Chapter 110: Witchcraft
When Yan Shixu returned to Yuqing Palace, three dark figures in night clothes had been waiting for a long time.
He quickly returned to the bedroom, and when he came out again, he was wearing a set of night clothes.
The four of them divided into two teams and flew towards the east and west respectively.
The next day, a major event occurred in the court.
Jingzhao Yin Yang Zhenxiong was assassinated in his room last night.
His heart was pierced and he died instantly.
And the murderer is an assassin from the Western Yu Kingdom!
Because right next to Yang Zhenxiong's body, there was a letter written in blood that he had written with great effort before his death.
——Xiyu killed... me.
He hadn't finished writing the word "I" yet, but the strokes he had already written were enough to prove what kind of word it was.
No one understood why the assassin from the Western Yu Kingdom killed Yang Zhenxiong.
The emperor was furious and sent the imperial guards to assist the Jingzhao Shaoyin in searching the city for the Xiyu assassin.
The two teams searched the capital for a day and finally caught several Xiyu assassins who were trying to sneak out of the city at the city gate.
After severe torture, one of the Xiyu assassins confessed.
Following the orders of the Emperor of Xiyu, they infiltrated Dayan to avenge their former crown prince.
All the civil and military officials had heard about the assassination of Prince Xiyu some time ago, but they did not know that it was Yang Zhenxiong who was responsible.
Although they felt that this matter was a little strange, all the evidence pointed to Xiyu, so they had to believe it.
This matter also involves the diplomatic relations between the two countries. Dayan will naturally not start a war between the two countries for the sake of a Jingzhao Yin.
If you really compare them, the one who died in Xiyu was the crown prince, and the one who died in Dayan was just the Jingzhao Yin. No matter how you look at it, they got the better deal.
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Guanju Palace.
With red eyes, Yang Guifei overturned the table in front of her, and the dishes and chopsticks on it smashed to the ground.
"Yan! Shi! Xu!"
She gritted her teeth and said the name.
What Xiyu assassin? It was Yan Shixu who killed her brother!
It’s really a good trick.
Did he think that after killing his brother, she would have no backup plan?
A sinister smile appeared on Yang Guifei's face, which looked very creepy.
Three days later.
Another big event happened in the palace.
It was a bit like the day when the meteor shower fell, and everyone in the palace was silent.
It turned out that someone among the concubines in the harem was using witchcraft!
It is to use a needle to prick a small figurine with the name and birth date of the cursed person written on it.
Yang Guifei was cursed and fell ill for three days.
Until a maid came to Guanju Palace to report that the person who practiced witchcraft was the crazy Concubine Xue in the cold palace.
Concubine Xue was the concubine in the cold palace who danced alone on the small building on the day when the meteor shower fell.
She was pregnant for ten months and gave birth to a stillborn baby.
She insisted that it was Yang Guifei who killed her child, and regardless of her own condition after giving birth, she rushed into Guanju Palace and fought with Yang Guifei.
But later, the emperor sent Concubine Xue to the cold palace without even giving her a trial.
Concubine Xue couldn't bear the double blow and went crazy as soon as she entered.
If she had used witchcraft to harm Yang Guifei, everyone would have believed it.
The hatred for harming a child is irreconcilable.
Moreover, Nanny Wang from Guanju Palace led people to search the cold palace and found the witchcraft figurine that cursed Yang Guifei.
Yang Guifei immediately ran to the emperor crying and complained.
"Your Majesty, I've been feeling weak all over for the past few days. I can't eat or sleep well, and I have a splitting headache and nausea. I've summoned several imperial physicians, but no one can diagnose the cause. If the maid in charge of guarding the cold palace hadn't come and reported it, I would have been killed by Concubine Xue!"
Originally, the emperor did not believe in the art of witchcraft.
After all, if this thing is really so magical, then where would the assassins and crimes be in this world?
If you don't like someone, why not just poke them like a villain?
Killing people without them knowing and still getting away with it.
But after Yang Guifei's heartfelt cry, the emperor began to waver again.
He asked uncertainly, "If I'm cursed, will I really feel uncomfortable?"
Yang Guifei nodded repeatedly with tears in her eyes, her face still showing the fear and terror of surviving the disaster.
"How could I lie to Your Majesty? My symptoms over the past three days have been attested to by everyone in Guanju Palace and dozens of imperial physicians."
After saying that, she added another sentence.
"Other people like me, who clearly don't have a serious illness but can't be cured, might have been cursed by someone using witchcraft!"
The emperor's heart skipped a beat and he immediately thought of his own illness.
It was obviously just a minor illness and could be cured with an acupuncture injection from the imperial physician.
But his illness has never been cured and is now getting worse.
Could it be that someone was cursing him using witchcraft?
It is said that whatever you think about during the day you will dream about at night. That night, the emperor had a dream.
He dreamed that someone wrote his name and date of birth on a little man with a crooked mouth and squinting eyes.
Then it was densely packed with needles.
In his dream, the emperor had a splitting headache, felt nauseous and wanted to vomit, and felt weak all over.
When he woke up, these symptoms continued from his dream into reality.
He felt very unwell and could only lie weakly in bed.
Hong Yun immediately invited He Yuanpan and other imperial physicians to the emperor.
After examining the emperor, these imperial doctors prescribed the same medicine as before, the same old routine, and asked the emperor to recuperate slowly.
Then, you must avoid arrogance, impatience, desire, and anger, and you must not overwork yourself.
After hearing this, the emperor became angry immediately.
"You bunch of quacks! Why did I keep you useless people? Get out of here!"
Court Judge He and a group of imperial physicians calmly left.
For the next two nights, the emperor had dreams about witchcraft every night.
He said to Hong Yun in a cold voice, "My symptoms are exactly the same as those when Yang Guifei was cursed. I must have been cursed too!"
Hong Yun nodded immediately: "Your Majesty has always been in excellent health. It seems strange that he has been ill for such a long time."
When he said this, Hong Yun's eyes widened instantly, filled with disbelief and horror.
“Could it be…”
When he said this, he immediately shut his mouth and didn't dare to continue.
The emperor noticed his expression, narrowed his eyes, and rebuked, "If you have something to say, just say it. If you dare to hide anything, I will hold you accountable!"
Hong Yun knelt down in fear and stammered, "Old slave... Old slave dare not say."
"I forgive you, speak."
Hong Yun seemed to have done a lot of psychological preparation.
After taking a deep breath, he whispered, "Your Majesty, a while ago, I ran into Zhang Sicheng leading a black-robed Taoist priest out of the palace. I didn't think much of it at the time, but now that the witchcraft has been exposed, I've thought of that Taoist priest."
The emperor's eyes widened when he heard this.
"Is it the prince?!"
Sure enough, his son had always hoped that he would die soon.
When he dies, the prince will be able to inherit the throne!
You failed to tamper with his medicine before, and now you want to poison him to death!
No, maybe his illness was caused by the prince's witchcraft curse from the very beginning!
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