The Regent was stunned, his eyes fixed, and he glanced at Chang Qing in shock.
Chang Qing let others look at him, a look of regret flashing across his face. "As for who killed the Regent's child, I will definitely find out. The Regent mourns for you."
Yan Chou squeezed Xie Shizhu's palm tightly, and Xie Shizhu realized that his palm was slightly sweaty.
"Regent, why don't you go and see the princess in the palace? She fainted after losing her child." Yan Chou raised his eyebrows, his eyes were cold, and a cold light flashed across his face.
The Regent felt cold. He lowered his eyes, and countless bitterness surged into his heart like a tide. "Thank you, Your Majesty, for the reminder."
After saying this, Yan Xiuran stepped into the house with heavy steps.
The Queen Mother took a deep breath, her face turned pale, and she glared at Xie Shizhu with eyes full of anger.
However, the next second, Yan Chou's gaze swept towards her. The Queen Mother quickly suppressed her emotions and forced a smile: "I will also find the murderer who killed the Regent's son like General Chang."
It was supposed to be a happy event, but it turned into a funeral.
No one dared to eat from the banquet in front of them.
Yan Chou took Xie Shizhu's hand and stood up. He then glanced at everyone with a solemn gaze and said in a tone that brooked no argument: "My dear ministers, you may leave now. You will have another chance to come to the palace and attend the funeral banquet for the regent's son."
Then, without waiting for these people to react, he pulled Xie Shizhu out of the Regent's Palace and got into the sedan chair without hesitation.
Inside the sedan, Yan Chou lifted Xie Shizhu's chin with his fingers and covered her with his thin lips, as if giving her a passionate deep kiss.
After the sedan chair was lifted, Yan Chou let her go and held Xie Shizhu in his arms, stroking her soft hair and whispering, "When did I give you the brocade bag? Queen, how did you learn to lie?"
Xie Shizhu was silent for a long time. He raised his head slightly in his arms and answered the question irrelevantly: "Then was his child killed by your people?"
Yan Chou's fingers gently stroking her hair stiffened slightly, and he kissed her cheek with his thin lips, "What if it was me?"
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