Zong Zhengli took the broken material, the only piece of evidence, to the patrol camp. The soldiers in the patrol camp respected King Li very much and took the initiative to help when they heard there was a need.

Everyone went out together, some investigated, some searched.

They dispersed, some went to look for clues related to the silk fabric; some went to Zuimenglou to investigate; and some started patrols, investigating suspicious people in the past two days and eliminating the suspects one by one...

Everyone got busy.

Qin Ye was also busy running around, but because he had a bulging belly, he felt tired and had a backache after just two laps.

Zong Zhengli took her to the teahouse to sit for a while and rest.

"Let the patrol camp investigate. The results will be reported immediately. Don't worry, nothing will happen in the palace. The prince has been loved by the emperor since he was a child. The emperor will protect him."

He comforted him and handed a cup of hot tea to Qin Ye.

His hands were as cold as ice, and so were his eyes.

Qin Ye held the teacup and whispered, "I just suddenly wondered if King Feng pushed the person himself..."

"Hmm? What?"

The voice was too soft and he couldn't hear it clearly.

"nothing."

Qin Ye took a sip of hot tea and changed the subject.

Some time ago, when they went to look for the undead flower, King Feng sent out assassins, and now the evidence that he sent the assassins is still in the hands of King Chen.

Prince Feng was worried that Zong Zhengchen would present this evidence to the emperor and be punished, so he took the initiative to kill Yao'er and put the blame on Prince Chen?

If you think about it carefully, this is not impossible.

But King Feng is nearly thirty years old and has no sons or daughters. He wants a child so badly, he shouldn't be so drastic, right?

She frowned and thought about it over and over again, but to no avail.

Zong Zhengli looked at her belly and suddenly said, "The royal family is in trouble, and all kinds of accidents will always happen. You must protect your belly and be careful not to get hurt."

Qin Ye's brows tightened and he touched his belly subconsciously.

A five-month-old belly is already larger than an average person's, so my physical strength can't keep up and I feel very tired after walking a few steps.

"If someone wants to harm my child, I will fight him to the death even if it costs me my life."

The man lowered his eyes, his slender fingertips clasped the rim of the cup, tapping it lightly from time to time.

Outside the teahouse, a servant from Prince Chen's mansion came over:

"Princess, the prince has returned from the palace and couldn't find you, so he is worried."

Qin Ye looked up and responded. After saying goodbye to Zong Zhengli, he thanked him several times before returning home with the servant.

After she left.

Zong Zhengli raised his eyes lazily, took out the small piece of cloth, looked at it, then opened the lid of the incense burner and threw it in.

When silk comes into contact with fire, it gives off green smoke, quickly turns black and catches fire, and burns to ashes.

At this time, the secret guard came and took out a neatly folded piece of rice paper from his sleeve and said in a deep voice:

"Master, Prince Chen and Princess Chen are not at home, so I got it easily..."

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Outside the palace gate.

King Feng almost went crazy, "Why!"

He grabbed his hair, his eyes red like a mad beast, "Just because Zong Zhengchen is Concubine Xiao's son! Just because of this, you have always favored him since he was a child. Am I not your son? Should my innocent child die miserably?"

"ah!!"

He was so angry that he kicked over the flower pot next to him, which frightened the royal guards so much that they lowered their heads, pretended they saw nothing, and dared not say anything.

The emperor did not punish Prince Chen, but instead suppressed the matter with the reason that there was no solid evidence to incriminate Prince Chen and that mere speculation could not be counted.

Obviously, this is favoritism.

Although they are both the emperor's children, they are treated in two completely different ways.

The baby in Yao'er's belly died, and the emperor protected Prince Chen very well; if the baby in Qin Ye's belly died, the emperor would be furious.

He suspected that he was not the emperor's biological son, otherwise why would the emperor be so partial to him?

hateful!

exasperating!

ah!!

Prince Feng was furious all the way, and he wanted to wield a sword and rush directly to Prince Chen's mansion to kill the overbearing Zong Zhengchen with one sword.

“Getting angry doesn’t solve anything.”

Suddenly, there was a voice behind me.

King Feng stopped and turned his head to look, only to see a man standing at the entrance of the alley. The man was wearing a bamboo hat and a thick cloak, and was wrapped tightly from head to toe. Even his eyes could not be seen, and even his age and body shape could not be determined. He looked extremely mysterious.

There was a hoarseness in the low voice, as if he was in his thirties.

The voice said, "In order to seek justice for the unborn child, you should do whatever it takes. Since the emperor is protecting Prince Chen, you should create evidence that is as solid as a mountain and make it impossible for him to turn over."

King Feng was stunned.

Who is this person? How could he know the affairs of the royal family so clearly?

This person seems to be hostile to King Chen?

He asked cautiously: "Who are you?"

The man walked towards him, "It doesn't matter who I am."

A pale, bloodless hand stretched out from under the wide cloak, with a neatly folded piece of rice paper between the fingers.

The voice was still hoarse: "This is the handwriting of Princess Chen..."