Chapter 330 The dust has settled, and the mouth is poisoned

Chapter 330 The dust has settled, and the mouth is poisoned

Ji Qingwu looked at Prince Yong deeply. After all, he was a carefree prince, so how could he know the suffering and helplessness of women in this world.

She lowered her eyes, thinking that these matters should be investigated secretly to avoid causing a second harm to some girls.

Ji Qingwu picked up a stack of documents and raised them, saying, "The Prime Minister must know what is here. The letters between you and Yuwen Tianqing are all here. Do you have anything else to say?"

Su Fengyue could hardly hide the desolation on his face and did not make any more useless excuses.

"Since I dare to take such a risky move, I have already prepared for being exposed. Since ancient times, winners are kings and losers are bandits. I have nothing to say."

In the end, Su Fengyue wanted to save his last bit of face and planned to face life and death calmly.

Ji Qingwu felt that his reaction was too calm and fearless, and she was not very satisfied.

She picked up the scroll beside her and untied the moon-white ribbon.

"I just found something interesting, let me show you all."

Su Fengyue knew what it was. His beard was twitching, and his hands clasped at his sides were also shaking. He was trying his best to endure it.

The scroll was opened, Ji Qingwu held the mahogany scroll head at the top, and everyone could see the painting clearly.

The woman in the portrait has an elegant appearance and eyes like the moon.

But what is rare is that pair of eyes. They are not the turquoise blue of the lake, but a gray-blue color. They look extremely melancholy and sad, making people unforgettable at first sight.

Ji Qingwu had seen such eyes before.

When her fingers were about to touch the eyes in the portrait, Su Fengyue's face instantly turned sinister.

He could no longer pretend to be fearless and said angrily, "Put down this painting! You are not qualified to touch her!"

Zhao Mingyan took a step towards the center of the room, blocking Ji Qingwu's figure, just enough to block Su Fengyue's murderous gaze.

The emperor's eyes were chillingly cold. Su Fengyue didn't dare to act rashly when he saw them.

The eyes in the painting were so iconic that Prince Yong asked, "Is this woman Xi Jin's?"

Ji Qingwu nodded and said, "She is Yuwen Tianqing's mother, Gao Zhaoyue."

At this point, everyone already knows the reason behind why Su Fengyue collaborated with the enemy and rebelled.

After seeing the portrait, Ji Qingwu understood that all the crescent-shaped totems were based on this person's name. Even the name of Su Xiang's daughter, Dai Yue, meant a substitute for Gao Zhaoyue.

In fact, none of the letters Su Fengyue wrote to his family were ever sent out.

Because there is no one to whom the letter is addressed.

Gao Zhaoyue passed away more than ten years ago.

However, Su Fengyue still gave up all his years of hard work for the sake of this woman's remaining bloodline in the world, just to support her son Yuwen Tianqing to ascend the throne.

Ji Qingwu found this matter very ironic.

Su Fengyue has a morbid love for Yuwen Tianqing's mother, and at the same time he tramples on other women at will.

Prince Yong sneered and said, "Yuwen Tianqing's mother was not favored in Xijin. She died of illness a long time ago. I don't know when she had any contact with Prime Minister Su. I don't know if she is willing to be missed by someone like you."

Zhao Minghong's mouth seemed to be filled with poison.

"If Gao Zhaoyue knew that you had been keeping her portrait, she would be so disgusted that she would vomit in the underworld, regretting that she had ever looked at you, an old thing who is worse than a ghost, for a second longer when she was on earth."

Su Fengyue was stimulated by these words, and he rushed towards Ji Qingwu like a madman regardless of anything. Even Shang Rong beside him could not react in time.

He roared, "Give me the painting!"

But he didn't even touch the corner of Ji Qingwu's clothes and was kicked to the ground by Zhao Mingyan.

Su Fengyue fell heavily to the ground. He hunched over in pain and coughed up blood. He was still staring at Ji Qingwu's hand.

"Give me back the painting..."

Ji Qingwu put away the portrait quickly without looking up to see his miserable appearance.

"Prime Minister, you will never see this person and this painting again in your lifetime."

*

Outside the mansion gate, a thousand elite soldiers have surrounded it.

Duan Mingfeng received the signal and led the black guards to withdraw from Zhaoyang Palace overnight and rushed to the prime minister's residence.

The whole city was under curfew at night, and they were able to travel freely along the way, but at the intersection near Su's mansion, they met the carriage of Princess Yong.

The black-clad guards stopped the carriages and Duan Mingfeng rode forward, saying respectfully, "Princess, please go back to the palace and don't come out at night."

This cold voice made Tao Wanyin, who was sitting in the sedan chair, feel cold all over, and she lifted the curtain.

"Master Duan, the prince went to Prime Minister Su's place, and I waited for him at the door. I did nothing."

After returning from the Song family, Tao Wanyin didn't know what was wrong. She felt uneasy no matter what she did.

During this period of time, she and Prince Yong still slept separately. She slept deeply because she was pregnant, but tonight she couldn't fall asleep no matter how much she tossed and turned in her bed in Jinmoju.

In the middle of the night, she sat up and recited a Buddhist scripture, but she still couldn't calm down. She made up her mind to go to the front yard to look for Prince Yong, but Chang Lu told her that he had gone out alone, and went to the prime minister's residence.

Tao Wanyin's heart sank and she suddenly felt a palpitation.

The more she thought about it, the more panicked she became. She immediately asked Chang Lu to arrange a carriage to leave the house. However, she was stopped by someone when she was about to reach the prime minister's residence.

With the help of moonlight, Tao Wanyin looked at the road in front of the carriage and saw that the black-clad guards had surrounded the prime minister's residence like an iron barrel.

Her voice was a little trembling: "Master Duan, has something happened to the prince?"

Duan Mingfeng didn't know what was happening inside, and there might be a fierce battle.

With a gloomy face, he said, "Please ask the princess to send her carriage back to the palace as soon as possible, so as not to affect the work of the Imperial City Department."

The two black-clad guards obeyed the order and stopped the carriage, preventing them from moving forward.

A short flute sound was heard. Duan Mingfeng listened carefully and finally a relaxed smile appeared on the corners of his mouth. He breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that all his hard work during this period was not in vain.

Tao Wanyin got out of the car without a second thought and ran inside holding up the hem of her skirt.

She didn't know what the flute sound meant, but to her ears it sounded like a death warrant.

Without Duan Mingfeng's order, the black-clad guards did not intercept Princess Yong again.

Tao Wanyin didn't dare to run too fast. She jogged while protecting her lower abdomen. Sweat from nervousness and fear seeped out of her forehead and nose.

She entered the Su Mansion smoothly.

The elite soldiers have entered the mansion, and lights are on all over the yard.

Tao Wanyin caught a man and asked anxiously, "Have you seen Prince Yong?"

The man didn't know her identity, so he shook his head and ran away.

Tao Wanyin kept walking inside, and when she was almost at the front hall, she saw someone being dragged out of the house.

She couldn't tell who he was from his appearance, but the purple robe he wore and the crane pattern embroidered on the back...

It’s Su Xiang.

She stood at the bottom of the stairs and saw a pair of court boots with gold edges and coiled dragons kicking the crane hard.

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