His gaze, almost sharp, fell on Xie Lingqin for a moment before quickly shifting away.
Xie Lingqin felt as if she had been seen through by that bone-chilling gaze, yet she still stood there with her head slightly lowered.
"Well done."
Three words suddenly entered my ears.
Xie Lingqin's heart skipped a beat, but she remained calm and composed, her lowered head and meek expression making the Crown Prince feel a little choked up.
From a distance in the crowd, Xie Lingyu looked at Xie Lingqin's appearance and sneered inwardly.
Unexpectedly, the Ninth Miss is dead. Haha, good that she's dead. The Fourth Miss is dead too. Good that she's dead. There's no way to verify anything now, which means Xie Lingqin is bound to be implicated.
However, Xie Lingyu was so happy that her brain short-circuited.
Xie Lingqin is the legitimate daughter of the General's Mansion, not just any Tom, Dick, or Harry. Besides, given the current awkward situation of the General's Mansion, would General Xie really let her die?
Even if I must die, it can't be now.
"Lingqin, think carefully. When you went out for some fresh air just now, did you see the Second Young Master?" The Prince pondered for a while, then stepped forward, seemingly trying to entice Xie Lingqin to speak.
Beside him, Marquis Anping couldn't help but look at Xie Lingqin.
Xie Lingqin seemed oblivious. Although she cursed the Prince Xian's ancestors for eighteen generations in her heart, she was seriously considering the matter on her face. After a long while, she shook her head and said, "Your Highness, Lingqin has never met the Second Young Master."
"Then, do you find anything strange?" the wise king asked again.
Xie Lingqin thought for a moment, then shook her head, "Your Highness, no."
"Your Highness, kill me if you want. Since the Emperor issued this decree without listening to my explanation, I have nothing more to say. Just arrest me. Why are you questioning a young girl here? Do you expect to get some evidence from her to frame me? She is the daughter of the General's Mansion, Your Highness." Marquis Anping, who was standing to the side, seemed to have finally lost his temper and spoke with righteous indignation.
"Your Highness, I just discovered these in the Marquis of Anping's residence." Suddenly, an Imperial Guard came from the side and respectfully handed some letters to Yuwen Yao.
Yuwen Yao glanced at it once and then raised his hand.
With a "thud," all the letters landed on Marquis Anping. "My lord, take a good look."
His voice was soft and seductive, almost like a gentle caress on the tip of one's ear. However, when Marquis Anping met the Crown Prince's chilling gaze, his heart visibly trembled.
Although the Crown Prince was young and not particularly favored by the Emperor, and seemed to have little success in court, Marquis Anping always felt that the Crown Prince did more than anyone else in front of him.
He seems to have no political achievements, yet every word he says and every action he takes leaves no room for doubt.
At this time, those letters that colluded with the barbarians were openly exposed to the public.
The evidence is truly irrefutable and there is no way to refute it.
Marquis Anping's pupils contracted, and in an instant, his body trembled slightly, as if all his strength had vanished. "How could this be... how could this be..." Suddenly, as if he understood something, he looked up at the sky and cried out, "My loyalty is in vain, yet it cannot withstand the emperor's command to die, and the subject has no choice but to die!"
"How dare you, Marquis Anping, what nonsense are you spouting?" the wise king roared in fury.
“Your Highness, the Crown Prince hasn’t spoken yet. Aren’t you being too presumptuous?” Marquis Anping coldly sneered. “So, when you came to the study earlier saying you wanted to talk to me, you were actually taking the opportunity to do these slanderous things.”
The wise prince shook his head and laughed, "Marquis Anping, things have come to this point, why do you still want to drag me down with you? I am the emperor's son."
"Heh heh!" Marquis Anping sneered, coughing up a mouthful of blood.
"Lord..." Lady Anping wanted to step forward to help him up, but no one expected that the trembling Lord Anping would suddenly take out a dagger from his sleeve and stab himself in the heart.
It was too fast, and caught everyone off guard.
"I did everything myself, and it has nothing to do with anyone else." Then, Marquis Anping raised his head, shouted loudly, and collapsed to the ground.
"My lord..."
"Father……"
Urgent cries accompanied by endless weeping spread outwards.
The blood was even more glaring than before.
Marquis Anping fell down, along with his eldest son.
The composed and dignified Lady Anping could only tremble as she looked at the corpse of Marquis Anping, tears streaming down her face.
"Your Highness..." The commander of the Imperial Guards looked at the Crown Prince and asked how to handle the situation.
"Yuwen Xian, prepare to die!" Suddenly, a white figure flew over, and with a sharp shout, a long sword swept across.
Yuwen Xian raised his hand to try to block it, but the heat was too intense.
At the critical moment, he saw Xie Lingqin standing there, and the hand that was originally meant to block suddenly grabbed her.
"careful--"
He was saying "be careful" but he was clearly using Xie Lingqin as a shield. He even pretended to miss halfway through his grab and pushed Xie Lingqin away.
His actions were cautious, and his words were sincere; only the person involved and a shrewd person could tell.
Xie Lingqin glanced at him coldly, wanting to take this opportunity to end things with Yuwen Xian, but she didn't.
A ninja achieves great success and fame.
So, by sheer coincidence, the sword that suddenly appeared was placed against Xie Lingqin's neck.
Xie Lingqin paused slightly, but remained calm.
"Don't worry, you didn't reveal that they escaped, so I won't hurt you. You'll inevitably be suspected today, and only by taking you hostage can I completely clear your name." At the same time, An Shangyi's voice rang in his mind.
Xie Lingqin followed the sword and looked at An Shangyi.
This pampered young master, who is used to being rich, is showing up at this moment and saying he won't hurt her? Isn't he courting death?
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