Princess Chen Jiuling was the second daughter of Prince Xingwen.

In the winter of the third year of Taikang, he fell ill and had no money for food and medicine. He died in the mansion of a thousand households in Fusilu, Beizhen, the capital. He was nineteen years old.

This is engraved on the epitaph, announcing to the world the cause of Princess Jiuling's death. This is the cause of Princess Jiuling's death.

At this moment, if Princess Jiuli asked this question somewhere else, it would be considered treason.

Princess Jiuli never did anything outrageous and never asked questions.

When they first received the news of Princess Jiuling's death, she had already been buried. She simply took Prince Huai to stand in front of the coffin to look at her face, and then sat in the mourning hall to cry according to etiquette.

"Princess Jiuling is too weak, maybe it's because she was raised outside since she was young." At that time, a royal relative sighed about Princess Jiuli like this.

Princess Jiuli just wiped her tears without saying a word.

After that, no one ever said a word about the cause of Princess Jiuling's death, and they didn't even ask what illness she had.

Why would she ask such a question at this moment, and ask Lu Yunqi, the man who was equivalent to the emperor's eyes and hands.

"I won't comment on other things. Now I know at least one thing: Lord Lu, you are sincere to my sister."

Princess Jiuli's voice came from behind.

"You have shown the best possible kindness to me and Prince Huai, and have done your best to protect us."

Even though it may not sound like much of a compliment, for someone of Lu Yunqi's status, he is already extremely grateful, and it is also a gratitude that cannot be expressed to outsiders.

After Princess Jiuli said this, the room fell silent.

Lu Yunqi still had his back to her, but did not move forward.

"The person is dead. Is it necessary to know how he died?" he suddenly said.

Princess Jiuli stood up with the help of the bed, a hint of urgency showing on her usually calm face.

"If one is confused when alive and clear when dead, it means that one has lived a meaningful life," she said.

Lu Yunqi turned around.

"That day, she said she wanted to eat the lard dumplings from Cao's family outside the city, and I immediately went to buy them for her," he said.

Under the bright light, his face became even paler.

Although she didn't say anything, when Princess Jiuli heard this, her eyes turned red and she was about to cry.

That day.

She clenched her hands and stared at Lu Yunqi intently, afraid of missing a word.

"The Cao family opens late, and I don't want to disturb or force them, for fear that the dumplings he makes in this condition will not taste good, so I just waited." Lu Yunqi's voice continued to ring.

"When the first basket of dumplings was ready, they came to tell me that Jiuling had entered the palace."

"I knew something was going to happen."

Lu Yunqi was standing in the hall with the bright light pouring down on him, yet it seemed as if he was being covered in a shadow.

Princess Jiuli looked at him and covered her mouth with her hands.

He didn't say anything. He spoke awkwardly, his narration was dull and his description was dry, but Princess Jiuli seemed to have seen the scene at that time.

She saw the girl walking on the road to the palace, determined and unyielding.

"When I got there, she was already dead."

Princess Jiuli closed her eyes and tears rolled down her pale cheeks.

As expected, he died because he entered the palace and assassinated the emperor.

As for why Jiuling wanted to assassinate the emperor, this is not a question that can be asked.

Asking won't give you an answer.

"How did she die?" she asked hoarsely.

Lu Yunqi looked expressionless.

"She was hacked to death with a knife," he said.

He looked in front of him and seemed to see the pool of blood again. The blood stung his eyes so much that they hurt like hell, but he did not avoid it at all. He wanted to see everything in front of him clearly.

Looking at her severed arms, her twisted body, her favorite dress stained with blood, her face completely disfigured.

He watched her look at him and smiled.

The room was dead silent.

I don’t know how long it was before I heard Princess Jiuli sigh.

"That's it," she said. "It hurts so much."

There was no anger or crying, only these three softly whispered words.

It hurts so much.

It hurts so much.

Lu Yunqi turned around and walked out. His steps were so fast that the beaded curtains rustled and swayed violently, sparkling with light.

Lu Yunqi rushed into the night, and the maids and servants were frightened by him.

"Sir..." Everyone bowed and called out.

Before the voice fell, Lu Yunqi had already walked past them and walked out quickly.

"My Lord, are you going out?"

"grown ups?"

The Jinyi Guards from the outer courtyard came in droves to ask questions.

Lu Yunqi just walked out without saying a word. Everyone got busy. Horses were brought in, torches and lanterns were lit, and the door was pushed open.

Amid the chaos, Lu Yunqi had a wooden expression and said nothing. If he had not been moving around on his own, he would have looked like a wooden sculpture or a stone statue.

He mounted his horse and urged it to gallop.

The Jinyi Guards surrounded them from all sides, and the sound of horse hooves and the light of torches disturbed the quiet night of the capital.

Seeing this group of people coming, the people in the night market were startled and began to hide away. When they saw Lu Yunqi among them, they were even more shocked.

Are you going to raid my house so late at night?

Who is so unlucky again?

Amid people's curious gazes, Lu Yunqi and his group disappeared on the street.

"It looks like it's heading out of the city."

"You're leaving town so late?"

"Aren't you afraid of encountering ghosts when walking at night?"

After these words were spoken, there was a moment of silence on the street, and people burst into a rush of activity, the movement was so fast that a man who was leaning against the corner of the wall was knocked down and his hat on his head fell off, and was stepped on several times by the fleeing people.

"Hey, my hat." he shouted anxiously.

The hat was kicked back by someone.

"Why are you wearing a hat so late at night?" the man cursed.

The man picked up his hat in annoyance and looked at the people running away in the night on the street. He had no way of seeing who had kicked him.

The man picked up the hat, but saw that it had been stepped on and was twisted into a crooked shape, so he threw it aside angrily.

The night market had returned to its bustle. The man stood up, looked around, raised his hand to press his temples, straightened his clothes, and walked forward along the street.

There are many stalls in the night market, and many people are sitting or standing, eating, drinking and chatting. Of course, there are also many big restaurants that are still open, but it seems a little deserted compared to the daytime. After all, brothels are a good place to go for a drink at night.

The man walked to a guild hall and whispered a few words to a waiter at the door. The waiter then led him inside. The door of the guild hall was then closed and the lantern on the door was taken down and extinguished, indicating that the place was closed.

Inside, following the waiter's guidance, lanterns were taken down and extinguished one after another wherever the man walked. The originally bright room became dim. The man stopped in front of a door, straightened his clothes again, opened the door and walked in.

The light in the room was soft, illuminating an old man who was sitting by the window, with his head lowered, writing seriously.

The man smiled and walked forward, bowing respectfully.

"Greetings, Mr. Huang," he said.

The old man who was writing raised his head, and the light shone on his wrinkled face. It was Mr. Huang Cheng.

"If I go to see your Majesty now and tell him that I have captured the Crown Prince Si Cang of the Jin Dynasty," he said with a warm expression, "your Majesty will definitely be very pleased."