The punishment of the female imperial court

Chapter 269: Conspiracy
The gilded animal-head incense burner exhaled wisps of green smoke, which formed a hazy gauze curtain between the coiled dragon pillars, separating the two people. The green jade ring on Jiang Jiqing's fingertip reflected the candlelight, casting a dark green shadow on the imperial desk.

"The real cause of death?" The young emperor repeated these words, with a sarcastic arc at the corner of his lips. "The cause of death was suffocation. Lord Yu said it very clearly."

Yu Qiansi remained in a bowed position and could clearly see the glazed floor tiles reflecting the caisson on the dome. Nine golden dragons were twisting and circling in the candlelight, as if they were about to pounce down at any time.

If you really care about the lives of the Lan family, why do you only want an ambiguous answer?
Jiang Jiqing looked at Yu Qiansi, who was so respectful and even had every hair in her hair well-behaved. He could no longer remember what she was like in the past when she treated him like her own brother.

Just a few months seemed like a lifetime ago.

"Master Yu, how is the case you wanted to investigate?"

Seeing him bring it up on his own initiative, Yu Qiansi was just what she wanted. She had originally wanted to take this opportunity to present her case to the emperor. Now that she didn't have the bronze token, it was not easy to enter the palace, and she didn't know when the next time would be.

"We have some clues, but we are still missing some key information. If we can investigate the palace, we can find the murderer."

The mist of another world moved with the wind. Jiang Jiqing's eyes flashed with the friendship of the past, and then disappeared without a trace: "Okay, I will give you three more days to deal with everything. Choose a day to go to the palace to see the Queen and find out what you want to find out."

Sitting on the high platform, after watching Yu Qiansi leave, he stood up and walked to the window, opened it and looked at the bright moon in the distance.

"How is it outside the palace?"

De Ming held the gilded hand warmer close to the candlestick, and the wick crackled and burst into a flower.

"News has been passed on outside the palace," he squinted at the emperor's expression, his voice as light as falling snowflakes, "I think the man has been taken into custody."

Jiang Jiqing was stirring the incense ash with a silver stick, and when he heard the slight tremor at the end of Deming's words, his fingertips paused. The agarwood powder fell on the green jade paperweight, winding like dried blood.

"Ask if you have any questions." He suddenly chuckled, "I said there should be no barriers between you and me."

De Ming knelt on the ground with his forehead against the cold gold brick. "Your Majesty, why are you doing this? I just feel sorry for your Majesty. Lord Yu will definitely resent you for this."

“Resentment?” The young emperor picked up the white jade Pixiu handle on the table and looked at the blood in its belly under the candlelight. He thought seriously for a moment, then suddenly laughed and sighed, “De Ming, human hearts are much more complicated than this jade carving.”

The Pixiu's eyeballs suddenly fell off and rolled on the table with a crisp sound.

"Humans are the most likely to say one thing and mean another. Zifei'er, you will never know who is the most important person in this person's heart."

The night wind lifted the silk curtains, and Jiang Jiqing's voice mixed with the sobbing evening breeze in the palace.

"The strategies in those storybooks are layered and gorgeous, but they are not real. If you can't read people's minds, you can't get them to join the game willingly. If you can't join the game, no matter how clever the strategy is, it will be useless."

The heart of planning.

The original intention was to observe and also to calculate. It started from the imperial mausoleum, or from when Yu Qiansi agreed to help Bo Yi to investigate the old case.

Only by knowing the position of Yu Qiansi in Bo Yi's heart can his next plan be carried out smoothly.

He looked out the window at the dark palace, his eyes colder than the icicles on the eaves, and sighed softly with the wind into the night. "It's really cold this year, I don't know when the first snow will fall."

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The stone lions outside the palace gate were taking a nap with their eyes downcast under the lamp. Yu Qiansi drove across the palace gate from afar and saw Shang Fu, who was pacing back and forth at the palace gate. The corners of his mouth were bleeding under the palace lanterns, making him look like a scalded quail.

Yu Qiansi paused, but still walked over.

"The curfew is coming, what are you doing here, Lord Shaoqing?"

"Lord Yu!" Seeing the scarlet figure, he almost fell to his knees as if he had seen a savior, "Lord Yu, you finally came out. Look at the corners of my mouth, I'm so anxious." As he spoke, he exhaled a large cloud of white mist, and his eyelashes were covered with ice crystals.

Yu Qiansi took a half step back, turned his wrist boredly, and turned the world around: "What's the matter with you?"

Shang Fu was so anxious that he tried to pull her sleeve, but thinking of what happened in Lingyun Pavilion, he quickly retracted his hand: "Oh, you just entered the palace, and then my superior sent people to arrest Brother Bo Yi! I couldn't stop them, so I could only think of looking for you for help."

"Why were you arrested?"

He looked around and suddenly lowered his voice, "It is said that he colluded with others to rob the imperial mausoleum and killed Shi Mo'er to silence her. Robbing the imperial mausoleum is a serious crime to exterminate an entire family, not to mention that it is now related to the Lan family."

The sound of Yuli Qiankun suddenly stopped. The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and the palace gate closed slowly with a slow and solemn sound. In the distance, the footsteps of the Jinwu Guards patrolling at night came, and the clanging sound of armor colliding made her eardrums hurt.

Shi Moer was found by Bo Yi, and he did enter the imperial mausoleum and took some things out for Shi Moer.

All of these things counted together, Bo Yi was not wronged. If she risked her life, went to the palace to petition, and took over the entire autopsy of the imperial tomb, in order to find out the cause of the case, it would be an explanation to the emperor.

However, the two most important things: killing Shi Moer to silence her and then being involved in the investigation of the whereabouts of the Lan family, are what the saint fears the most at the moment.

If someone really proved that Bo Yi killed someone to silence him, then Bo Yi's hard work in defending the imperial mausoleum would be seen as collusion with the Lan family. This would be a fatal move, and it might bring Bo Yi to ruin.

What a brilliant plot, using truth to conceal falsehood, making it hard to refute.

She was so panicked that she could hardly control herself. She could only force herself to recite the Heart Clearing Mantra silently, and then slowly asked, "Where is the evidence? There must be evidence to arrest someone, right?" The voice was so distant and faint that she could hardly tell it was her own.

Hearing this, Shang Fu's face turned ugly, and he seemed to have some sympathy for her. In the end, under Yu Qiansi's questioning eyes, he shook out a roll of documents from his sleeve, and the autopsy grid rustled in the wind: "It's the autopsy result of Zhang Xiao's autopsy. Old man Su looked at the size of the murder weapon written on the autopsy grid and was sure that he had seen the murder weapon. He said that the size of this murder weapon is exactly the same as the murderous black knife that Bo Yi carried when he returned to Qifo City."

Shang Fu also felt very upset, because this was irrefutable evidence that he could not argue with.

After all, Zhang Yilun had never seen Bo Yi's knife.

Yu Qiansi looked at the autopsy results, which were written by Zhang Yilun. She closed her eyes and suddenly laughed.

Shang Fu was frightened by her laughter. Just as he was about to speak, he saw a scarlet figure running towards the Dali Temple in the cold wind.

The moonlight stretched her shadow long and thin, like a sword dripping with blood.