Chapter 275: Telling the Truth

Prince Duanhui was his first child and his favorite child. To this day, on the anniversary of Prince Duanhui's death, no palace maids are allowed to smile.

If any palace maid or eunuch dared to laugh on that day, the emperor would beat them to death without saying a word.

When the little prince was watching fish by the lake, he plunged into the fish pond and was dead when he was rescued by the eunuchs.

They had rescued him in time, but the little prince's head hit a rock and the real cause of death was excessive blood loss.

A similar small bottle was picked up from the fish pond where the little prince died.

But before the investigation of the case was completed, the small bottle disappeared inexplicably.

Why is there an almost identical one here?

He grabbed Jiang Xinyue's wrist, wanting to see more clearly, but hurt her because he grabbed too hard.

Her wrist was almost broken by him, and Jiang Xinyue couldn't help but let go of her hand. The emperor also let go of her and caught the small bottle that was about to fall to the ground.

The white bottle was smudged with light yellow forsythia, and the bottom of the bottle was light blue stream water. The forsythia seemed to be swaying with the stream.

Such exquisite craftsmanship does not seem to be something that ordinary people can afford.

Jiang Xinyue touched her wrist that had been pinched with purple marks. This time, she did not cry out in pain, and did not disrupt the emperor's thinking.

Until his brows relaxed, she leaned over and showed her wrist: "Your Majesty, what is this? Why are you..."

So excited?

The emperor quickly wiped the dirt off the bottle, put it into his sleeve, and grabbed Jiang Xinyue's wrist: "I'm sorry, Yue'er, I lost my composure. Does it hurt?"

He remembered to ask her if it hurts?

Of course it hurts, bastard.

"I'm fine."

Jiang Xinyue shook her head, but her wrist turned uncomfortably twice, and Emperor Xuanwu felt even more guilty and distressed.

He rubbed her wrist and blew on the bruise: "Go back and ask Doctor Yan to prescribe some ointment for you."

He took a deep breath and explained: "This porcelain bottle is almost exactly the same as the one found at the place where the little prince fell into the lake."

Was it poisoned?

That's why Duan Hui fell into the lake with a dizzy head.

"What the emperor meant was..."

Jiang Xinyue pretended not to know: "Someone poisoned the young Crown Prince Duanhui, causing him to feel dizzy and fall into the lake?"

The more reliable theory in the palace was that Crown Prince Duanhui slipped while fishing and fell into the pond and drowned. As a concubine who had only been in the palace for two years, she could not have known that the real cause was excessive blood loss.

So she could only say that he fell into the lake.

Emperor Xuanwu seemed to be extremely tired, and his majestic and tall figure appeared somewhat hunched and decadent.

He was blaming himself and he was in pain.

He owned the world, the most beautiful woman, and everything that men in the world envied the most.

However, he could not even save his most beloved son.

This will be an eternal pain in his heart!

For the first time, Jiang Xinyue felt that the emperor was actually a pitiful person. Was everything he had really what he wanted?

If possible, did he also yearn for a loving couple, a house full of children and grandchildren, and an ordinary life without intrigue?

She hugged Emperor Xuanwu from behind, her hands tightly around his waist: "Your Majesty, I know that the death of the late crown prince makes you very sad. But Your Majesty, this is not your fault. You should not punish yourself with the mistakes of vicious people. What we have to do now is to find out who harmed the late crown prince, avenge the late crown prince, and comfort his spirit in heaven so that he can rest in peace."

Where is the time to be sad?

The serious thing to do is to kill Concubine De as soon as possible.

Otherwise, let alone the former crown prince, the few fragile young seedlings left in the palace will have to endure much more persecution.

It was fine for the Fourth Prince and the Sixth Prince to be in her Hexi Palace, but Jiang Xinyue was mainly worried about the Fifth Prince who went to Dongshan to guard the body.

The Empress handed the Fifth Prince to her, and she did not abandon him.

At least the people at the Imperial Mausoleum had received her instructions not to mistreat the Fifth Prince and Fenyun, and they would guarantee the dignity and treatment that a prince deserves. After all,

the Fifth Prince was still in the name of the late Empress, and was the legitimate son of the Great Yan Dynasty. Regardless of whether he was the biological son of the late Empress or not, the Fifth Prince who had ascended the royal throne was the legitimate son of the Great Yan Dynasty.

There was no guarantee that Concubine De would not be so heartbroken that she would want to kill the Fifth Prince.

"Yuer is right."

A hint of cruelty flashed in the emperor's eyes: "It's time to make those who killed my little prince pay the price."

Jiang Xinyue raised her head and was held by Emperor Xuanwu's hand and stood side by side. He lowered his head to look at her: "Yuer, I will protect our little dumpling well and will never let the tragedy happen again."

When the little prince died, he was worried about internal and external troubles. He was busy every day and had no time to take care of the affairs in the harem.

He thought that with the empress in person, even if all the little princes and princesses in the palace died, it would definitely not be the turn of the eldest son of the emperor and the empress.

How dare they?

Perhaps it was because the moonlight disappeared into the clouds, the sky turned pale, and a line of dazzling orange rushed out from the dark clouds, making the emperor suddenly become emotional.

He spoke out his heart that he had never revealed to anyone else: "The Empress and I have been married since we were young, and I was very pleased with her. She is a sensible, virtuous and gentle woman. I trusted her and handed over the power of the harem to her without reservation. But she was addicted to the happiness brought by power and neglected our children, which led to the tragic deaths of the little prince and the second oldest. Since then, I have been cold to her, but she has gone further and further on this path..."

It was his fault!

He did not pull the rope in time after the Empress lost her two children.

If he could comfort and enlighten the Empress, they would not have reached the point where they hated each other.

Emperor Xuanwu listened to the Empress's last blessing before her death in the opposite way. She cursed him to be lonely and helpless for the rest of his life, to be betrayed, and that he would never meet a woman who truly loved him in his life.

The queen regretted it. If possible, she didn't want to be the queen again in the next life, and she didn't want to meet the emperor.

Jiang Xinyue didn't want to judge who was right or wrong, she could only say it was half and half.

The emperor was busy with government affairs, and the empress had to take care of the harem. If someone with a heart waited for an opportunity for ten years, even she herself could not guarantee 100% that the Sixth Prince would be able to turn adversity into good fortune.

In the final analysis, it was because Concubine De was too vicious, and she didn't even let the children go.

Being a monarch or an emperor is not something that can be done well just by being a prince.

It depends on his talent and character, whether he has a benevolent heart, and whether he puts the people before his own interests.

It's easy to be an emperor, but it's hard to be a good emperor.

It's not that Jiang Xinyue looks down on the third prince, at least so far, she has not seen the ability of a crown prince in the third prince.

If Concubine De had spent all the time she spent on intrigues on cultivating the third prince, he would surely be more competitive.