The emperor ordered a thorough investigation, and Prince Yu's conspiracy collapsed in an instant.
Despite Concubine Ling's pleading, Prince Yu was demoted to a commoner and imprisoned for life, and everyone in the palace was thrown into the Sky Prison.
The entire capital was in a state of silence. Every day, heads fell to the ground at the market gate, and the stench of blood filled the air. All those involved in Prince Yu's affair were to have their property confiscated. Men were to be executed immediately, and their women and children were to be enslaved. For eight generations, their descendants were forbidden from studying or becoming officials, and were forced to work the lowest classes.
The Shen family was also investigated. Lord Qian produced the confession of the maid who served Qu in the past to prove that Lu'er had nothing to do with the Shen family.
Xihe did not see what happened to Lu'er. She only heard that she cried particularly miserably on the day she was taken away, shouting that she was the daughter of Master Shen Er. The officer who disliked her noise slapped her in the face, and her mouth was full of blood.
Come to think of it, she didn’t realize her dream of becoming a princess, and ended up becoming a slave, which was even worse than before.
Xihe saved the life of Butler Li, but she didn't care how much suffering he suffered. Lu'er was his daughter, and she had to bear the consequences of her own actions.
The capital city was in chaos for quite some time before it gradually calmed down, but dark clouds were surging underneath and things were not peaceful.
The current emperor is over fifty years old, and the princes under him have all grown up. Prince Yu was unlucky and paid the price for being exposed by his own princess, but that doesn’t mean that the other princes don’t have any ideas!
The battle for the throne has officially begun.
At this time, the Xihe couple and Miss Yue had already set off for southern Xinjiang.
One day before leaving, they met Princess Yu in a teahouse. At that time, she had already divorced Prince Yu and returned to the Sun Mansion. She changed into a blue dress and had a relaxed look on her face. She came to thank her.
Xihe shook his head: "Everyone takes what they need."
Princess Yu was taken aback for a moment, then she felt more relieved: "Then I wish Miss Chen a safe journey."
The journey south was much more difficult than imagined. It was bumpy all the way and took a month to reach southern Xinjiang. After entering the pass, a cold and damp atmosphere enveloped everyone.
Miss Yue breathed a sigh of relief: "It's just ahead."
The carriage crossed a high mountain and entered an ancient village in the evening.
The village is very big. Many old people, children, men and women are standing there in ethnic costumes, looking at these unfamiliar faces curiously. When they see Miss Yue, they smile and call out "Miss Yue".
Xihe and others followed Miss Yue in, met the elders of the village, and settled down.
Song Qianru was very curious about this place, so he suggested going there to treat the patient. After the patient was cured, he began to observe the entire village.
He was looking at others, and others were also curious and glanced at him, especially children and women.
Most Miao men have dark skin, and only a few have fair skin. They are very curious about this tall and fair-skinned man from the Central Plains, but shyly avoid him when he is looked at.
Xihe was still looking at the patients with a strange expression.
Miss Yue couldn't help but ask, "Second Miss Shen, is there something wrong?"
Xihe's gaze shifted from the mysterious lines on their faces to their bulging temples. He shook his head and turned to leave. "Take us to the scene tomorrow."
"good!"
The elders of the village were very enthusiastic about them.
Unfortunately, there were not many people in the village who could speak Mandarin, so there was not much communication between the two sides. After dinner, they went back to sleep.
The next day, after finishing packing, Miss Yue took Xihe and the others across the mountains and forests and stopped in front of another village.
Xihe and the others couldn't understand what the two sides were saying. They must have been arguing. Finally, the gatekeeper glared at Xihe and the others unwillingly, then turned around and went in to report.
Miss Yue explained: "Our village has never had a good relationship with them, so it's not easy to get in."
Xihe nodded to show his understanding.
Soon a man with a scarf wrapped around his head came and led everyone in. The whole village was white with white cloth hanging everywhere. Only then did they realize that someone had died here.
Xihe and Song Qianru looked at each other, their eyes filled with growing curiosity.
When they arrived at a hall, a young man with earrings on his ears and deep eye sockets was sitting in the room. He said, "You can go in, but hand over the method of rescue!"
Xihe and the other two were surprised. They didn't expect that there were people here who could speak Central Plains dialect.
Song Qianru said directly: "Okay."
The casualties in this village were obviously much greater than those in Miss Yue's village. More than a dozen people had died, and the marks of life had spread from their bodies to their entire bodies. They lay on the bed wailing and rolling around in pain.
Song Qianru went forward to treat him without saying a word, and finally his body couldn't help but shake.
Xihe supported him and said worriedly, "Are you okay?"
Song Qianru took a breath and said, "I'm fine. I just used up a bit of my spiritual energy."
That night, several people stayed in the village. After a good rest the next day, they went to the scene of the incident. It was a courtyard with a locust tree planted in the corner. Although it was July or August, the locust tree was still in bloom.
Clusters of white flowers sway like wind chimes, emitting a sweet fragrance.
There is a well under the locust tree, and the yard is covered with fallen leaves. Weeds and wild flowers are struggling to bloom from the cracks in the stone slabs, and the closer they are to the old locust tree, the more luxuriant they are.
Xihe: “…”
It's weird no matter how you look at it.
Song Qianru walked straight in.
The young leader immediately said, "Be careful! Anyone who enters the yard will be in trouble." It was okay for those who passed by, but most of those who went in died.
Xihe said it was okay, followed Song Qianru directly, and closed the door.
For a moment, everyone outside the house looked at each other in confusion.
As soon as he entered this place, Xihe noticed something unusual. It was quiet, too quiet. The sound of wind and insects disappeared from his ears, leaving only the sound of shoes stepping on the ground.
She couldn't help but hold Song Qianru's hand, but she found it empty.
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