Ying Wuque: “…”
Concubine Lin also felt that she had gone too far. She shook her head and threw the whip aside: "Forget it! You should take a rest first!"
Ying Wuque heaved a sigh of relief, gently put the heavy sword back into the scabbard, and asked worriedly: "Mother... Mother! Are you worried about something?"
In the past, Imperial Concubine Lin was also very harsh to him, but today she seemed to be looking for trouble.
He was very sure that Concubine Lin's mood would be reflected in his own cultivation standards.
"fine!"
Concubine Lin was a little irritated. She kept thinking about the scene in the morning throughout the day.
Her irritability did not come from the sky-high bride price for Ying Wuji.
After all, she had become Ying Yue's favorite concubine as she wished, and her son was almost able to secure the position of crown prince. These few treasures would be returned to her in the future.
But... Ying Wuji has clearly confirmed that he will not come back, so why am I still so anxious?
Concubine Lin was a little confused, but at this moment, she thought of Xun Zhiyin's expression and Ying Wuji's suggestion of "taking him away for retrial".
That wolf boy could obviously have been tried in person and gained greater benefits, and even chopping Xun Zhiyin in public would not have been excessive. Why did he choose such a conciliatory approach?
etc!
A very bad guess popped up in her mind.
Concubine Lin was a little panicked. She quickly took out a key from her bosom and took out a talisman paper from the black iron box.
"Communication Talisman?"
Ying Wuque was a little surprised: "Mother! You want to contact uncle? Did something big happen?"
"Don't call me uncle anymore!"
Concubine Lin did not say anything, but directly ordered him to activate the communication talisman.
Ying Wuque's expression darkened and he could only do as he was told.
A moment later.
Tie Niu's figure appeared in the shadow.
Ying Wuque was a little excited: "Uncle..."
"Shut up!"
Concubine Lin shouted to stop him. Seeing Tie Niu was seriously injured, her face looked extremely ugly.
She stared at Tie Niu, her voice trembling slightly with anger: "Did you give the list of prostitutes to the murderer?"
Tie Niu laughed bitterly and nodded.
Concubine Lin was furious: "I asked you to suppress Ying Wuji, but I didn't tell you to kill him. Do you want to kill us?"
Tie Niu's face was slightly stiff, and he was a little angry: "You are just too indecisive! As long as Ying Wuji dies, no matter how much King Gan hates you, Wuque is his only son, what can he do to you?"
"So? Is Ying Wuji dead?"
“Failed!”
Tie Niu was a little frustrated: "But don't worry! Xun Zhiyin is already dead, no one knows..."
Concubine Lin's voice suddenly became shrill: "Shut up! Do you think His Majesty is as stupid as you? Xun Zhiyin has someone behind him, and he dare not say it. Who else could this person be except one of ours? Once Xun Zhiyin dies, the hat will be on our heads and can't be taken off! How blind are you that you can't see the trap that wolf cub set for you?"
tractor:"……"
His expression gradually turned ugly. All he could think about today was getting rid of Xun Zhiyin. Only now did he figure out the reason.
After a long silence, he said sullenly, "I will take responsibility for my own actions and will not implicate you!"
Concubine Lin sneered: "How can you be alone?"
"I……"
Tie Niu felt a little stuffy in his chest, but he couldn't come up with a suitable explanation, so he could only muffle his voice and say, "Then tell me, what should I do?"
Concubine Lin stared at him, the anger in her eyes faded a little, and became tangled and painful.
After a long while, she uttered softly, "Go back to the embassy and let Ying Wuji decide for you!"
"What!"
Ying Wuque was shocked: "Mom! Aren't you sending my uncle to his death?"
“Bang!”
A slap fell.
"Shut up!"
Concubine Lin shouted angrily and looked at Tie Niu again: "Go back to the embassy and let Ying Wuji decide your fate!"
Although he only repeated it once, there was no more hesitation in his tone.
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