"Hey, that thing about the Crown Princess... is it true?" Bai Runyi asked in a low voice.
"Um."
"Qingqing, you are so amazing!" Bai Runyi looked at Shen Qing with admiration.
Shen Qing curled her lips, “It’s not me.”
She would not use this method to vent her anger.
"Ah? Who else could have such a big grudge against Chen Jing?" Bai Runyi frowned. It was difficult for her to think of it.
Really? Who else could it be...
Shen Qing's fingers tapped irregularly beside the teacup.
More likely, he is Murong Zhi's enemy.
Murong Yu? Unlikely. Murong Yu would go directly at Murong Zhi, like the assassination at the hunting ground.
Who could that be? A face flashed through Shen Qing's mind.
Qin Wanming?
But didn't he like silence? Why would he give her away and ruin her reputation?
“It’s too hard to guess.”
Bai Runyi held up her head. She really couldn't guess who else could do such a cruel thing.
"Qingqing, what will the emperor do to Shen Jing? Light a sky lantern?"
So scary, I really want to go and see it.
The imperial decree from the palace had not yet been announced, so Bai Runyi didn't know what Shen Jing's fate would be.
"The prince will protect her." Shen Qing said, holding the teacup.
Murong Zhi felt guilty towards Shen Jing, so he naturally wouldn't abandon her. Of course, not before he knew the truth.
What will happen after knowing the truth depends on your ability to remain calm.
Almost immediately after Shen Jianshan returned to the General's Mansion, he sent someone to spread the word that Shen Jing would have nothing to do with the General's Mansion in the future.
On the second day, the imperial edict spread to all regions of Dongli.
The crown prince lost power, and Shen Zhaoxun entered the Eastern Palace.
The situation in the court changed suddenly, and many officials from Murong Yu's faction requested to depose the crown prince and appoint a new one.
"Your Majesty, the seven-day deadline has arrived, and the Crown Prince has not only failed to identify the assassin, but has also caused such a scandal. He is truly unfit to bear the heavy responsibility of being the Crown Prince. I implore Your Majesty to depose the Crown Prince and appoint a new one!"
"I second the motion!"
"Your Majesty, I believe this matter is not urgent. The Crown Prince has always been thorough and has never made a mistake. If we dethrone him simply because of this incident, I'm afraid we won't be able to convince the public."
"If he was thoughtful, he should have understood how to preserve the royal family's reputation instead of keeping her in the East Palace."
"This just proves that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is kind-hearted."
"It's just a matter of indulging in love, why do you have to speak so noble?"
Jiang Zhuo yawned quietly as he listened to the group of people arguing.
What's there to argue about? The decision is the emperor's business. Do they really think they can influence the emperor's thoughts?
In the court, only a few people remained silent.
"Shut up, everyone." The emperor shouted with a dark face.
Everyone quickly shut up and lowered their heads.
"Prince... I have my own plans." The emperor pondered for a moment and said, "Has the Ministry of Justice come to any conclusion regarding the assassination?"
"Your Majesty, we have some clues about the assassination. We will have a result within two days."
"Yes." The emperor nodded and waved his hand casually, "Let's adjourn the court."
The emperor seemed to have aged a lot overnight.
Jiang Zhuo walked out of the Golden Palace and looked at the dark clouds in the sky, which seemed to be hiding another snowstorm.
A snowstorm is coming.
"Lord Jiang." A familiar voice sounded behind him.
Jiang Zhuo turned around and saw Shen Jianshan.
"General Shen." Jiang Zhuo bowed and saluted.
Shen Jianshan sized Jiang Zhuo up with a piercing gaze, a hint of disdain in his eyes. While Jiang Zhuo possessed delicate features and a distinguished appearance, his narrow, slightly tilted phoenix eyes and pale skin were unattractive.
Like a delicate lady.
How could Qingqing fall in love with him at first sight?
It's ridiculous.
"What do you think about the change of the crown prince in the court today?"
"I think things are still uncertain."
It's impossible that Murong Zhi didn't have a backup plan.
"Yeah." Shen Jianshan nodded, "I'm afraid the real storm is about to begin."
Originally, Murong Zhi was in a powerful position and suppressed various forces in the court, forming a delicate and stable balance.
Now that Murong Zhi is in trouble, I'm afraid that this seemingly stable situation is about to be broken, and various forces are waiting for an opportunity to make a move.
Even if Murong Zhi has prepared a backup plan, it is inevitable that one side will be completely eliminated, and there will be bloody storms at that time.
"You kid, try your best to stay alive." Shen Jianshan said this and then walked away.
He reminded her kindly, and also wanted to see if he was the one Qingqing could rely on.
Jiang Zhuo looked at Shen Jianshan's back, a faint smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.
Of course he would live.
East Palace.
Murong Zhi was reading a book in the study. Ten days had passed since he was confined to his room.
During these ten days, the outside world underwent earth-shattering changes. The Fourth Prince rapidly rose to prominence, taking over all the duties previously held by the Crown Prince. His decisiveness and daring actions were truly remarkable.
Within the court, beneath the seemingly calm surface lies a turbulent undercurrent. Various factions clash secretly, and officials have their own agendas: some eager to curry favor with the new elite, others worried about the instability of the situation, and still others wait and see in the East Palace, biding their time.
But Murong Zhi was still not in a hurry, he seemed to be waiting for something.
In the courtyard, Rong Qing tried to hold the sword with his right hand, but as soon as he held the sword, his hand couldn't stop shaking.
He gritted his teeth, endured the pain and raised the sword, but within two seconds, the sword slipped out of his hand and fell to the ground.
He looked at his right hand in despair, which hung limply at his side, trembling slightly.
"Rong Qing!"
Rong Xuan ran over and saw the sword on the ground. He immediately understood what had happened. He grabbed Rong Qing's right hand and examined it carefully.
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