Chapter 128 Purpose 1
The unrest in the coronation hall is still spreading. It is Karen's princess Lin Ruhui.
She was the person who stood closest to Karen except for the etiquette officer and others. She had just seen the scene of Karen falling and black blood splattering.
It was like poisoned fragments piercing her eyes, and then it kept playing in her mind like a short film.
She had been maintaining her princess's dignity, but her face instantly turned pale, her hands tightly grasped the hem of her dress, and even her breathing became rapid.
Before the maid could come forward to support her, she swayed and her vision went dark.
Her husband's death was too tragic. He was fine one second ago, and died suddenly with black blood vomiting from his mouth the next second. She could not bear this sudden shock.
"Your Highness..." She called out weakly, her voice as thin as a mosquito, and then her vision went black and she fell straight back.
The maid beside her was quick-witted and reached out to support her, but she stumbled twice under the force of her fall and could only cry for help:
"Princess! Princess! The princess has fainted! Someone come quickly!"
This cry for help was like a fuse, igniting the panic at the scene again.
The female guests at the aristocratic table were already pale with fear at Karen's death, and now seeing the princess faint, they could no longer suppress their fear:
Some covered their faces and sobbed quietly, some tightly grasped the arms of their male companions, and some subconsciously stepped back, fearing to get close to the coronation platform stained with black blood.
The rustling of satin skirts, suppressed screams, and sobs of frightened people mixed together, turning the parliament hall into chaos again.
Lin Yao walked out from the corner, glanced at the crowd, and happened to see Lin Ya and De Linwei.
The two people who were competing with each other in the banquet hall just now, even trying to compare how quickly they walked, now have lost all their competitive spirit.
Lin Ya hid behind the maid, only daring to show half of her face, her face was as pale as if she had just come out of an ice cellar.
Her hands were tightly gripping the sleeves of her maid, her fingers digging into the fabric, and she didn't even dare to look in the direction of the coronation stage;
Delinwei lowered her head, her shoulders trembling slightly, and her originally straight back slumped down. She looked like two frightened quails, only concerned with shrinking into a safe place.
"Everyone, be quiet!" The old emperor's voice suddenly rang out, trying to raise the volume as much as possible, but with a majesty that penetrated the chaos, like cold water poured on a boiling pot.
The noise in the council hall gradually died down, and everyone's eyes turned to him in the wheelchair.
The old emperor's eyes were calm, and he only gave orders to the chief attendant beside him:
First, he immediately summoned a physician to treat the princess and sent the women to the side hall to rest;
Second, the royal etiquette officer was ordered to reassure the guests, telling them that order was under control and there was no need to panic.
Third, have the guards guard all exits and not allow anyone to leave without permission.
The chief attendant bowed in response, turned around and quickly arranged the personnel.
Soon, two doctors came hurriedly with medicine boxes, and the maids carefully helped to lift Lin Ruhui onto the sedan chair and sent her to the side hall.
Several etiquette officers went to each seat, soothing the frightened guests with gentle voices. They especially patiently explained to the female guests, trying to ease their fears.
The Royal Guards also moved quickly and stood in a circle along the walls of the parliament hall.
With his hand on the weapon at his waist and his eyes scanning the entire scene vigilantly, the originally chaotic scene was gradually brought under control.
While everyone's attention was on the old emperor, Lin Yao quietly took two steps forward.
His eyes passed over the crowd and were fixed on the coronation stage.
The brooch stained with black blood, perhaps because of the angle, he saw a flash of light purple traces.
The color is too strange, it is definitely not the luster of ordinary gemstones.
And Shasha's desire for the toxin once again revealed the problem of the brooch.
Lin Yao understood in his heart: Karen’s death was definitely related to this brooch.
"Do you know who gave him this brooch?" Lin Yao's voice was transmitted into Ye Heng's ears through electric current.
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When Lin Yao's voice, wrapped in the noise of electricity, came into the headset, the people in the broadcasting room were in chaos like a hornet's nest whose nest had been overturned.
Ye Heng looked at the panic in the room, then calmly replied to Lin Yao: "I know, you know that too, don't you?"
Lin Yao raised his eyebrows when he heard this. This was indeed true. The person giving the gift had no other choice for him.
"Then you must have evidence too." Lin Yao replied to him confidently.
Ye Heng took over this sentence very naturally and said to give him five minutes.
At this moment, the walls of the broadcast room were covered with dazzlingly bright surveillance screens, and the central main screen was divided into four screens: all were real-time images of the chaotic hall.
There is also a close-up frame, which is tightly locked on Karen's body and the blood-stained brooch on the coronation stage.
"Code! The code crashed again!" The technician in blue overalls flew his hands over the keyboard, his knuckles clacking against the keyboard, and sweat trickled down his temples.
"The pause command isn't reaching the main equipment! The royal family has urged us five times in three minutes. If we can't stop now, we're all going to have to pack up and leave!"
