As soon as these words were spoken, Zhao Wanqiu's expression suddenly changed, and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Empress Dowager, why are you..."

As soon as she opened her mouth, Concubine Zheng stopped her, "Sister, you are right. So when the emperor chooses a concubine in the future, sister will have to take more care."

"Of course, there is no need for the Concubine to remind me of this matter. I will take care of the Emperor's affairs. The Concubine should help the Third Prince to check on it."

The concubine smiled and took a sip of tea from the bone china cup, then said slowly: "The third prince's marriage was granted by the emperor himself. Like mother, like son. I believe the emperor must have good vision."

"You are joking, Concubine Dowager. If the late emperor were still alive, everyone would say that the emperor is the one who is most like him among the ten sons. As for the late emperor's view of women, doesn't Concubine Dowager know it herself?"

Of course Concubine Zheng could tell that the Queen Mother was making a veiled complaint, and she clenched the cup tightly in anger, but she still kept a fake smile on her face.

"Sister, what you said is true. You and I are both the late emperor's women, so the late emperor's vision of people is naturally not bad."

"It's true, otherwise the Concubine would not have been neglected for so many years." The Queen Mother nodded and said, "From this point of view, the late Emperor's vision is indeed not bad."

"You!" Concubine Zheng wanted to say something, but then fell silent again.

She couldn't stay there any longer, so she found an excuse and left with Zhao Wanqiu.

Seeing these two people being sarcastic to each other for so long, Song Qingxue admired the Queen Mother very much.

No matter how harshly the concubine said, she never got angry! Is this the self-cultivation of the palace fighting champions?

So strong, so strong!

After Concubine Zheng and Zhao Wanqiu left, the Queen Mother took Song Qingxue back to Chang'an Palace.

After closing the door, the empress dowager still asked Song Qingxue seriously about the murder case in the palace.

"Qingxue, tell your aunt the truth, what happened to that maid's death?"

In fact, in such a large palace like the Prince Regent, the death of a maid is nothing. The reason why it caused such a big fuss is entirely because the maid belonged to Princess Changle.

Princess Changle was a guest, and her personal maid not only died in the Regent's Mansion, but she also insisted that the murderer was the Regent's Consort. This matter would become a big deal if it were made public.

Song Qingxue looked up at the Queen Mother's eyes and said truthfully: "The maid died before she fell into the water. I suspect someone deliberately framed me."

"You didn't kill that person?"

"no."

"Since it's not the case, I will definitely ask Chong Yuan to clear your name."

"Thank you, aunt." Song Qingxue's eyes were a little hot.

To be honest, she has always been faced with suspicion and doubt in this world for so long. Although she doesn't mind, when someone really trusts her unconditionally, she can't help but break down.

After being doubted for a long time, she finally got such firm trust.

Perhaps this trust came from the Queen Mother's affection for the original owner, and it might seem like she was helping her relatives but not the rational one, but it did comfort her homeless heart.

"Silly child, what are you thanking me for?" The Queen Mother looked at her red eyes, hugged her in her arms, and said softly, "The facts are what they are. Since you didn't kill this person, you should be cleared of all charges. You are Song Yan's daughter, the eldest daughter of the General's Mansion, and you cannot suffer such injustice."

The more Song Qingxue listened, the more sad she felt.

She hugged the Queen Mother tightly and cried in her arms like a child.

Since she came to this world, she has never been able to do things as she wished. She has been framed and misunderstood, and even if others know the truth, no one will help her prove her innocence.

She really felt so wronged.

She had originally gotten used to this kind of grievance, but the Queen Mother chose to stand behind her.

Once you have someone to rely on, it's inevitable that you will become pretentious.

…

As soon as Xiahou Chongyuan returned home, he received the information brought back by Lin Shu.

Lin Shu sent someone to make a list of the people who had entered and left Mingyue Pavilion in the past month. Xiahou Chongyuan looked through it, but couldn't see anything wrong.

In the past month, almost all those who have entered and exited Mingyue Pavilion are people from the martial arts world and have no connection with the imperial court.

Apart from that, only a few unknown people came in and out.

But his Regent Palace had never offended any gangsters, and Song Qingxue, who stayed in the palace every day and hardly ever went out, would never get into trouble.

Xiahou Chongyuan was a little confused, as the mark on the dart was clearly from Mingyue Pavilion.

If no one hired the killer, how could the killer from Mingyue Pavilion sneak into the palace?

Moreover, the person who hired the killer was also very strange. He didn't want to kill anyone or steal money, so why would he hire a killer from Mingyue Pavilion?

Asking the killer from Mingyue Pavilion to come to the palace and throw darts to scare people is really a waste of talent.

Xiahou Chongyuan couldn't guess what was going on and could only stare at the list.

He never doubted Lin Shu's ability to get things done.

This list is also very detailed, almost listing all the identities and occupations of these people, even clearly stating when they appeared in Mingyue Pavilion.

Xiahou Chongyuan had no idea for a moment, so he asked Lin Shu to go down first, while he studied the list carefully.

He carefully read the ones from the past few days, and after reading them more than ten times, a name suddenly flashed through his mind.

Su Qing.

When his eyes fell on the name Su Qing, he immediately had some clues, so he asked Lin Shu to check it secretly.

If he remembered correctly, Su Qing seemed to be the younger son of a branch of the Su family?

What Lin Shu brought back was exactly as he had guessed, he was indeed the youngest son of a bastard from the Su family's side branch.

Before Su Qing went to Mingyue Pavilion, Su Ruqian met him once.

Xiahou Chongyuan was a little hesitant now, wondering whether he should go find Su Ruqian first, or ask someone to bring Su Qing to the palace for interrogation.

Among so many names on the list, only Su Qing was involved with the court.

The assassin that Song Qingxue saw that night was most likely related to him.

But even if it was really him and Su Ruqian who were doing this in collusion, what was their purpose?

Xiahou Chongyuan couldn't figure it out.

After some consideration, he decided to ask someone to bring Su Qing to the Regent's Palace first.

Less than a quarter of an hour after giving the order, Mo Weixin knocked on the study door carrying a lunch box.

"Chongyuan? Are you in there?"

Upon hearing the voice, Xiahou Chongyuan hurriedly gathered up all the things Lin Shu had brought back, checked them again to make sure nothing was missing, and then let her in.

"Chongyuan, I heard from the servants that you stayed in the study room as soon as you came back and didn't eat."

Mo Weixin placed the lunch box in front of him and continued, "No matter how busy you are, you have to take care of your health. Look at you. I've been away from Beijing for half a year, and you've developed a lot of bad habits."

"Yeah." Xiahou Chongyuan did not refute her. He just listened to what she said.

But listening and taking it in are two different things.

Mo Weixin didn't care about his indifference. She opened the food box and took out the plate of exquisite pastries inside and said, "Chongyuan, I asked someone to make your favorite osmanthus cake. Try it."

"Thank you for your trouble again." Xiahou Chongyuan picked up a piece, took a small bite, and put it down, but still praised it: "It tastes good."

"As long as you like it." Mo Weixin smiled and came to his desk to take a look. "I see you've been busy these days. Have you found out anything about Shuangshuang's case?"

"I have no idea yet." Xiahou Chongyuan lied to her for some unknown reason.

He didn't want Mo Weixin to know too much about the progress of this matter.

He didn't know what Mo Weixin meant when she said that she saw Song Qingxue arguing with the maid with her own eyes, but from the answer given by the coroner, he no longer trusted Mo Weixin too much in this matter.