Chapter 469 It should have been his wife
Haunted in broad daylight? How novel!
While there are many people and the sun is shining, let's watch the excitement!
The crowd then proceeded in a grand procession to the mortuary.
To prevent the body from being lost, and even more so to prevent ghosts from escaping, the old man who looked after the mortuary locked the door.
Sure enough, the sounds of ghosts wailing and howling came from inside.
The voice sounded somewhat familiar to Lu Feiwen. Just as he was about to run forward after recognizing who it was, his hands were twisted and a needle was inserted into his throat.
He can't move or speak.
On the left is Chuan Bai, whose gaze is icy cold, and on the right is Lu Qingqing, who has a half-smile.
A chill ran down my spine.
It seems I've fallen into their trap...
From inside the mortuary came terrified cries:
"Your Majesty, please spare me! It was all my father, Lu Feiwen, who did it. He was jealous of Shui Zhongyue's excellent medical skills and the favor she received from the masters in the palace, so he increased the dosage of the medicine the Fourth Prince drank. The Fourth Prince's death is indeed related to him!"
The fourth prince came right up!
The sound startled everyone listening outside.
In the stillness, only the people inside continued to recount their crimes.
“My father also caused the death of the eldest son of Hong Tongpan of Dongjin Prefecture, because the Tongpan’s concubine gave my father money.”
"He is also a lackey of the Holy Physician Sect, supplying them with placenta carts."
"He bribed the apprentice at Shou Kang Medical Clinic, causing people to die from the medicine and ruining the clinic!"
As the voices inside grew louder, Lu Feiwen's face gradually turned ashen, and finally he closed his eyes in despair.
It’s over…
One of the items they took out was a capital offense punishable by death.
Taken together, their crimes are unforgivable, and no one can protect him.
The sounds inside continued, while the people outside, after their initial shock, began to make noise.
Lu Feiwen was able to move again, but was then taken into custody by the officials.
The people threw stones at him and cursed him repeatedly.
"Your Majesty, I've told you everything. It really wasn't me. It was my father, Lu Feiwen. You've arrested the wrong person!"
After the confession inside was finished, the old man, trembling, opened the door at the magistrate's command.
The man, his crotch soaked and his eyes glazed over, was led out.
The sun was shining so brightly that he felt dizzy and his eyes were blinded. He looked at the crowd and his surroundings, but he still couldn't tell where he was.
Upon seeing his father, whose face was deathly pale, he bellowed like a frightened donkey, "My father! This is my father! You lured him here, can you let me go now!"
Several strangely dressed people emerged from the mortuary.
There's a green-faced, long-bearded Yama, a judge holding the Book of Life and Death, and Ox-Head and Horse-Face...
"Idiot!"
"idiot."
"coward."
"The filial son who sold his father."
"..."
...
Lu Feiwen and his son were imprisoned. Because they had committed serious crimes at different times and in different places, Magistrate Yan compiled their statements and submitted them to the Dali Temple by express urgency.
On the same day that the Court of Judicial Review received the case, a memorial with the same content also appeared on the desk in the Imperial Study.
News from the capital arrived very quickly.
Two weeks later, Lu Feiwen was sentenced to death by a thousand cuts, and his son was exiled.
Post notices to clear the names of the female doctor Shui Zhongyue who was framed, as well as those harmed by Lu Feiwen.
On the day Lu Feiwen was taken to the execution ground, he was dragged along because his tendons in his hands and feet had been severed on his first day in prison.
Old Master Lu picked it out himself.
...
The Imperial Palace.
The Imperial Study.
After the arrangements for the coronation ceremony were finalized, everyone filed out.
Apart from Ji Ruyan, who was dressed in a moon-white robe with dragon patterns in front of the desk, only the old prince remained, still carefully checking for any omissions.
The old prince's temples were white, and deep, hard lines were etched between his brows. His fingers would occasionally tap a spot.
Since his return, Uncle Wang has been personally involved in everything he does, showing him great care and concern, just like a loving father to his son.
He was even more capable than his father.
Unfortunately, he is different now than before. He maintains a degree of wariness towards everyone in the capital and can no longer be completely honest with anyone.
"Uncle Wang, who wiped out the Feathered Beast Spirit Clan?"
The unexpected question made Prince Qing'an pause in his tracks.
He looked up at the Crown Prince, who showed no emotion whatsoever.
After enduring a hardship, it froze from the spring lake surface into a winter ice layer, making it impossible for people to see the surging waves beneath.
fine.
The Emperor's heart is profound and unfathomable, as unpredictable as yin and yang.
That's how it should be.
The old prince felt somewhat gratified, yet his heart ached faintly again.
This growth came at the cost of lives.
Who destroyed the Feathered Beast Spirit Clan?
The old prince did not want to recall it anymore.
But someone wouldn't let him run away.
"Is it you or Father?"
His voice was solemn and imposing.
This made the old prince realize that he was being questioned by him in the capacity of an emperor.
If he does not answer truthfully, it will inevitably create estrangement and suspicion between them.
The old prince stared blankly at the candlestick, remaining silent.
"Did you enter the secret room twice because of my mother?"
Ji Ruyan took out the woman's portrait.
The moment the old prince saw the portrait, he lost his composure and knocked over the imperial edict in his hand.
He exclaimed, "Pear!"
Ji Ruyan's gaze suddenly tightened.
"What is the relationship between Uncle Wang and my mother?"
What is the relationship?
That was the woman he loved most in his life; she should have been his wife!
The old prince stared intently at the portrait, his hands stroking it from afar, his eyes filled with deep longing and regret for the cruel twist of fate.
Ji Ruyan had never seen him so emotional.
In my memory, Uncle Wang was always a man of calm and undisturbed mind, who regarded power and wealth as nothing.
Now, he stands before a portrait of his mother…
"It was me, your father, Shangguan Yu, who together wiped out the Feathered Beast Spirit Clan!"
"No, it's me, I'm the culprit!"
"It's me."
"It's me!"
The old prince was filled with extreme remorse; his hands trembled, but he dared not touch the portrait.
The woman above smiled gently, ethereal and graceful, just like when they first met.
Twenty-one years ago.
The Western Liao Dynasty is stirring with ambition.
He was ordered to garrison Suzhou Prefecture.
In the ancient border town, at sunset, he met a girl with a headscarf in front of a naan bread stall.
A breeze began to rise, blowing the white scarf around her like soft clouds, the ends of the scarf fluttering like wings taking flight.
She stood in the sunset, reaching out to a beggar and offering him a naan bread.
At that moment, it was as if a god had descended.
Her whole body glowed with an orange-gold light.
A bandit suddenly appeared on the street, his long whip sweeping across the panicked crowd. When he looked at her, he revealed an excitement as if he had discovered a treasure.
The horse galloped fiercely toward her, and just as the filthy hand was about to grab her, he threw his long knife and severed the bandit's arm.
He rushed over and fought with several bandits. His gaze swept to the side and fell upon a pair of pure and captivating peach blossom eyes beneath the curtain.
I was instantly captivated.
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