There were many different opinions in the capital, and the excitement lasted for several days until the news of Nanyou's request for peace reached the capital, and the people in the capital had something new to watch.
People forget things quickly. When a new hot spot emerges, few people remember that a nine-year-old child died in an accident.
Even Emperor Jingxi was surprised by the end of the war and was busy holding a banquet to celebrate, and had long forgotten about his nephew's death. Only Princess Qingyang was still brooding over it.
Since the Dali Temple and the Ministry of Justice no longer investigated Mu Zhao's case, she investigated it herself.
All those who had offended her and whom she hated became thorns in her eyes and bones in her flesh. She believed that these people might be the murderers of her son.
She couldn't figure out who her enemy was, so she decided to take revenge on everyone indiscriminately.
Her son died, and she wanted someone else's son to go to hell to accompany her son.
So during the winter hunt organized by Emperor Jingxi, a group of assassins appeared, targeting the young men present.
But swords have no eyes, and there will always be times when they accidentally hurt others.
When the assassin appeared, Emperor Jingxi was about to shoot the first arrow of the winter hunt. There were not many guards around him, but several princes were surrounding him.
The princes are all young men and are also within the assassin's target range. The assassins are all desperate criminals and will naturally not let them go just because of their identities.
Fortunately, there were some guards protecting them, so they were not hacked to death when they were caught off guard.
Emperor Jingxi was the most important person at the scene, so he was naturally protected in the center. He was not a young man, so he should be safer than the princes.
However, when the assassin stabbed the second prince from behind Emperor Jingxi with a sword, the second prince dodged.
"Father, be careful!"
The Ninth Prince shouted loudly.
Emperor Jingxi turned around in confusion and saw his son, who had just been found, struggling to block the assassin's sword with his sword.
His thin body was shaking, as if it was very difficult for him to block the assassin's attack.
Even so, he had no intention of giving up and stood firmly behind his old father.
The guard who arrived killed the assassin with a knife, and the blood splattered on the boy's face and body, making him look very embarrassed.
After a few coughs, the face that looked excessively white with bright colors came into Emperor Jingxi's eyes, and his heart skipped a beat.
The boy's gaze was actually a bit offensive, but Emperor Jingxi thought that Xiao Ba was checking to see if he was injured.
The young man asked, "Father, are you not hurt?"
Sure enough, Xiao Ba was worried about his safety.
Xiaoba is such a filial child.
"I'm glad Father is alright."
After he finished speaking, the young man covered his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood. Emperor Jingxi's pupils shrank slightly. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the young man wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.
Then he smiled nonchalantly and said, "It's just an old illness. I'm fine."
Emperor Jingxi's eyes were filled with tears. Even though he was in such poor health, he still wanted to block the sword for him. What a good boy.
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