Chapter 135 Another one died

Zhao Zhuoxi squatted down to check on Zhou Min's condition.

The nails were purple and the blood vessels on the hands were black, exactly the same as Ye Guzhou's description of Jiang Yao's poisoning.

But Chu Yu had clearly stolen the poison, so how did Zhou Min get poisoned?

Sisters Chang Pingping and Chang Tingting also ran over in panic.

Everyone looked at the situation in front of them in shock, and no one could imagine how Zhou Min was poisoned to death.

The only maid who could give an answer was on the verge of collapse.

"It was you who poisoned my aunt."

Suddenly, Chang Pingping pointed at Jiang Jiu angrily.

Jiang Jiu was also wondering how Zhou Min was poisoned now that the poison had been taken away, but he didn't expect to be framed by Chang Pingping.

A flash of inspiration came to my mind.

"What? The princess died of poison? How could this be? Miss Pingping, you said the princess was poisoned. I'm sure you know what poison she was poisoned with."

Aunt Qian was so angry that she was shaking all over: "Young lady, be careful what you say. When the princess was poisoned, our young lady was still sleeping in the room... If you don't believe it, you can ask the second young lady. She brought snacks to our young lady..."

Who knew that at this time Chang Tingting would actually disrupt the show.

"I did send some snacks to Jiang Jiu, but I didn't see her at all. How would I know if she was in the room..."

They are indeed sisters, and they actually protect each other.

Jiang Jiu was indeed in the room with Zhao Zhuoxi, but he just couldn't say it.

When Zhao Zhuoxi heard the word "dim sum", he went forward to check Zhou Min's mouth.

"Snacks, she was poisoned by the snacks she ate. Today's snacks were made by Miss Chang, right? Why did you poison the snacks?"

Now Chang Pingping really has no way to clear herself from the blame.

He waved his hands and said, "No, I didn't poison the snacks, no..."

"No, Aunt Xiaoqing, you are a doctor and you have the antidote. Even if my aunt is poisoned, don't you know how to cure it?"

"Oh my God, this is retribution." Zhou Min's maid, called Aunt Xiaoqing, suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

His face turned pale and he fainted on Zhou Min's body.

"Doctor, go and get the doctor..." Shen had never expected that someone would die in the Guanyin Temple last time.

Unexpectedly, Xiaoqing waved her hands weakly and said, "No need, this is retribution. The princess committed suicide. You all can go back."

Zhou Min actually committed suicide?

This conclusion shocked everyone.

Since Zhou Min's personal maid said so, Shen and the others did not dare to interfere. After all, Zhou Min was the princess, and her death was not a big deal, but it was not a small matter either.

Shen was still thinking about how to explain to Old Madam Zhou when she got home.

You have to know that Zhou Min is the eldest daughter of the Zhou family. She has been loved since childhood. When the third prince died, she did not commit suicide. More than ten years later, she ran to the Guanyin Temple to commit suicide. It is really weird.

It is better to have less trouble than more, so Shen did not continue to intervene.

Sister Chang Pingping returned to her room.

After everyone had left, Zhou Min's maid Xiaoqing was seen carrying Zhou Min down the mountain.

Zhao Zhuoxi paused for a moment and said, "Aunt Xiaoqing, it's not safe to go down the mountain at this time. Let's wait until the people from the Dali Temple arrive."

Xiaoqing frowned, her face full of despair and sorrow: "I am not taking the princess down the mountain, but going to the prince's tomb. The princess' last wish is to be buried with the prince."

Zhao Zhuoxi was even more confused: "The third brother's tomb is in the imperial mausoleum, how could it be here?"

Xiaoqing pursed her lips, and it was obvious that she was very conflicted.

Zhao Zhuoxi was anxious: "It's already this late, what else can't be said?"

Xiaoqing took a look at Zhou Min's body and said, "The Imperial Mausoleum is the cenotaph of the prince. The prince's body is buried beside the stream in the back mountain. There is a peach tree next to it, which was planted by the prince and the princess."

So that's how it is. Zhao Zhuoxi glanced at Jiang Jiu standing beside him.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Min had such deep feelings for the Third Prince, but the Third Prince still had feelings for someone else.

Jiang Jiu also sighed. It was obviously the Third Prince who was wrong, but the two women, Jiang Yao and Zhou Min, were injured.

Zhao Zhuoxi didn't say anything more and watched Xiaoqing leave with Zhou Min's body.

Just when Jiang Jiu and Zhao Zhuoxi were about to leave the room together, suddenly, Lu Ming, who was standing beside them, suddenly pulled out the long sword in his hand and pointed it at the closet, shouting in fear.

"Who is it? Come out."

Under the shocked gazes of the three people, Ye Guzhou actually walked out of the closet slowly.

"Why are you here?" Jiang Jiu was surprised.

"The princess' death has something to do with you?" Zhao Zhuoxi was also a little shocked.

Ye Guzhou was wearing a black tights. Although he was almost fifty years old, he still maintained a good figure and still looked like a handsome uncle.

"It was purely an accident. I didn't know that one of the two plates of snacks on her table was poisoned..."

Jiang Jiu raised his eyebrows: "Then you came because..."

Ye Guzhou sighed: "According to the master's order, I celebrate the Third Prince's birthday every year..."

Jiang Jiu: "Grandmother still has feelings for the Third Prince, but how does she know that the Third Prince's real tomb is buried here?"

Ye Guzhou sighed: "Of course the Third Prince told her."

Jiang Jiu: "The aunt just now said that the peach tree was planted by the Third Prince and the Princess together. Does that mean that the Third Prince's ultimate favorite is the Princess?"

Ye Guzhou looked at Jiang Jiu deeply and said, "It's all in the past. Why are you still pursuing it? It's getting late. I should go, and you should go back too."

Jiang Jiu and Zhao Zhuoxi looked at each other, and Zhao Zhuoxi held Jiang Jiu's hand: "Let's go back."

Three people left the house.

It's just that it's impossible to go back.

Zhao Zhuoxi took Jiang Jiu and turned a corner, hiding in the dark.

"What are you doing?" Jiang Jiu asked in confusion.

Zhao Zhuoxi's bright eyes flashed: "Don't you think Aunt Xiaoqing is a little strange today?"

Jiang Jiu blinked. She was not really familiar with Xiaoqing. The only thing that impressed her was the name.

Shaking his head: "I don't know..."

Zhao Zhuoxi explained: "Aunt Xiaoqing has been the Third Emperor's wife's personal maid since she was young. She knows kung fu and medicine. She was specially trained by the Zhou family for the Third Emperor's wife."

"Why didn't she investigate the matter thoroughly, and instead said it was suicide?"

Jiang Jiu shook his head again, but came up with a very creative idea: "Could it be that she saw the princess commit suicide with her own eyes?"

Zhao Zhuoxi continued to analyze: "But I feel like she is just following orders..."

On orders? On whose orders? Did Zhou Min tell her that he was going to commit suicide?

If that's the case, shouldn't Xiaoqing stop it?

Just then, the lights in the house went out and a dark shadow flashed out of the house.

Zhao Zhuoxi grabbed Jiang Jiu's waist, jumped lightly, and climbed onto a tree nearby.

After seeing the black shadow come out, he went straight to the back mountain. Zhao Zhuoxi and Jiang Jiu followed.