Chapter 290 The Third Prince is dead?
An Yunxi was a little puzzled. What on earth was wrong with this man?
At this moment, Ling Changyue suddenly raised his arms and leaned forward, as if he wanted to hug her.
However, the next moment,
An Yunxi raised her foot and kicked Ling Changyue in the lower abdomen. This kick made Ling Changyue step back several steps while holding his abdomen. He almost couldn't stand and sat on the ground!
She quickly stepped back a few steps, then patted the corner of her skirt: "Your Majesty wants to flirt with me?"
Ling Changyue bent his waist, holding his lower abdomen for a long time without saying a word, and a layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
He didn't expect An Yunxi to kick him so hard.
And it was exactly the same place where Ling Fengxun had kicked him
. Ling Changyue was trembling all over, but An Yunxi's clothes were not even torn. Seeing that Ling Changyue didn't say anything, she continued with a cold face: "If it happens again, it may not be the lower abdomen that is kicked. I hope the emperor will respect himself. What's more, I am your aunt now, your elder. Aren't you afraid that this matter will spread and make people all over the world laugh?"
Ling Changyue reluctantly raised his head, "An Yunxi, aren't you afraid that I will make Ling Fengxun's handle public?"
An Yunxi raised her eyebrows without caring: "If the emperor really has any handle, I'm afraid he wouldn't wait until now. Humph, I'm not a fool. How can I be fooled and let you take advantage of me?"
"You"
Ling Changyue was very angry, but he could only watch An Yunxi walk away.
He was really tempted just now, so he did such an irrational thing, but the handle was real!
But his father warned him not to use it unless it was absolutely necessary, because if Ling Fenghuan was really pushed to the edge, he couldn't be sure what the result would be.
That handle can only be used at a critical moment, which can completely help him eliminate the enemy.
He threw out such a little clue today, and also wanted to use it to control An Yunxi, but he didn't expect that this girl really has no feelings for him now
. That's right, who made him hurt the other party?
Ling Changyue exhaled a foul breath and walked out with a sullen face.
The Empress Dowager was stunned when she saw An Yunxi coming back alone.
"Where is Changyue?"
An Yunxi was silent for a moment, and answered truthfully: "The Emperor is not feeling well, so he has to go back first. Xier came to say goodbye to the Empress Dowager."
The Empress Dowager nodded: "In that case, you should go back first. If your wife waits too long, she will definitely be anxious."
An Yunxi blushed when she heard this, but the next moment, she changed the subject: "The Empress Dowager said that she will not care about the Emperor in the future?"
Her question had a deeper meaning.
I believe the Empress Dowager will understand.
As expected, she smiled when she saw the Grand Empress Dowager, and that smile was very pale: "Never mind, I am old, let the younger generation take care of their affairs. When the selection is over, I will move out of the palace and go to the temple to practice."
After leaving this sentence, the Grand Empress Dowager was first helped up by the nanny and walked inside.
An Yunxi, who was sitting in the hall, was thoughtful and smiled at the Grand Empress Dowager's back.
The Grand Empress Dowager meant that she would no longer stop Ling Fengxun.
Just as An Yunxi was about to leave Cining Palace and the little emperor was helped out of the palace gate, they suddenly heard the hurried footsteps of the little eunuch not far away.
"Your Majesty, the Third Prince hanged himself in the prison!"
These words shocked An Yunxi and Ling Changyue.
Although the Third Prince would be executed sooner or later, the news that he committed suicide in the prison still caused quite a stir.
Ling Changyue's lower abdomen didn't hurt that much anymore. He couldn't publicize the fact that he wanted to flirt with someone but got kicked. He could only treat it as an accident.
"I'll go and take a look."
As soon as he finished speaking, An Yunxi, who was originally going to leave the palace accompanied by Chunyue, didn't plan to leave.
"I'll go too."
Ling Changyue pursed his lips, turned his head to look at An Yunxi, but didn't stop her.
After all, An Yunxi is the regent princess. In this palace, no one can stop her.
She can walk around in Beiling Palace. This is not just a casual remark.
The group quickened their pace and came to the palace prison.
This place is actually far away from the palace, and it is heavily guarded. The prisoners here are not ordinary prisoners.
The air in the cell is very good, and there is no messy scene like the usual prison. Some places are even cleaned very cleanly.
Arriving at the gate of the prison, An Yunxi asked the jailer, "Have you reported to the Regent?"
The jailer answered honestly, "My princess, I have already reported it."
An Yunxi felt a little relieved, and then she walked down the stairs. The prison was underground, and the tunnel was dug very deep, with only one entrance and exit.
This design was also for fear that the prisoners inside would run out. If you want to rescue people in the prison, you can only break in from the main gate.
Ling Changyue brought some servants into the prison and stood in front of the door of the cell where Ling Changyu was imprisoned.
At this time, the iron door of the cell had been opened, and there was only one earthen bed in the entire prison.
The air in the cell was cold, and the snow outside had not melted yet, so it was very cold inside. There was a thick quilt on the earthen bed, but it was still not a good place to stay.
It's not freezing to death, but it's very painful.
The feeling of the cold penetrating into the bones is not pleasant.
An Yunxi and Ling Changyue were standing outside the cell at the same time.
They could easily see the scene inside through the gap in the fence.
Ling Changyu had been placed on the bedding, his clothes were slightly messy, and there was an obvious purple bruise on his neck.
Her pupils shrank and her fingers clenched involuntarily.
Ling Changyu, dead?
She felt a little bit unbelievable about this scene, but she didn't know how to explain the scene she saw with her own eyes.
The boy is only eighteen years old this year, not yet twenty years old, is he going to die just like that?
An Yunxi felt a blockage in her heart and her brows were sour.
She didn't dislike Ling Changyu. On the contrary, they were very close when they were young. Even though they grew up and were not as close as they were when they were young, she never forgot this feeling.
Not long ago, she even pleaded for him in front of Ling Fengxun.
The prince also promised her in person that he would not kill him in the end.
She originally thought that this matter would have a result soon, but unexpectedly, the snow disaster attracted the attention of most people, so that few people paid attention to the third prince.
He committed suicide in the sky prison before Ling Fengxun decided to release him.
There were chaotic footsteps coming from the other side of the cell.
Ling Fengxun finally arrived after getting the news.