The concubine is soft and charming, and the prince is willing to seduce her

Chapter 87 The person behind the scenes is calculating

Nan Mingzhu listened to their gossip and the handkerchief in her hand was about to be torn into pieces, but she dared not say a word.

The words that the Crown Princess just said to her were meant not only for her but also for everyone present.

No one dared to really start a conflict at this time.

A crowd of people left Ganlu Palace in a bustling crowd. Nan Zhiyu deliberately slowed down her pace, waiting for people to catch up with her.

Hearing hurried footsteps behind them, Lianyue and Qingdai turned around and saw Nan Zhaoxun, their living enemy, and couldn't help but be extremely alert.

Nan Zhiyu looked into Nan Zhaoxun's peach blossom eyes with a normal expression, "Sister, you are not going back to the side hall of Yiqiu Palace. Do you want to go back to Jiangyunxuan to greet me?"

Nan Mingzhu raised her head proudly and put her hand on her shoulder, "Nan Zhiyu, seeing how glorious I am, are you going crazy with jealousy?"

Nan Zhiyu smiled and pushed her hand away, "Sister, one should not be too complacent."

The rough hands fell in the air, and Nan Mingzhu curled her fingers slightly, "Nan Zhiyu, what do you mean by this?"

The panic in her tone proved that she was not calm at the moment.

Nan Zhiyu leaned close to her ear and whispered softly, "Sister, I really envy you for being so well protected even now."

These words came from the heart. Nan Zhiyu lost her aunt very early and had been lonely and helpless since childhood.

Nan Mingzhu's eyes revealed a moment of confusion, and then she pushed the man away viciously, "Don't think that I will believe what you say."

Nan Zhiyu brushed her sleeves and smiled brightly, "Sister, you will believe it."

Having said that, she turned around gracefully, took Qingdai's hand and walked away slowly.

Although she didn't know how Nan Mingzhu regained her position, she knew that the reason behind this matter was definitely not simple.

Prime Minister Nan, this old fox, must have used some tempting bargaining chips to make a shameful deal with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

Lian Yue saw that Nan Zhiyu looked calm, with an inexplicable madness in her eyes, and whispered, "My lady, don't worry. Even if Nan Zhaoxun regains his position, you don't have to be afraid. His Highness will protect you."

Nan Zhiyu smiled but said nothing. As for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, she didn't take it to heart at all.

Nan Zhiyu was shocked to hear the tragic news that Nan Zhaoxun had been poisoned and was unconscious at night. She sat on the Arhat couch and was completely stunned.

Fu Zhu said anxiously, "My lady, now all the concubines in the palace are rushing to Yi Qiu Palace. They are all wondering if it was you who did it."

Although Qingdai and the others did not speak, they all looked at her.

Nan Zhiyu slowly put down the purple basil drink in her hand, with a smile on her lips and a terrifyingly cold look in her eyes, "Why are you looking at me? Could it be that I killed him by poisoning him with my spirit leaving his body?"

He wanted to pin the crime of poisoning on her, and at the same time, eliminate Nan Mingzhu, his rival for favor, without arousing the Crown Prince's suspicion.

The person behind the scenes is so calculating!
She stood up, turned to Qingdai and said, "Go and get that small cloth bag."

Qingdai's eyes lit up slightly, and she quickly took out a wrapped leather scroll from the box.

Nan Zhiyu held it in her hand and ran towards Yi Qiu Palace with her hair disheveled.

Before they entered the door, they bumped into Chai Hui who was bringing people out. His eyes were fixed on Nan Zhiyu who looked a little embarrassed.

Nan Zhiyu panted slightly, grabbed Chai Hui's hand, and said intermittently: "Sister, how is she?"

Chai Hui looked into Yue Zhaoxun's bright and clear glass eyes and felt a little uncomfortable. It seemed that she still didn't know anything. She only knew that her half-sister was about to die.

And everyone pinned the crime of poisoning and murder on her.

He sighed and said, "I'm afraid he's dying. Your Highness, let me call you in."

