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

Chapter 89

The prince's eyebrows were as cold as frost. "I want to ask you, why did you murder Nan Zhaoxun and put the blame on Yue Zhaoxun?"

Shuanghan knew that there was no room for maneuver in this matter, and she was wavering inside. She had her own concerns.

Nan Zhiyu leaned forward and half-knelt, pinching her chin and saying word by word: "You were sentenced to death for murdering the master, but you walked away cleanly. It's a pity that your mother and brothers in your family will be implicated.

Tell the truth, and your master may help you out of our past friendship."

The gentle voice touched Shuanghan's heart. She looked at Nan Mingzhu, whose eyes were red with anger, and the moments they had spent together over the years came to her mind.

She felt as if someone had poured a basin of cold water on her. The fog had been cleared away, and her mind was clear. She said in a choked voice, "Your Highness, I have told you everything..."

Shuanghan gathered up all his courage, and the moment he looked up, his pupils shrank slightly, and all his courage was instantly shattered.

She kowtowed solemnly on the ground, closed her eyes, a tear rolled down her eye sockets, and said in a trembling voice: "All of this was done by me alone, and no one else instructed me to do it."

Nan Mingzhu felt as if she had fallen into an icy cave. She didn't believe that this stupid girl had done this.

Just now in the inner hall, Hongyu had finally woken her up and told her that Shuanghan had framed Nan Zhiyu who had just pulled her back from the gates of hell. She felt that she must not have woken up yet and was still dreaming.

But reality slapped her hard in the face.

"Why, Shuanghan, tell me why?" Nan Mingzhu grabbed Shuanghan's shoulders and said in a hurried voice.

Shuanghan looked at her with hatred, pushed her to the ground, stood up with a smile, and said fiercely and resolutely: "Because of this disgusting scar, hatred continues to grow in my heart, and you never feel guilty.

Do you know how desperate I felt lying there, waiting to die, with the cold rain soaking through my clothes?

At that time, she had never thought of betrayal, but such a short time later, she actually felt a little regretful.

Nan Mingzhu was completely devastated. She shook her head and tried to explain, "It's not like that, it's not like that. I didn't abandon you..."

"That's enough. I don't need any belated explanation at all." Frost looked at her coldly and stabbed her chest with the fruit knife hidden in his sleeve without hesitation.

Everyone present was so frightened that they used their round fans to block their vision. Only Nan Zhiyu stood there, covered in blood.

She was like an exquisite puppet, with her eyes lowered and her pale face showing a bit of loss.

Wei Qingye subconsciously looked towards her. She was standing there quietly in the dim candlelight. The fear and sadness that she revealed invisibly made her feel even more broken.

The prince suddenly felt that he had let her down in this matter.

Only Nan Mingzhu quickly crawled to Shuanghan and hugged him tightly in her arms, "Why, why?"

Shuanghan choked with blood, and his lips opened and closed as he uttered three words: "Sorry!"

Her blood-stained hands tightly grasped Nan Mingzhu's collar, but she hadn't said a word yet.

His fingers loosened instantly and he fell back into Nan Mingzhu's arms.

The open eyes were stained with blood, as if they were tears of blood shed by a person who died with his eyes open.

"Frost..." Nan Mingzhu felt helpless for the first time. The person left silently in her arms, but she could not do anything.

The Crown Princess sighed and said, "This man has committed suicide, and the crime of murdering the master has been atoned for. Come, send the body to the mass grave!"

Nan Mingzhu held the corpse tightly and refused to let go. The other concubines couldn't help but sigh when they saw her crying and in disarray.

The prince sat on the upper seat with a dull look in his eyes, and it was impossible to guess what he was thinking.

The Crown Princess waved to the concubines and said, "It's so late, everyone should go back first!"

However, none of them moved. Their eyes fell on the prince intentionally or unintentionally, and their expressions were so explicit.

Nan Zhiyu bowed to the Crown Princess with an expressionless face and said, "Thank you for your grace, Crown Princess. I will take my leave now." Her eyes did not fall on him at all, and she did not even mention him when she took her leave.

Chai Hui's heart skipped a beat and he turned around to look. Sure enough, the Crown Prince had a very ugly expression on his face.

"Crown Princess, is this how you manage your harem?"

These words were almost directed at the Crown Princess, saying that she was incompetent in management.

The Crown Princess was so frightened that she stood up from her chair and knelt down, "It's all my fault for my incompetence. I hope Your Highness will calm down."

The prince looked at the figure walking away in the night wind, and felt a pain in his heart, feeling extremely uncomfortable. He glanced at the concubines present, but there was not a single one that he liked.

"If this happens again, the power to manage the harem should be replaced!"

The Crown Princess was terribly frightened, and felt even more humiliated at being scolded in front of everyone.

"Since you care so much about Nan Zhaoxun, why don't you stay here and spend some time with her tonight!"

The prince's shoes fell to the ground, his robe was lifted up, and he walked out of the hall with big strides without stopping.

Ming Zhaoyi bit her lip and looked at the prince's back with resentful eyes, "Crown Princess, I am not feeling well, and there is no room for so many sisters here, so I will take my leave first."

The Crown Princess slapped the table and said in a gentle but dignified voice: "Since Ming Zhaoyi is not feeling well, you should stay here for a while. After all, the imperial physician has not left yet. If anything happens to you, you can get treatment in time."

Ming Zhaoyi wanted to open her mouth to explain, but thinking of the prince's ugly face tonight, she had no choice but to come back and sit down obediently.

The bloodstains on the ground were quickly cleaned up, and Nan Mingzhu was helped by Hongyu into the inner room to rest. She sat on the couch with empty eyes, clutching the quilt.

The prince did not even take the sedan chair, and searched along the palace road, but there was no sign of Nan Zhiyu.

Chai Hui and others followed him all the way and finally arrived at Jiangyunxuan, only then did they receive the news that Yue Zhaoxun had not returned.

Chai Hui quickly whispered to make amends: "Maybe Yue Zhaoxun and the others are slow, if we wait a little longer, maybe they will come back!"

Wei Qingye glared at him and walked into the hall.

Ye Mu faded away, the sky gradually brightened, Chai Hui was so sleepy that he yawned continuously, but when he looked at the empty hall, his mind instantly became clear.

Yue Zhaoxun never returned after leaving Yi Qiu Palace.

The meaning of this is self-evident!
The prince went to court with a gloomy face, and his sarcastic tone left the ministers in the court speechless.

The emperor sitting on the dragon throne was even more surprised. He turned around and whispered to Ander, "What happened to this rebellious son today?"

Ander replied seriously: "Your Highness may be in a bad mood?"

The emperor was very happy and said, "Who has the ability to make him so angry and frustrated? I really want to see it."

I never thought that there is someone who can deal with this brat, it's really... there is always someone better!

As the emperor thought about it, he couldn't help laughing out loud.

The eyes of all the civil and military ministers in the court were all on him. Their curious and pleading eyes were hard to ignore!
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　　Tangtang Baba plot: Actually, I personally feel that the writing of these two pictures is quite complicated. At the beginning, I wanted to show the pleasure of the heroine getting slapped in the face, but the result was a bit complicated.

　　Because human relationships are not black and white, enemies may become allies because of the drive of interests.

　　I didn't expect Zhizhi to save Nan Mingzhu, nor did I expect the maid beside her to rebel. I felt a little sad that I wrote her to death (﹏) But looking back at the plot carefully, if her death was inevitable, there was nothing I could do to save her.

　　
　
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