Tyrant, calm down

Chapter 557 The Day of Death
The three of you looked at me, I looked at you, and finally Anmu took a step forward, saying solemnly: "My lord, the subordinates are just worried, is there someone who is not good for the lord or the princess."

Murong Li remained silent for a long while.

Even though the three of them were five steps away from him, they could still clearly feel the cold coercion emanating from him.

After walking for a while, the three heard him say: "Let Fengyin find a way to find out where all the people who worked in Duanwang's mansion are now."

"If possible, ask him to bring a few people back quietly. There are some things... this king wants to ask them personally."

All three were startled.

The turmoil in my heart is tantamount to a stormy sea.

Is the prince really starting to doubt King Jin?
sky!Should they hurry up and tell the princess, if the princess knows the news, she will be very happy!

After not hearing the movement behind him for a long time, Murong frowned sharply, stopped and turned around.

"What? Didn't you hear my king's words?"

The three of them came back to their senses for a moment, and hurriedly responded.

"I heard, this subordinate will make arrangements now!"

The three split up.

An Ming was in charge of sending the letter to Feng Yin, while An Ming and An Tai told Shen Jingshu what Murong Li had told Feng Yin to investigate.

After Shen Jing listened to the book, the corners of her lips curled up like a flower.

It seemed that things were exactly as she thought.

……

The matter of finding someone is going on secretly.

Two days later, Shen Jingshu had another headache and passed out again.

On that day, there was a strong wind and heavy rain. It was clearly noon, but the sky and the earth were as dark as night.

Murong Li stood at the door, quietly watching all the imperial physicians taking turns to diagnose Shen Jing's pulse.

Dim light came in from outside the house, reflecting his dark eyes, his breath was cold, and his whole body stood there like an iceberg.

The weather was already cold, but because of him, the temperature in the room was so low that people couldn't help but want to shiver, but because of him, no one dared to shiver.

The look in his eyes and the evil spirit on his body are too scary.

Everyone dare not fight.

"My lord, please forgive me..."

The last physician Zhang who was taking the pulse stood up tremblingly. Before he could finish speaking, Murong Li waved his hand, motioning for An Tai to send him out.

When the imperial physician retreated, Murong Li took out a piece of passion cardamom from his bosom without hesitation, stuffed it into Shen Jingshu's mouth, and then stood by the bedside, holding Shen Jingshu's hand tightly with his big palm, as if To rub it into his blood.

In fact, he didn't have the habit of bringing medicine with him, but since Shen Jing took the passion cardamom and woke up quickly last time, he would bring the medicine with him every day in case of emergency.

At the same time, in the backyard of Xie Mansion, in a wing room of a small courtyard, the lights were bright and cigarettes were curling up.

"Mu Han, offer a stick of incense to your grandfather."

"En." Xie Muhan responded softly, took the green incense that was already lit in Mrs. Xie's hand, bowed respectfully to the tablet in front of her three times, and then inserted it into the incense burner.

After he stood up straight, Mrs. Xie handed over three green incense sticks.

"Today is the anniversary of your biological grandfather's death. You should stick these three incense sticks for him."

Xie Muhan didn't say anything, took the incense and also made three bows, and inserted the incense into the incense burner in front of another tablet.

Putting on the incense, he stepped back three steps, Mrs. Xie caressed the tablet in front of her with trembling hands, but finally couldn't suppress the surging emotion in her heart, her eyes were full of tears.

"Qinghan, after so many years, I have finally avenged you. You know, you can rest in peace."

What responded to the old lady was the flickering lights and the cold wind pouring into the room.

(End of this chapter)