Another technician next to him was even more anxious and rushed directly to the console.
The main power plug was pulled out with a snap, and their equipment became dark and silent due to the power outage.
However, the live broadcast logo in the lower right corner of the screen showed no sign of disappearing. The noise in the hall still came through the speakers, and even the voice of the old emperor's orders was very clear.
He was dumbfounded, plugged it back in, stared at the glaring screen and muttered:
"This is bizarre... It can still play even when unplugged? Is this device a spirit?"
Someone else yelled into the communicator, their voice changing tone:
"Technical Department! What the hell are you doing?! Everything was working fine this morning, how come it's so difficult now?!"
But all I heard from the other end was the sound of electricity and vague excuses, without any practical solution.
The entire broadcast room was filled with the sounds of keyboard tapping, communicators shouting, and the humming of electricity from equipment running, creating a chaotic mess that was overwhelming.
No one could do anything about it. The royal family's request to urgently suspend the live broadcast became an impossible task in the face of this out-of-control equipment.
Only Ye Heng seemed like an outsider.
He just found an idle swivel chair and sat down, one leg crossed over the other, his posture too casual.
The secondary screen in front of him was turned into a slow motion video of Karen's death. Compared with the busy technicians around him,
He seemed to be here to slack off and watch a video, even the speed at which his fingers slid across the screen was deliberately slow.
A technician, sweating profusely from anxiety, passed by and saw him staring blankly at the screen. Thinking it was a colleague coming to support him, he hurriedly grabbed his arm:
"Brother! Do you know how to adjust the main equipment? Please help us. If this continues, we will all be held accountable!"
Ye Heng raised his eyes and glanced at him, without any panic in his eyes, he just pointed at his clothes lightly.
The dark grey maintenance uniform was out of tune with the technician's blue work clothes. The technician was stunned.
Only then did he realize that this person was of no use at all, so he could only let go of his hand helplessly, turned around and rushed back to his console, muttering
"How come anyone can enter the broadcast room..."
Ye Heng ignored him and put his fingertips back on the screen. He adjusted the picture to the moment when Karen just said that she was not worthy, and then moved it back frame by frame.
Karen's face on the screen turned from pale to dark blue, and blood began to seep from the corners of his mouth, while his eyes were fixed on the lower left corner of the screen, where Lin Zhixiong was.
Finally, half a second before Karen's body began to shake,
He pressed the pause button, circled a tiny area on the screen with his finger, and zoomed in.
In the picture, Lin Zhixiong's hand hanging at his side moved slightly at his sleeve.
It's not a natural swing, it's the arc of a knuckle pressing hard against something, even though it's so fast it feels like an illusion.
But in slow motion, even the wrinkles in the fabric of his cuffs were clearly visible.
Ye Heng's eyes flashed with a sharpness, and he tapped the screen with his fingertips, saving these evidences while
He then responded to Lin Yao's words, saying that Lin Yao was really good at fortune-telling and he did have evidence that Lin Zhixiong harmed Karen.
He moved the video back two frames and saw Karen had fallen to the ground.
At the moment the black blood splattered, a very faint purple light flashed. It was not the luster of a gem, but more like the energy fluctuations leaked from the microdevice when the poison was triggered.
Ye Heng stared at the faint light, and curled the corners of his mouth:
"This old fox is hiding quite well. Keep an eye on him. He shouldn't have a chance to discard the switch."
Lin Yao agreed, with him and Lin Ruheng around, Lin Zhixiong would not be able to escape.
After getting a response, Ye Heng glanced at the technician who was still unplugging the power supply next to him, and a barely perceptible smile flashed across his eyes.
This device is not a spirit, it’s just that Bian Miao modified the program in advance and it cannot be turned off.
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Two members of the Royal Guard squatted beside the coronation platform, holding a palm-sized toxin detector in their hands, scanning the black blood at the corners of Karen's mouth and the base of the brooch again and again.
Only a string of messy codes popped up on the detector screen, unable to identify even the most basic toxin category.
It is neither the common nerve poison in the empire nor the hemolytic poison circulated on the black market. It seems to be some kind of specially formulated new toxin.
"Captain, we can't find out." One of the team members stood up and shook his head at the captain, his tone full of helplessness.
"The toxin's structure is too complex. There's no match in the detector's database, and we can't even trace its source..."
The captain of the guard frowned and walked to the detector to take a look. The garbled characters on the screen were still flashing, as if mocking their incompetence.
He walked to the old emperor's wheelchair and reported to him in a low voice:
"Your Majesty, the type and source of the toxin have not yet been determined. We need to send the sample to the White Tower laboratory for further testing."
The old emperor in the wheelchair didn't say anything, but just turned his head slightly and slowly swept his eyes over the people closest to Karen.
Lin Zhixiong was worried about his unconscious daughter; the Imperial Clan Chief stood by with a pale face; the etiquette officer also looked terrified;
Several royal family members who had just stepped forward to pay their respects were subconsciously shrinking back.
