"Well, it's best that he didn't expect it." Zhong Mingzheng nodded.
"Your Highness, you are so familiar with the past of Prince Pingxi and His Majesty just now, you can tell them like the back of your hand," Ling Shian asked curiously, "How did you know this? I have never heard you talk about this before."
"My mother told me some things before, but what she knew was not complete," Zhong Mingzheng said slowly, "but my uncle told me some of the past a few days ago."
"Right Prime Minister?" Ling Shi'an was startled. "Why would the Right Prime Minister suddenly say this to Your Highness?"
"Now that the Fourth Prince is dead, his hopes naturally fall on me. If he doesn't come clean to me, will I continue to care about his uncle who sits on the fence?" Zhong Mingzheng said sarcastically. He walked to the bookshelf, picked up a copy of "Southern History" and flipped through it, saying, "This history book is written in black and white, and it is the cleanest and purest. But which history book is not written in blood?"
Ling Shi'an didn't say anything, but just stared at the page that Zhong Mingzheng had opened. It was clearly written: Emperor Yuan Liu Shao.
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Prince An's Mansion.
Zhong Mingwei looked at the banknotes, nightgown, and letters on the table with a serious expression. Mei Ya and Pang Yi also looked solemn.
"Sir, someone is clearly trying to pin the crime of assassinating the Fourth Prince on the head of Prince Pingxi," Pang Yi said in a deep voice, "This is totally different from what we expected before."
Yes, no matter how suspicious Zhong Mingwei and the others were, they would never associate it with the King of Pingxi, and they never thought that someone would use the Fourth Prince's four great powers to write an article about the King of Pingxi.
"I'm afraid this was a trap set up against King Pingxi from the very beginning." Mei Ya sighed.
"But who would target the King of Pingxi? Why would they target the King of Pingxi?" Pang Yi was confused. "The reason for killing the Fourth Prince is simply because he has been in the limelight recently. According to our speculation, this matter should be related to the fight for the throne, so how could it be related to the King of Pingxi who is far away in the northwest?"
"He's not targeting the Prince of Pingxi, but me," Zhong Mingwei said slowly, "Zhou Youan's betrayal let the person who planned it know the relationship between the Prince of Pingxi and the Imperial Guards, and then also knew the Prince of Pingxi's attitude towards me, so he began to worry that the Prince of Pingxi and the Imperial Guards would do their best to protect me. So he took advantage of the murder of the fourth prince to eliminate Ma Zhiming and implicate the Prince of Pingxi. Moreover, he could also control the Imperial Guards through Zhou Youan. Isn't it killing three birds with one stone?"
"Mingwei, the "he" you are talking about, are you referring to...Prince Rong?" Meiya asked hesitantly.
Zhong Mingwei did not say anything, but just looked down at the letter on the table again. He recognized the handwriting of King Pingxi, so he could see clearly that it was indeed the handwriting of King Pingxi. However, Ma Zhiming was such a cautious person, how could he not burn the letter after reading it?
Zhong Mingwei couldn't figure it out, but a hint of doubt flashed through his mind. What if this was fake?
"But Mingwei, I don't think it will be Prince Rong," Meiya was still struggling, her palm-sized face wrinkled. She sat opposite Zhong Mingwei, rubbing her hands and pursing her dry lips. "The Fourth Prince is the brother of Prince Rong. How could he be so cruel as to attack the Fourth Prince? And I heard that the Fourth Prince and Prince Rong have always had a harmonious relationship. Now that the Imperial Concubine has died suddenly, the relationship between the two will only become closer. How could Prince Rong attack his own brother? Besides, the Fourth Prince is only fourteen years old this year!"
No one answered Mei Ya. Zhong Mingwei didn't speak, and neither did Pang Yi. They all sat there in silence.
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