingjue talk about this matter, she couldn't help but feel surprised: "Your Majesty's actions are too extreme, everyone is dead, why is this necessary?"

In the eyes of everyone, Ling Ling is the daughter of Duke Yu, but she knows that this is just an illusion deliberately created by Fu Mingjue.

In the final analysis, Ling Ling is still surnamed Ling.

It's just that Ling Youyao doesn't understand, is the reason Fu Mingjue did this just to avenge her?

Fu Mingjue held her hand, wrote seriously on the official document, and said, "He just doesn't want to think of Lingling again after entering the imperial mausoleum a hundred years later. After all, he himself caused this trouble in Beijing."

Fu Xiuyun has always paid attention to face, so how can he allow future historians to add Ling Ling's name when writing his own deeds?
For Fu Xiuyun, Ling Ling was a stain, and it couldn't be more suitable.

He didn't put Ling Ling in the cold palace before, because he was worried that Duke Yu would lose face.Now that the person is dead, seeing that Duke Yu didn't respond, he presumably gave up on Ling Ling completely.

Fu Xiuyun didn't have to worry about anything else, and simply abolished the person directly.

Ling Youyao recalled the last time she saw Ling Ling in the imperial garden, and she felt an indescribable feeling in her heart, and said, "Since your majesty won't let her enter the imperial tomb, where should she be buried?"

Speaking of this, a smile appeared in Fu Mingjue's eyes: "Your Majesty abolished her title, but she is still a 'daughter of the Su family'."

Ling Youyao blinked her eyes and guessed: "Could it be that Duke Yu took her?"

"Well," Fu Mingjue said, "Although Duke Yu didn't do much at first, after hearing the decree of Ling Ling's dismissal, he secretly sent someone to bury her body in the Su family's mausoleum."

"I didn't expect Duke Yu to take Lingling in in the end."

Fu Mingjue put away his pen, and said: "Although Duke Yu is ruthless, he still feels guilty towards Ling Ling. It's just that he dare not defend Ling Ling blatantly because of the coercion of the Queen Mother."

When Yan Hongjin tragically died at the hands of the Empress Dowager, after Su Yuming learned the truth, he made a big fuss with the Empress Dowager, but nothing happened in the end.

It's not that he is weak and incompetent, it's that Yan Hongjin is not that important compared to power.

Ling Youyao looked up at Fu Mingjue and asked, "Do you know the cause of Lingling's death?"

Fu Mingjue looked into her clear eyes, and a faint smile flashed in the black eyes: "She was drugged by the queen mother, but it is said that the charcoal lit in the Xiefang Hall was already mixed with poison. .”

Hearing this, Ling Youyao couldn't help being taken aback: "Is there anyone else who wants to get rid of Ling Ling?"

Besides the Queen Mother, who else wanted to kill Lingling?
Fu Mingjue didn't speak, picked up the pen again, and wrote a word stroke by stroke on the paper.

Ling Youyao looked at that word, absent-mindedly, Ling Ling's face with sunken cheeks appeared in her mind - there was a trace of blackness in the dead ashes, she didn't pay attention at that time, but now that she thinks about it, she may have been poisoned since then .

I thought that Fu Xiuyun would swallow his anger and swallow this breath, but he didn't want to still underestimate the ruthlessness and methods of a generation of emperors.

The snow fell silently outside the window, recalling the scene when Lingling first came to the capital, it seemed like it was just yesterday, but in just a few months, the fragrance disappeared.

Is it because Feng Shui in the capital does not support people, or is it her destiny?
Fu Mingjue noticed that the person in his arms was restless, raised his hand and tapped her forehead, and said, "What are you thinking about?"

Ling Youyao came back to her senses, shook her head and said, "It's nothing, the snow seems to be getting bigger and bigger."

"This winter is colder than previous years." Fu Mingjue gently wrapped her arms around her waist, his tone subconsciously soft, "Try to go out as little as possible, let Zilan and the others do whatever they want. "

Ling Youyao froze slightly, and said unnaturally: "Understood, my lord, please let me down."

Early in the morning, he was caught here to approve official documents, and he nicknamed it: teach her to write, who knows if he wants to be lazy?

There was a chuckle in Fu Mingjue's throat, and he didn't intend to let her go, and teased: "There are still a bunch of official documents that have not been approved."

"..." She didn't come here for this batch of official documents, Ling Youyao curled her lips and said, "My hands are sore."

Hearing this, Fu Mingjue let go of her hand, pinched her slender wrist, and rubbed it gently for her, "Let's stop here today, and continue tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Ling Youyao looked at him in disbelief.

(End of this chapter)