Is the person behind Chapter 290 the Prince of Jin?
Before the shopkeeper could finish his last sentence, a silver needle pierced through his brow, and he fell backward.
Jiang Wan Ning glanced at it and said, "The silver needles are poisoned; the person is beyond saving."
Song Zhuran looked scared and nervous. "This has nothing to do with me, elder sister, Your Highness. You can't blame me anymore. I'll stand right here."
Jiang Wan Ning didn't say anything, nor did she need to prove anything further.
Empress Song Zhuyi was already fully aware of the situation.
Even if evidence is presented this time proving that Song Zhuran is indeed Young Master Xuan, it won't cause her much harm. After all, this isn't a big deal, and the Song family is behind her.
Pei Yanchuan and Jiang Wanning's goal was to find out who was behind Song Zhuran, and today, that person was bound to appear.
"Prince Langya, Princess Consort, you're still here? Isn't today Ping An's wedding day? Why is it so quiet?" Prince Jin walked in. "Am I late?"
As Prince Jin was speaking, he turned around and saw that the Empress was also there. "Greetings, Your Majesty."
Empress Song Zhuyi gently raised her hand, "No need for formalities."
“This is…” Prince Jin pointed to the shopkeeper on the ground, “But what happened? When I came here, I saw black smoke rising from Ping’an Garden.”
The Prince of Jin looked as if he knew nothing.
"Does the Prince of Jin still not know what has happened?" Shen Ruzhi interjected.
Prince Jin shook his head. "I didn't want to come today, but I was afraid my elder brother would nag me, so I thought I'd come a little later. I didn't expect it to be so late."
"What's going on?" the Prince of Jin asked again.
As soon as she finished speaking, Haitang walked in. "Excuse me, Your Highness and Your Highness's wife."
“Princess Ping’an is gone. Her body was burned beyond recognition when the fire was put out. I delivered the coffin that was ordered earlier.”
Jiang Wanning raised an eyebrow. "How's things at Ping'an Garden now?"
"The prince consort also rushed over. The Grand Princess was holding onto Princess Ping'an's body and wouldn't let go. It was the prince consort who had someone put Princess Ping'an's body into the coffin."
"Sister, shouldn't we go take a look?" Song Zhuran looked towards Ping An Garden outside.
"As the Empress, I should go and take a look," Song Zhuyi said, walking towards Ping'an Garden.
Everyone followed, with Prince Jin trailing behind, asking as he went, "No, what exactly happened here?"
"What happened? Does Prince Jin really not know?" Jiang Wan Ning asked tentatively.
Just as the shopkeeper was about to reveal Song Zhuran's identity, he was injured by a hidden weapon, and then Prince Jin arrived.
"What should I know?" King Jin scratched his head.
Jiang Wan Ning ignored it.
When the group arrived at Ping'an Garden, the prince consort had already ordered the coffin to be nailed shut.
The Grand Princess wept bitterly, supporting the coffin. The Prince Consort gently patted her back, saying, "Alright, things have come to this. It's best to let Ping An be buried as soon as possible."
"I will have someone send Ping An's body to a temple for a ritual to help her pass on to the afterlife before burial."
"Chen Jie!" The Grand Princess shoved her husband aside. "Don't you have a heart?"
"Ping An is also your child, how can you say that so calmly and peacefully?"
"How do you know I'm not sad or in pain?" Chen Jie said, his eyes red. "Ping An is where it is today because of you."
“If you hadn’t spoiled Ping An so much, how could she have developed such a personality, and none of this would have happened today.”
"Now that the child is gone, what's the use of crying?"
The Grand Princess's hair was disheveled, and her hairpin was askew. She shook her head. "No, it wasn't me."
"You caused Ping An's death; it was you, Chen Jie."
"If you hadn't treated me like this after we got married, Ping An wouldn't have developed this kind of personality. It's all because of you. You ruined Ping An and you ruined me too."
Where were you when Ping An had that accident? Why didn't you step forward?
"If it weren't for these people forcing Ping An to marry Guo Bingwen, if it weren't for them insisting that she was Young Master Xuan."
"How could Ping An die after suffering so many blows?"
"You, you, and you!" The Grand Princess pointed at Jiang Wan Ning and the others, "You are all murderers."
"Alright!" Chen Jie grabbed the crazed Grand Princess and held her firmly in his arms. "I was training troops in the suburbs a few days ago on the Emperor's orders."
"I didn't know what had happened these past few days, and you didn't inform me that Ping An was getting married."
"Since things have already come to this, let's not bring it up again. Let's just let Ping An's matter pass."
The Grand Princess shoved her husband, Chen Jie, aside, saying, "I don't need your pretense, get out!"
"You all leave!"
The Grand Princess gave Jiang Wan Ning a final, fierce look, "I have lost this round today."
"I accept your gift!" The Grand Princess gripped the corner of the coffin tightly with one hand. "One day, I will repay you twofold!"
"You reap what you sow," Jiang Wanning said calmly. "If you hadn't done so many bad things, how could I have schemed and plotted so much?"
"Show them out!" The Grand Princess said, turning around with her hands clenched into fists.
The servants of the Grand Princess's residence cautiously stepped forward one by one. Disobeying their master's orders meant death, but those who obeyed were not to be trifled with.
How should they send these guests off?
Just as the servants were in a dilemma, Empress Song Zhuyi said, "It's getting late, and I should return to the palace."
"Aunt, please accept my condolences. Since it was Princess Ping'an who committed suicide, there is no need to investigate this matter. I will inform His Majesty as well."
"Your Majesty is busy with countless affairs of state and works hard every day. It is already very tiring."
The Grand Princess clenched her fists tightly and remained silent, while the Imperial Son-in-Law Chen Jie clasped his hands in a salute, saying, "Your humble servant respectfully sees off Your Majesty the Empress."
"Your Majesty is right. State affairs are certainly important, so there is no need to trouble His Majesty with such matters."
The Queen nodded and turned to leave.
After taking two steps, seeing that Song Zhuran hadn't followed, he spoke indifferently, "Consort Song, aren't you going back to the palace together?"
Song Zhuran stared intently in one direction, a hint of reluctance and longing in her eyes. Jiang Wanning followed Song Zhuran's gaze and saw the face of Prince Jin.
Could it be that the Prince of Jin is behind Song Zhuran?
“Sister.” Song Zhuran walked to Empress Song Zhuyi’s side, turning back every few steps. “Sister, I feel sorry for Princess Ping’an.”
"There are many pitiful people in the world," the Empress replied indifferently. "Alright, enter the palace as soon as possible. I will have someone teach you palace etiquette in the next few days."
"The imperial edict of investiture must have already reached the Song family, so you don't need to make a special trip back."
"Sister, can I stay here a little longer?"
"This is their family matter. Besides, the Grand Princess has already ordered you to leave. It would be better for you to stay here."
"Oh dear, I'll go with you," said the Prince of Jin, following behind.
Song Zhuran also withdrew her gaze and walked slowly beside Empress Song Zhuyi.
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