The guard hurriedly said, "Her Majesty, the Empress may not be seriously injured after falling. You must remain calm and send people to search for her immediately. What if Her Majesty is unharmed but Your Majesty is hurt?"
"Then hurry up and send someone to search!" Ye Zhao pushed the person away, but then felt his vision go black and he lost his balance, eventually collapsing to the ground.
…
When Ye Zhao woke up, ministers were standing beside him, including the Marquis of Jing'an.
Marquis Jing'an's eyes were red, as if he had been crying.
Seeing the other person's heartbroken appearance, Ye Zhao felt a bad premonition, and her head began to spin again.
"Your Majesty, please accept my condolences..."
"Get out..." Ye Zhao pushed the person away and stumbled to the side of Wan Ge's corpse.
Ye Zhao's face was deathly pale. He slumped down next to her, his fingertips touching her face. Suddenly, he realized something was wrong: "No, no! She's not, she's not my Empress, she's not my Xiaoge'er."
Upon hearing the emperor's words, Marquis Jing'an's eyes welled up with tears again, and one by one, tears fell from his eyes.
Seeing his father in this state, the young marquis quickly helped him up, while the other ministers also knelt on the ground, saying, "Your Majesty, please accept our condolences!"
Ye Zhao's hands, hanging tightly at his sides, were clenched tightly, as if he knew they wouldn't listen to anything he said now, and he simply told them to leave.
The other ministers exchanged glances and then withdrew.
Ye Zhao glanced at the corpse beside him and began to calmly analyze the situation.
A bodyguard appeared before Ye Zhao: "Master..."
Ye Zhao said in a cold voice, "Send Wei Jiu over."
"yes."
…
An hour after the bodyguard left, he brought another person with him. The person looked to be in his forties, but his hands were like those of a teenager or a young man in his twenties.
"Master... my disguise has only just begun!" Wei Jiu looked at his original hand and was about to disguise it as well, but he was pulled over after only disguising his face.
"Look at her." Ye Zhao had his back to the corpse, and Wei Jiu knew who he was talking about, so he immediately stepped forward.
At first, I thought His Majesty wanted him to perform an autopsy, but when his gaze fell on his face, he hesitated for a long time before finally taking out a small knife.
He made a few strokes on his face, and finally a human skin mask ended up in his hands.
"So powerful, who is this person?" Such amazing disguise skills, actually on par with his! If he hadn't been observing carefully for a while, he might not have noticed.
The bodyguard who had been following Ye Zhao was slightly surprised. It really wasn't the Empress! Then who was the Empress?
"Keep searching. Send men to follow Marquis Jing'an and the young marquis."
"yes."
Ye Zhao picked up the jade pendant in his hand, which belonged to Wan Ge, and gently rubbed it a few times with his fingertips: "Little Ge'er, you lied to me."
How dare she deceive him in this way!
"Has the assassin's origin been traced?"
The guard immediately replied, "We've investigated. The Prince of Nan's men have no connection with the Marquis of Jing'an or the Empress."
Marquis Jing'an and Prince Nan are sworn enemies, so there's no way Marquis Jing'an would cooperate with Prince Nan. The assassin should have nothing to do with the Empress and the others.
Is His Majesty suspicious of the Empress's arrangements for all of this? Why is that?
"Is that so?" Ye Zhao's expression darkened. "Little Ge'er, it's best that none of this was your doing, otherwise, when I catch you again, I will not let you go."
The guards left, and Wei Jiu followed them away.
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