Nan Zhiyu seemed to have been hit, her body staggered, and she murmured, "Why, why is it so sudden?"

"No, she can't die like this." Chai Hui didn't look at the panic and sadness in her eyes, and bent over and said, "Yue Zhaoxun, please come in."

Nan Zhiyu ran to the door quickly. The lights flickered and everyone's eyes were on her.

She looked at His Royal Highness the Crown Prince with a determined look and walked in step by step.

Wei Qingye sat in a high seat, looking down at her. His hand that was playing with the jade pendant on his waist paused for a moment, then he looked away indifferently.

Nan Zhiyu was not in a hurry. She stepped forward and bowed, saying, "I am here to pay my respects to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the Crown Princess. I heard that Sister Nan was poisoned and unconscious. I have a way to save her that I would like to try."

She came in a hurry, her face was plain and without any makeup, her long hair was loose, and her dress had no decoration at all.

Qi Zhaoying, who was sitting below the prince, showed a trace of regret in her eyes. She had originally wanted to use this man to restrain her sister, but who knew that the man would be gone just as her plan went into motion.

She looked at Nan Zhiyu seriously and said calmly, "Yue Zhaoxun, do you plead guilty?"

Nan Zhiyu looked up blankly in the direction of the Crown Princess, "I understand your eagerness to find out the real culprit behind the scenes, but we can't delay saving people any longer, otherwise, I'm afraid my sister will really die."

Ming Zhaoyi sneered as if she had heard some ridiculous joke, "From what you said, it seems like you can save someone that even the imperial physician couldn't."

Nan Zhiyu anxiously cast her eyes on the prince, "Your Highness, if the person cannot be saved, I will be buried with her. Please allow me to try."

Anyway, being framed and poisoning someone would result in death, and being buried with someone would also be death. She might as well give it a try, and maybe she could find a way to survive.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince stroked the jade pendant with his hand, tightly grasping the tassel underneath, without saying a word.

The Crown Princess patted the table and emphasized, "The maidservant serving Nan Zhaoxun has testified that you are the murderer, so stop messing around."

Nan Zhiyu's face lost all color, and she argued: "Even if Your Highness and the other concubines think that I was the one who poisoned her, we can still wait until we rescue her from the hands of the King of Hell before we can discuss who is right and who is wrong."

She said, turning around and walking towards the inner room.

Shuanghan tried to stop him, "Yue Zhaoxun, you really want to kill my young master..."

Before he could finish what he was saying, he was suddenly slapped to the ground.

Nan Zhiyu frowned slightly and glanced at her sideways, "Who the hell do you think you are? How dare you stop me from saving people?!"

Seeing that the prince didn't say a word from beginning to end, Lian Yue made an idea in her mind. She asked Qingdai to go in and serve him while she watched the palace maid outside.

The leather bag was opened, revealing rows of neatly arranged gold needles.

Nan Zhiyu would be lying if she said she wasn't nervous, because she learned this acupuncture technique from a traveling medical practitioner before she was ten years old, and she has never used it since her aunt passed away.

But she had already mastered this needle technique by heart.

The imperial physician who was watching from the side saw Yue Zhaoxun's hands trembling before inserting the needle, and his heart began to tremble wildly, fearing that the young lady would kill herself if she was not careful.

Then I'm afraid his old bones will also be buried with him.

The prince sat in the outer hall and never looked inside from beginning to end.

Only Chai Hui saw that His Highness's hands were clenched into fists under his sleeves, veins bulging on the back of his hands, and his heart was not as calm as he looked on the surface.

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　　Let me just avoid a pitfall: The dog prince is keeping silent here, so let me slap him twice, but don’t dislike him, because in the next chapter, this bastard will give the explanation.

　　I don't know if the style of this one will be a little bit disconnected, because the mood of the first 1000 words is completely different from that of the last 1000 words. My dears, please bear with it. If you think it's not good, please tell me and Tangtang will change it.

　　
　
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