Qiao subconsciously denied it, but Lord Zhao continued, "If you tell the truth and plead guilty, you can be given a lighter punishment."
"But if one is stubborn and keeps denying his guilt even though he knows it, then his crime is even more serious."
Hearing this, Qiao's sophistry reached his throat but was instantly swallowed back.
Her crimes were so easy to find that there was no need to worry about finding evidence. She knew it in her heart and regretted very much for speaking so recklessly at the palace banquet.
Those words have now become evidence of my guilt.
She never thought that Prince Chong'an would really hold her accountable.
Mrs. Qiao did not dare to argue anymore, but looked at King Chong'an and said, "She is An Yun's mother. Now she died at your doorstep, but you still let her go to jail. King Chong'an, Princess, have you ever considered An Yun? Or was your previous love for her fake?"
Qiao used Anyun as a shield again, but now Princess Chong'an had already fallen for her tricks.
Princess Chong'an said coldly: "Qiao, you are so disgusting. Stop threatening us with An Yun. It was you who failed to protect her and let her die at such a young age. She followed us for sixteen years, eating well and dressing well, and she was with you for one day, and now she is gone. You have time to blame others, you might as well go to jail and reflect on your mistakes."
Qiao couldn't stand Princess Chong'an saying this to her, she tried to hold back and wanted to go crazy.
Seeing that everyone in the room was looking at her with strange eyes, she suddenly panicked and didn't know what to do.
"Come here, take Qiao to the prison and wait for the verdict."
Lord Zhao didn't want to waste any more of his time, so he spoke directly.
Mrs. Qiao was immediately frightened. The bailiffs ignored her fear and took her to jail.
"My Lord, it's not my fault! I am innocent! My Lord!"
"Lord Zhao?"
"Manman? Manman? Help her! She is your mother. Help her! Manman."
When she called out to Lord Zhao, Qiao thought of Jiang Man from the past.
Jiang Man just watched her being dragged away coldly, with no expression on her face.
No one paid any attention to Qiao. Her voice gradually faded away, her tone filled with panic and fear.
It's just that no one cares.
Seeing Qiao's fate, Prince Chong'an and his wife looked at each other, and there was smile in their eyes.
Just thinking of their daughter, they couldn't help but look over, and seeing that their daughter had an indifferent expression, they felt relieved.
It was what Qiao deserved. If she had abused their daughter, they would have treated her badly for her sake.
But she is a vicious woman, and people like her deserve to go to hell.
After resolving the Qiao family's issue, Prince Chong'an and his family of three returned home.
In the imperial palace, after Nangong Yan returned to the palace, he learned that Prince Jian had come. Nangong Yan was a little surprised. He knew why Prince Jian came at this time?
He went to the imperial study to see Prince Jian, and Qingli also went.
Prince Jian was still the same as before, smiling.
"Your Majesty is leaving the palace today?"
Prince Jian smiled as he opened the door and asked. Seeing his expression, Nangong Yan guessed why he came.
Nangong Yan nodded, "Yes, he left the palace. How did Uncle 깇 enter the palace?"
Prince Jian smiled and said, "I came to discuss something with you."
Nangong Yan asked in confusion, "What's the matter?"
King Jian said, "I want to go back to my own fiefdom."
Nangong Yan looked surprised.
"Why?"
"Uncle, did you encounter any happy things?"
Prince Jian smiled and said, "No, I am tired of staying in Nanyang City for so many years, so I want to move to another place."
Nangong Yan did not refuse and nodded calmly, "Okay, since Uncle wants to go, then go!"
King Jian nodded, "Okay, then there's nothing else to do. 놖늀 will leave first."
"Wait, Uncle 깇."
Nangong Yan’s voice rang out.
Prince Jian turned around and looked at him in surprise, "Your Majesty, is there anything else?"
Nangong Yan glanced at him indifferently, stood up and walked over.
"Li Xiaohua is dead."
Nangong Yan spoke.
Prince Jian was stunned for a moment, a hint of disappointment flashed in his eyes.
He raised his head and looked at Nangong Yan in confusion, "Who is Li Xiaohua? I have never heard of him. Is there anything special about him that makes His Majesty pay so much attention to him?"
Although he guessed that Nangong Yan might have known it, Prince Jian still played dumb, not wanting to break up with him so quickly. At the same time, he had a glimmer of hope in his heart, thinking that maybe Nangong Yan knew everything and was just talking about it casually.
Nangong Yan said seriously: "This person has been with Uncle Ji for some time and lives in your Prince Jian's Mansion. How do you know him?"
Upon hearing this, the little bit of hope in Prince Jian’s heart disappeared instantly.
His expression suddenly changed, his eyes were no longer warm, and his tone was cold.
"You know everything?"
Nangong Yan was puzzled and asked the question in his heart, "Why? I asked myself, I have never blamed Uncle Ji, why did Uncle Ji harm me? Did he want the throne?"
King Jian looked at his puzzled expression and suppressed a sarcastic smile.
"Heh! Why? Nangong Yan, do you know what your parents did to you in order to get your throne?"
Nangong Yan frowned when he heard this. He had some guesses in his mind, but he also felt that it was possible.
His throne was passed down to him directly from his grandfather's generation, skipping his father's generation. In Nangong Yan's impression, he didn't have many uncles. Later, when he grew up, he found out that according to the family tree, he actually had quite a few uncles, but most of them died, were disabled, or were exiled and could never return to Nanyang City.
After growing up, Nangong Yan realized that those uncles were all victims of the struggle for the throne.
When he was eight years old, the emperor's grandfather declared him the heir, took him by his side, taught him carefully, and taught him the strategies of governing the country.
At that time, he was the only grandchild. The rest of his uncles had either died or been exiled, and none of them left any descendants.
As far as he could remember, the closest uncle he knew was only Uncle 깇, who would often take him out to play and was very kind to him.
Nangong Yan was reminiscing about the past, but Prince Jian's face had turned cold, and the hatred in his eyes was no longer concealed.
"You know, right? You became this disabled person because of your father. You treated him as your brother and you as your child. You never thought of fighting with you, but they were relieved. Ha! The royal family is indeed ruthless."
Prince Jian's face was full of sarcasm and self-mockery.
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