His eyes were indifferent, but with a sharpness that came from someone who had experienced political maneuvering. It was as if he was silently examining everyone, trying to find flaws in their expressions.
The captain of the guard followed the old emperor's gaze as he scanned those people, and instantly understood what he meant.
First, take away those who had close contact with Karen and question them, maybe we can find some clues.
He was about to raise his hand to give the order for his team to step forward and control the person when a calm voice suddenly came from the corner, breaking the tense atmosphere:
"That jeweled brooch is quite beautiful, but it doesn't look like the kind used by the royal family."
Everyone paused, their eyes turning towards the source of the sound.
I saw a young man in a banquet waiter's uniform slowly walking out from the shadows of the waiter standing area.
His hands hung naturally at his sides, and the tray had been placed aside.
There was no special expression on his face, neither panic nor deliberate flattery, as if he was just speaking the truth casually.
It’s Lin Yao.
Some people in the noble seats frowned, thinking that a waiter should not interrupt in such an occasion;
The military generals looked at him with interest, wondering what the waiter who suddenly spoke wanted to say;
However, Lin Zhixiong, who was feeling "sad", paused without leaving a trace, and a vicious look shot out from between his fingers.
Lin Yao faced the gazes of everyone in the room with a calm expression.
He raised his chin towards the brooch on the coronation platform, his tone still calm:
"You all should know what royal jewelry looks like better than I do, right?"
As soon as these words were spoken, many people subconsciously looked at the brooch that was still worn on Karen's chest.
Before, everyone only paid attention to its gorgeousness and beauty, and didn’t care about the style. Now, after Lin Yao mentioned it, they realized that something was indeed wrong.
The old emperor's eyes also fell on the brooch, and his brows furrowed slightly.
He had lived for most of his life and had seen countless royal ornaments. He only noticed that the brooch was stained with blood and did not study the style in detail.
Now take a closer look, the accessories that go with the royal coronation gowns have always been exquisite in both beauty and substance.
Although the pigeon blood ruby on this brooch is gorgeous, it focuses on luxury and lacks meaning, which is incompatible with the royal coronation style.
"You're just a waiter," one noble couldn't help but ask, his tone questioning, "Who told you to be so nosy here?"
Lin Yao turned to look at the noble, his face still expressionless, he just said calmly:
"I just wanted to offer some clues. After all, if the brooch didn't belong to the royal family, then the person who gave it to them might know something."
These words seemed to wake everyone up.
Yes, if the brooch doesn’t belong to the royal family, it must have been given by someone else!
Who sent it? Could it be the one who poisoned it?
The captain of the guard also reacted and immediately turned to the old emperor, waiting for further instructions.
Lin Zhixiong's face twisted instantly, then he took two heavier breaths, quickly calmed down, and after glancing at the time, he was completely relieved.
The old emperor looked at Lin Yao with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.
This waiter looked ordinary, but years of observing people and the fleeting respect Ye Mang had for him told him that the person before him was no ordinary person, so:
"Let's not mince words, sir. You must know who did it, right?"
The old emperor's voice was not loud. He was sitting in a wheelchair.
His back was straight, and his eyes were fixed on Lin Yao. There was no sharpness in his questioning, but a calmness that could see through everything.
It was as if he had already seen through Lin Yao's identity hidden under his waiter uniform.
As soon as these words were spoken, the parliament hall seemed to explode!
The guests who were originally whispering suddenly burst into laughter. Some of them suddenly stood up from their seats, looking at the old emperor in disbelief, and then turned to Lin Yao.
The Duchess in the noble seat covered her mouth with her hands, her eyes full of shock, and she murmured
"How is that possible? How could a waiter know..."
The military generals also frowned, their eyes looking back and forth between Lin Yao and the old emperor. They obviously didn't understand why the old emperor came to this conclusion.
The comments flooded the screen like a tide, and the screen was full of question marks and exclamations:
"How did the old emperor know?! This waiter looks ordinary!"
"Could this waiter be an undercover agent? He's hiding too well!"
"Is there any clue that Your Majesty hasn't revealed? Otherwise, how can you be so sure?"
"Just now, the waiter said that the brooch was the wrong style. Did he know who poisoned it then?"
"Or even earlier! It's terrifying when you think about it!"
Ye Mang was also stunned.
His hand on the wheelchair paused slightly, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Everyone on the mission knew Lin Yao's identity, but Ye Mang never thought that the old emperor would point it out so directly, and he never thought that the old emperor could see through everything just based on Lin Yao's words.
He subconsciously looked at the old emperor, but saw that the old emperor was still staring at Lin Yao, with no wavering in his eyes, obviously not making a casual guess.
Lin Yao also raised his eyebrows, feeling a little surprised, but his face remained calm.
He faced the inquiring gazes of the entire room and did not answer immediately. He simply bowed slightly and spoke calmly:
"certainly."
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