"I happened to hear the guards say that day."

"Oh? Really?" He Jingheng smiled: "But didn't the guard say 'Lord Zheng was kidnapped'? When did he say he was kidnapped by snow bandits?"

What?

He Jingheng's eyes were cold: "I wonder where did Third Uncle hear about the fact that Lord Zheng was kidnapped by the snow bandits."

"I'm just guessing." He said in a panic, "In this exile, only the Snow Bandits would do such a thing."

"Yeah?"

Just then, the door of the study was pushed open, Shang Ruoyi's figure appeared outside the door, and Ling Feng followed behind her.

"Did Third Uncle guess it, or did he get the news from somewhere?"

He Zhiyuan's eyes darkened slightly: "What do you mean by that?"

"Only people in the imperial court would say that Lord Zheng was abducted by the snow bandits." Because the guards in the mansion knew that the snow bandits were her people, her people would be tacitly regarded by them as their own people.

Moreover, He Jingheng deliberately publicized the fact that Zheng Qi was abducted, just to see if the spies in the mansion would be moved.

He originally wanted to go fishing, but he didn't expect to catch his uncle.

"I don't understand what you are saying." He Zhiyuan said coldly: "If you don't want to say it, forget it." He stood up and turned to leave.

Shang Ruoyi moved slightly and blocked the door.

"What are you doing?" He looked at He Jingheng angrily: "Jingheng, she is your elder after all. Your daughter-in-law is so rude to the elder, and you don't care."

He Jingheng leaned back in his chair, raised the corner of his lips slightly, and said, "Uncle San, I suspected everyone in the mansion, but I didn't suspect you."

He stood up, his eyes slightly cold: "I never expected that this little girl would be you."

"What details? Jingheng, what did you say?"

"After lurking in the palace for so many years, Uncle San's acting skills must have reached perfection!"

"Third Uncle." Shang Ruoyi took out the token and held it in front of him: "Do you know what this is?"

"The token of the Ding Kingdom's palace." He Zhiyuan said in a deep voice: "Why are you asking this?"

"Where is Third Uncle's token?"

He Zhiyuan snorted coldly: "I didn't have time to take it out during the previous house search."

"Really?" Shang Ruoyi smiled and said, "It's not that they didn't have time to take it during the house search, but that it was lost a long time ago!"

He Zhiyuan's pupils shrank slightly: "What did you say?"

"She said that Third Uncle's token was lost there when the Ling family was exterminated." She held the token in front of him: "This is your token."

"You are talking nonsense! What Ling family? What extermination? Don't slander me!"

"It seems that Uncle San doesn't know the secret hidden in this token."

"What do you mean?"

Shang Ruoyi moved her fingers slightly, and with a "click" sound, a tiny tag fell out of the token and fell at Ling Feng's feet.

The small sign clearly read "He Zhiyuan".

At that moment, he didn't know how to describe his feelings.

He Zhiyuan looked at the small sign and his pupils trembled.

How, how is this possible?

Shang Ruoyi took out another token, which also contained a small sign with He Jingheng's name written on it.

"I guess this little idea was hidden in it when the token was made, but none of you noticed it." When she got the token, she felt that there seemed to be an empty space inside, so she used her perspective to take a look.

I didn’t expect to see the words 껗 on the small sign inside.

She never expected that the uncle who seemed to be unable to carry anything in their eyes was actually a spy planted by Emperor Shun in the Prince Ding's Palace.

He is also the culprit who wiped out the Ling family.

Seeing that he couldn't deny it, He Zhiyuan narrowed his eyes, and the dagger in his hand flashed, and he stabbed towards Shang Ruoyi.

Shang Ruoyi sneered, drew out her dagger and started fighting with him.

He Jingheng frowned, flew forward, and swung his palm, hitting him directly on the back.

"Puff!" A burst of blood spurted out.

He Zhiyuan fell down.

Just then, the sound of fighting attracted He Yunyi.

"What happened?"

"Miss, please don't go over there." Yunqi said in a low voice.

Just then, something unexpected happened.

He Zhiyuan threw a fire bomb, and the dazzling light made everyone unable to open their eyes.

"Ah!" Only a scream was heard.

A dagger was placed on He Yunyi's neck.

The dagger was extremely sharp, leaving a bloody mark just after it touched the skin on her neck.

Bright red blood was flowing.

"Third uncle." He Yunyi said in disbelief: "It's Yunyi! Third uncle!"

"Shut up." He Zhiyuan's chest heaved violently.

There was a trace of blood on the corner of his lips, and he said angrily: "If you dare to come forward, I will kill her!"

"Third uncle."

"Shut up!" He Zhiyuan yelled, "I told you to shut up, do you understand?"

He Yunyi was already scared silly. How could her uncle, who usually loved her, become like this?

Everyone rushed over after hearing the noise. The old princess was terrified and trembling, she said, "Zhiyuan, what are you doing? She is Yunyi! Why are you crazy?"

"Yunyi!" Qin said tremblingly, "Yunyi, how are you?"

"Husband." Lin looked at him in shock: "What's going on?"

He Jingxi protected Cong and the child behind him and whispered, "Dad, what happened?"

"Back off! Everyone, back off!" He Zhiyuan said angrily, "No one should move forward, or I will cut her neck with a knife."

Lin started to cry at this time: "Husband, have you lost your mind? What on earth is going on? "

He Zhiyuan looked at He Jingheng and sneered: "When I was doing these things back then, I had already guessed that this would happen, but I didn't expect it to come so soon."

"Why?" He Jingheng said coldly: "You also have the blood of the Dingguo Palace flowing in your body, why do you do these things?"

"Oh." He Zhiyuan sneered, "Yes, they are both blood of the Dingwang Palace. Why can He Yu inherit the throne, while you can only be a county prince without any power? You are also a legitimate son! Is it because he was born earlier than you?" He looked at the old princess and said angrily, "Mother, it's still you. Second brother is not your biological son, but is you not either? Why can't you be the Dingwang?"

The old princess cried and said, "Zhiyuan, listen to your mother and put the knife down."

Let go? He snorted coldly: "Do you think you can turn back now?" The dagger in his hand was a little closer to He Yunyi's neck: "Today, either you let her go, or let her be buried with you!"

He Jingheng said coldly: "I will not let you go. Five years ago, you copied the wartime geomancy map, which caused tens of thousands of soldiers to die in Qijing Pass. I wonder if those soldiers who died tragically will ask for your life when you dream at midnight."