"The world belongs to the emperor. What the emperor says is the truth. No one dares to say anything even if he confuses right and wrong. I can only say that justice is in the hearts of the people. The emperor of Beili should know best why the seedlings born from the mutual generation of yin and yang are not sold to the people of Beili. As for Dongyi's affairs, if Dongyi really cares about the death of the princess, he might as well look back at the old things. It's ridiculous that my father killed Princess Dongyi and her husband." Ye Qianning said coldly, glancing at Cheng Binglu above him, with a sneer on his lips.
"You... are talking nonsense." Cheng Binglu scolded.
Ye Qianning laughed when he heard this. "If Dongyi hadn't been afraid of starting a war with Beili, why would he have believed Beili's excuse so easily? Or perhaps Dongyi knew the truth and what the princess was planning in Sifang Mountain. After the truth was revealed, he knew he was wrong, so he agreed with Beili's explanation. In short, no matter the reason, my father must bear this crime."
Cheng Binglu gripped the railing tightly with his big hands, his face full of anger, and he was speechless.
Many people heard this and although they did not understand the specific process, they felt that what Ye Qianning said made sense.
Xiang Minghou was sitting in his seat. He had long been indifferent to other things, but when he heard about the tragic death of Sifangshan, his mind was shocked. This was the only thing he didn't want to think about for the rest of his life and he couldn't let it go.
Shui Xingqi didn't know that such a thing had happened to Ye Qianning and the others. During their conversation, she combined some information: ten years ago, she was only six years old.
A six-year-old child went through something like that, Beili...
Old Feng knew a little bit about it, because they had sent people to Beili to investigate the incident of the Yin-Yang Mutual Birth ten years ago. The General's Mansion, Marquis Xiang Ming, and the child with the Yin-Yang Mutual Birth, could it be the little girl in front of him?
shock!
Helian Chen had the clearest understanding of what happened back then. He stood up and looked coldly at the person above him: "If Dong Yi wants evidence, I have it here."
Cheng Binglu shifted his gaze to Helian Chen: "Who are you?"
"Nanyuan Helian Chen, ten years ago, I accompanied my uncle on a diplomatic mission to Beili. At that time, all the nations left the capital at about the same time. Chu Yue and the Prince Consort led their men back to Beili and hid in Sifang Mountain. I don't know what they did, but I believe the Dongyi Royal Family should be very clear; otherwise, they wouldn't have let this matter go so hastily." Helian Chen's gaze shifted from Cheng Binglu's direction to Xiliuyuan on the fourth floor. "Prince Xiyan, you were also very clear back then, right?"
Upon hearing this, everyone focused their attention on Xiliuyuan.
Ten years ago, when the Emperor of Beili celebrated his birthday, the three countries sent envoys to congratulate him. Since then, Xiyan seemed to have rarely cooperated with Beili.
"The emperor has made the final decision, but how many people care about the truth?" Xiliuyuan was cold and elegant.
Helian Chen gritted his teeth: "Back then it was clear..."
"Prince Xiyan is right. The emperor's words are always right." Ye Qianning interrupted Helian Chen's words.
Her remarks today are not about refuting the truth of that year.
Helian Chen met Ye Qianning's gaze and felt depressed.
Mr. Feng raised his hand and poured a cup of tea and handed it to him: "Sit down and have a cup of tea."
Helian Chen sat down heavily, picked up the teacup and drank it all in one gulp.
Mr. Feng felt that this boy was very useful if he wanted to know about the little girl.
"I am not stating these things today to explain anything, but only to answer the questions of everyone in Beili. You may believe in the story of calling a horse a deer, but we will never forget it." The voice was firm and deafening.
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