Nangong Beiyu's tears finally burst out, flowing freely like a flood that broke through the dam.
He knelt on the ground, gently stroking his mother's cold face with his hands, his voice choked with sobs and sorrow: "Mother, I am late, and I have caused you such suffering. I am unfilial!"
The mournful cries echoed in the room, but could no longer wake up the sleeping mother.
He recalled the warm times he had spent with his mother, and those scenes were like sharp knives, piercing his heart.
When he was a child, his mother was always by his side, teaching him how to write and draw.
Every stroke and every outline is filled with the mother's patience and care.
On sunny afternoons, his mother would take him to play in the garden, and his laughter would echo among the flowers.
When night fell, he snuggled in his mother's arms, listening to the soft lullaby, and gradually fell into a sweet dream.
But now, all of this has come to nothing.
He could not accept the cruel reality before him and could not imagine the pain and fear his mother went through in the last moments of her life.
He stared at his mother's closed eyes, as if he could see her despair and helplessness before her death.
Those eyes that were once full of tenderness and love have now dimmed forever.
He gently stroked his mother's hair. The silky smooth hair had now lost its luster and was scattered messily to the side.
Nangong Beiyu's breathing became rapid and his chest heaved violently.
He clenched his teeth, the anger in his heart burning more and more fiercely.
He swore that no matter what the cost, he would find the murderer behind the scenes, make them pay with blood, and seek justice for his mother's tragic death.
He carefully observed the wounds on his mother's body, trying to infer the type of weapon from the shape and depth of the wounds.
Every scar was like a mystery, waiting for him to solve.
His eyes were full of determination and resoluteness, as if he wanted to see the murderer's true face through these scars.
In this atmosphere filled with blood and sorrow, Nangong Beiyu's eyes gradually became firm and cold.
He knew that from this moment on, his life would exist only for revenge. He would use the blood of his enemies to pay tribute to his mother's spirit in heaven, so that justice could be served and his mother could rest in peace.
He slowly stood up and scanned every corner of the room, not missing any clues.
The bloodstains on the wall and the messy footprints on the ground became the focus of his investigation.
His mind raced, thinking about possible killers and their motives.
At this moment, Nangong Beiyu is no longer the carefree boy he once was.
His heart was filled with hatred and responsibility. He wanted to use his own strength to seek justice for his mother and make those who did evil receive the punishment they deserved.
He walked out of the room and the sunlight outside was particularly dazzling.
But his heart was shrouded in darkness, and the flame of revenge burned in his heart.
He knew that the road ahead was full of difficulties and obstacles, but he was not afraid.
Because he had a firm belief in his heart, which was to avenge his mother.
Nangong Beiyu took a deep breath, sorted out his emotions, and began to investigate the truth behind his mother's murder.
In the depths of the palace, Nangong Beiyu was immersed in the great grief of losing his mother, and the entire palace was shrouded in a layer of haze.
The emperor arrived first. His steps were heavy and concerned, and the majesty on his face was replaced by deep worry.
He looked at Nangong Beiyu, his eyes full of pity and sympathy, and said in a low and gentle voice: "Beiyu, my father is well aware of your pain at this moment, and I feel the same way.
Your father will definitely help avenge your mother. Your father is also waiting for your return, so he used an ice coffin to preserve your mother's body. Your mother is gentle and virtuous. This tragedy is a misfortune for you and me.
But you need to cheer up and don't let the grief break your spine." The emperor patted Nangong Beiyu's shoulder, trying to convey strength and comfort.
The queen soon arrived, her face kind and compassionate, her eyes gleaming with a soft maternal light.
She approached Nangong Beiyu, gently took his hand, and said softly: "Beiyu, mother knows that you have a deep relationship with mother, and this disaster is a heavy blow to you.
But in the palace, everyone is your support.
Your mother and father will protect you. I hope you can accept your grief and regain the courage to face the future."
The prince also hurried over, his face full of anxiety and concern.
He looked at Nangong Beiyu, tears in his eyes, and said, "Beiyu, you and I grew up together and are as close as brothers.
I feel your pain.
At this moment, you must be strong and don't let sadness lose your mind.
I will always be by your side and will go through this difficult time with you."
The emperor spoke again, his voice firm: "Beiyu, your father will allow you time to heal your wounds, but he also hopes that you can remember your mother's kindness and turn it into strength to move forward.
The affairs of the palace are complicated, and the emperor still needs to rely on you and the younger generation."
The Queen continued, "Beiyu, your mother will instruct the palace maids to take good care of your daily life. You just need to rest and recuperate."
The prince held Nangong Beiyu's hand tightly and said solemnly: "Beiyu, don't disappoint the expectations of my father and mother, and don't make me worry.
When you have recovered, we will work together to contribute to the peace and prosperity of the palace."
Under the care and comfort of the emperor, empress and prince, although Nangong Beiyu was still immersed in grief, he also felt a sense of warmth and support in his heart.
He fought back his tears and bowed to the Emperor, Empress, and Crown Prince. His voice was hoarse but firm as he said, "Thank you, Father, Mother, and Crown Prince, for your love and care. Bei Yu will work hard to cheer up and live up to everyone's expectations."
In the deep courtyard of the imperial palace, in that solemn and dignified atmosphere, a thorough investigation into the truth behind Concubine Chen's tragic death began.
The emperor was furious and issued a stern decree: "Concubine Chen has suffered an unfortunate misfortune and passed away tragically.
This matter is intolerable and must be thoroughly investigated with no leniency."
The officials in charge of this case are extremely nervous and aware of the heavy responsibility they bear.
They quickly summoned the palace guards, eunuchs, palace maids and other relevant personnel and interrogated them in detail one by one.
Inside the palace, candlelight flickered, and the ministers in charge of the thorough investigation sat upright with solemn expressions.
They had documents in front of them, with pens, ink, paper and inkstones, ready to record every detail and every clue.
Nangong Beiyu stood in a corner of the palace, clenching his fists, his nails almost digging into his palms, and his heart was burning with anger.
His mother, Concubine Chen, died tragically for no reason, which made him heartbroken and full of resentment.
He secretly swore to make the murderer pay with blood.
Looking at the busy officials, he was anxious and every minute and every second of waiting was torture for him.
"Mother, I will definitely seek justice for you." He shouted in his heart.
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