It was like all my efforts had been in vain.
Song Xizhi closed his eyes and remained silent; a faint sigh could be heard from inside the room.
Everyone looked powerless and exhausted; they all felt utterly drained.
Because so many people died, and so many people were involved.
They were all their own flesh and blood relatives, stirring up everyone's hatred and resentment.
Everyone present at this moment—Pei Yunyi, Song Xizhi, the Divine Physician Rihua, and even the corpse before them—is a victim of this mystery, and has paid an endless price for it.
But to this day, they still don't know why.
Pei Yunyi stood there pondering for a long time, then slowly raised his head and said to Song Xizhi, "Actually, we only need one more person to piece together the complete truth of the matter."
Song Xizhi paused for a moment, then looked at him tentatively: "You mean... Your Majesty?"
Before Pei Yunyi could answer, she had already guessed his meaning: "But didn't His Majesty warn you not to investigate?"
If he could speak, he wouldn't have been so heartless, causing the unsuspecting Pei Yunyi to suffer the pain of losing his family and ultimately banishing him to the White Horse Temple.
In fact, on the night the emperor was assassinated and his life hung by a thread in the air at Huaqing Palace, Song Xizhi overheard the two arguing in the hall and also heard the emperor's warning to Pei Yunyi.
The emperor, whose life hung by a thread, roared with fury and ordered him to stop investigating anything about his mother.
If the whole truth were to be revealed now, then the emperor...
This was Pei Yunyi's last remaining relative in the world.
Song Xizhi was somewhat worried, but Pei Yunyi held her hand and smiled faintly: "There are no buts. This matter is of great importance, and I must know."
After saying this, Pei Yunyi went directly to the palace on horseback.
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