Shi Shiguan also said, "Master Shi Qi, you have seen that Xie Changfeng is indeed depressed. There has been no malicious murder here."
Chengguang Pavilion was under the jurisdiction of Shi Shiguan, so if the young masters were to kill each other here, he would have to bear some responsibility. Shi Qi felt that he was trying to absolve himself of responsibility by saying this, so he didn't believe it.
Shi Qi detained Xie Changfeng's roommates, including the most suspected Xiwu, and interrogated them one by one. She also blocked off the entire road from the Chengguang Pavilion compound to the well, conducting a thorough investigation, leaving no clues unturned. This continued for most of the night, ultimately concluding that Xie Changfeng had indeed committed suicide.
Xie Changfeng was summoned to Guangming Palace twice, but neither time he lost his virginity. He was already filled with shame and anger, and then there was the unexpected misfortune at home. Xiwu's ridicule and mockery were the final straw that broke the camel's back. Unable to endure the pressure, he committed suicide.
After half a night of tossing and turning on the case, the sky was already slightly brightening. Shi Qi's eyes were bloodshot.
A servant came to ask what to do with Xie Changfeng's body. Shi Qi said unhappily, "Roll it up in a broken straw mat and throw it in the mass grave." None of the servants dared to say anything more, and hurriedly carried the body according to Shi Qi's instructions.
I had originally thought there was some hidden story behind this, but the truth was laid out in plain sight from the very beginning. After wasting the entire night, it was a miracle that Shi Qi could be in a good mood.
Shi Shiguan also stayed up all night with him, his expression not looking too good either. "Xie Changfeng should really be thankful that he doesn't have a high position. Otherwise, this servant's suicide would be a grave sin, and the Xie family wouldn't have an easy life."
Shi Qi ignored the historian. She looked up at the sky. If she returned to Guangming Palace now, she could explain the cause of Xie Changfeng's death to the Crown Princess while she was having breakfast.
Shi Qi was leaving, and the East Wing Courtyard was finally open. The young masters, Ji Bai and Qing Gu, complained to each other about the bad luck of the previous night, each preparing to eat something and catch up on some sleep. Xi Wu, who had also been up all night, showed no sign of fatigue. His eyes darted around, and it was unclear what new ideas he had in mind.
Jibai, the last one to go to bed, drew down the curtains in the room. After everyone had gone to bed, Xiwu went to the historian with a small box in her arms. The historian opened the box, revealing neatly stacked silver bars.
Xiwu grinned, "Master Shi, this box contains all my belongings. If Guangming Palace needs someone next time, I hope you can put in a good word for me."
Xiwu had already found out that the princess was looking for a man with a pleasant voice to read to her from a storybook to help her sleep. Xie Changfeng's death had made room for Xiwu, who was really fed up with the six-person dormitory in the east wing.
The historian looked Yugiri up and down.
Among the young men in Chengguang Pavilion, Yugiri's appearance is considered to be superior, and her voice is also very good.
But his biggest advantage over others was his cleverness and ability to handle things. After complaining about Xie Changfeng's death, the other young masters' first thought was to fall asleep, but Xiwu was able to avoid everyone and bribe him.
People like Yugiri will seize every opportunity to climb up. If they have a little luck, they may really have good fortune in the future.
The historian closed the box and placed it in a desk drawer. He made no promises, but his gaze met Yugiri's for a long moment. Everything was said without words.
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Guangming Hall.
After hearing Shi Qi's account of the whole incident, Ling Shumo's heart was still somewhat shaken. If she had asked Xie Changfeng to stay and wait on her last night, Xie Changfeng's young life would not have been lost. Although she felt a sense of emotion, it was only a feeling of emotion. She stood up from the table and put the matter out of her mind.
The toxins within Shen Hefeng's body were gradually eroding the Emperor's health. The Emperor was feeling unwell today and had canceled his morning court session. However, Ling Shumo still had to go to the palace early. After all, as a filial daughter, she naturally had to attend to her mother's illness.
When Ling Shumo arrived at the Yangxin Palace.
It's bustling inside.
The emperor sat back on the bed, looking pale. The chief court lady held the medicine the emperor was about to drink.
There was a bright red slap mark on Shen Hefeng's face, and he was kneeling on the ground sobbing. The Queen's face was full of anger, and she raised her palm high, looking like she was about to slap Shen Hefeng's other cheek at any time.
Chen Hefeng knelt down beside the emperor's bed, weeping like a pear blossom in the rain, and I felt pity for him. "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please help me. The Queen wants to kill me. Since I entered the palace, I have served Your Majesty wholeheartedly and diligently, and I dare not slack off even a little. I really don't know what I have done wrong."
The Queen sneered, "You, a vile creature who seduces the Lord, have the nerve to ask yourself 'what wrong have you done'? To curry His Majesty's favor, you have completely disregarded His Majesty's health. This is a capital crime."
As the Queen spoke, she ordered someone to drag Shen Hefeng out and punish him with a cane.
Shen Hefeng cried bitterly.
The emperor was extremely distressed and shouted angrily, "Who allowed you to touch Shen Fanghua? You slaves, why don't you let her go to me right away?"
The other attendants knelt down to apologize after hearing the emperor's rebuke. Only Yingxi, the attendant most trusted by the empress, did not immediately let go of Shen Hefeng's sleeve.
Yingxi was about to let go when Shen Hefeng's legs gave way first, and he fell straight to his knees in front of the emperor's bed. He whimpered and then cried, "Your Majesty, I think my ankle is broken. It hurts so much. Will I never be able to walk again?"
How could the emperor bear to see his favorite servant looking so pitiful and aggrieved? She didn't care about her own illness for a moment, and got out of bed to help Shen Hefeng up.
The chief attendant of the Yangxin Palace was very perceptive and brought a stool to Shen Hefeng. The emperor lifted up Shen Hefeng's trouser legs and found that Shen Hefeng's left ankle was indeed red and swollen.
The emperor's brows were almost furrowed together, "Hurry up and find the imperial physician to treat Shen Fanghua's injury."
The emperor was not feeling well, and the people from the Imperial Hospital were waiting at the door. When they heard the message from inside, they all came in immediately.
The Queen looked at the emperor's pale face and said worriedly, "Your Majesty's health is the most important. Please drink the medicine prescribed by the imperial physician first." As she spoke, she brought the bowl of medicine to the emperor's lips.
The next moment, the emperor pushed the medicine bowl away, and the already somewhat cold medicine liquid from the evening spilled all over the empress's clothes. "Shi Xiuyuan, that's enough. He Feng is weak and can't stand being frightened. As the father of a country, and as our husband for so many years, you have always been dignified and polite. How come you can't even tolerate a delicate man like him now?"
Shi Xiuyuan is the real name of the queen.
The emperor now called the queen by her name, and it was obvious that he was really angry.
The dark brown soup had now soaked through the hem of the Queen's skirt, and was then dripping onto the ground along the edge of the clothes.
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