The daily life of the great devil's favorite wife

Chapter 293
Under everyone's gaze, Zhuang Jiang slowly raised his eyes.In an instant, the atmosphere in the entire hall became solemn.

"The empress said just now that the stories are all conjectures. It seems that everyone doesn't like to hear fake stories."

Bright eyes swept across the crowd, Zhuang Jiang's tone was light but disturbing.

"In that case, let me tell you today, a true story that has been covered in dust for twenty years."

After all, Zhuang Jiang's eyes fell on the imperial concubine first.At this time, the noble concubine's complexion was still pale, but she was full of doubts about Zhuang Jiang's gaze.

At this moment, she felt that Zhuang Jiang's lock made her feel ominous.

"Princess, if you tell a story, tell the story. What's the use of your painstaking rendering?"

Mo Yonghong sneered, he felt that Zhuang Jiang was simply playing tricks.

But what he didn't expect was that Zhuang Jiang ignored him at all.Instead, he walked slowly in front of the imperial concubine, with his hands behind his back and a smile on his face.

"20 years ago, my aunt had a difficult childbirth, and His Highness the Sixth Highness died. The concubine Xian was accused of being a murderer, and she left an edict of guilt and committed suicide. Everyone here should know about this matter, right?"

The crisp voice exploded in the hall, and for a moment, there was no sound.

Everyone gasped, even Emperor Qing showed incredulous eyes at Zhuang Jiang's words.

Although he knew what Zhuang Jiang and Mo Linyuan were secretly investigating, but it was Eunuch Wei who assisted them all along.Therefore, he does not understand.

"So what if we know?" The queen stared at Zhuang Jiang coldly, "Should we still find out the old things from 20 years ago, so as to embarrass the royal family?"

Although the coldness in the Queen's eyes concealed her impatience, how could such details escape Zhuang Jiang's eyes?

"Yes, this is indeed an old story for the empress. But for the aunt who has no children anymore, it is a good story."

Zhuang Jiang's voice was crisp and clear, not in a hurry.

"What does this have to do with my palace..."

The noble concubine's body trembled slightly, as if she recalled that day 20 years ago.It was a day full of danger and suffering.

The sad humming flowed into the limbs and bones, making her unable to control herself.

"Auntie, aren't you curious why you have been weak and sick for so many years and have no heirs?"

Zhuang Jiang looked at the imperial concubine, and she perfectly sensed the sadness in her eyes.

So before the imperial concubine could speak, Zhuang Jiang had already answered for her.

"You are curious, of course you are."

After waving to Qing Yan, Zhuang Jiang walked to the center of the hall again.But this time, she lifted the drooping brocade in Qing Yan's arms.

The moment the brocade was lifted, an exquisite and elegant carved wooden box was displayed in front of everyone.Followed by it, there is also a refreshing fragrance.

This taste is almost exactly the same as ambergris.

At this moment, the imperial concubine, Minghu, empress, and concubine Liang all constricted their pupils.The only difference is the expression in the eyes, each has its own merits.

The imperial concubine and Minghu were shocked and flustered, while the empress and concubine Liang were in a deep, bottomless depth.

"Jiang'er, where did you find this thing?"

The imperial concubine asked excitedly, after so many years of being together day and night, she could recognize it at a glance, it was her box.

"Auntie, I ordered Qingyan to fetch this box from your bedroom. Therefore, it is indeed yours."

Zhuang Jiang raised his hand to caress the wooden box, pondered for a moment, and finally said loudly:

"Everyone, the bones are whispering, and you have been wronged for twenty years, please listen carefully."

(End of this chapter)