All the ancestors in the capital begged me to be a substitute

Shen Lingxi stopped and turned around in disbelief.

She really didn't expect that Chu Yan would believe her words just like that when she lost her trust.

On the other hand, Mu Huai'an couldn't understand what His Royal Highness the Emperor Taisun was saying.

"Why did Cui Jin suspect, why did he attack the corpse?" Mu Huai'an asked in a daze, "Did I miss something?"

He felt that the son-in-law's behavior today was a bit abnormal, but according to His Highness, this Cui Jin is a scum?Is there an instigation behind the scenes? ? ?
Shen Lingxi would not tell her secrets to others at will, so she could only choose to remain silent.

Chu Yan, on the other hand, looked at Mu Huai'an quietly, with the tails of his long and narrow eyes raised slightly, let alone explaining.

Mu Huai'an's eyes swept back and forth between the two of them.

His eyes fixed on Shen Lingxi's face, "Did you figure it out through divination?"

Then he turned to look at Chu Yan, unbelievable, "Your Highness actually believed it???"

Chu Yan raised his jaw slightly, which was his default.

Mu Huai'an only felt that there was a big difference, he didn't understand, but he was greatly shocked.

One must know that the emperor's grandson's father, that is, His Highness the former crown prince, died because of Yun Liangdi's "witchcraft technique".

His Highness didn't believe it, so he tried his best to save Yun Liangdi's life, and vowed to find out the truth.

How can you believe in this kind of Xuanmen divination technique?

"Didn't Your Highness never believe in ghosts?" Mu Huai'an tried to test, "The eldest princess is the same as His Highness, and has never believed in such things. If the princess asks..."

"Let's just say that Gu asked someone to find out." Chu Yan saw through his thoughts, and the corners of his pale lips curled up slightly, "Gu really doesn't believe in ghosts, but Gu believes in people."

Oh, believer.

Sure enough, in order to win over Shen Lingxi's heart, she made a deliberate appearance.

Shameless.

Mu Huai'an's eyes showed a bit of resentment, and he wanted to say something, but saw Chu Yan's majestic eyes lightly looking over: "Why, don't you go?"

Mu Huai'an had no choice but to reluctantly bid farewell, turned around and was about to leave——
"Wait." Chu Yan said in a very calm voice, "Leave the handkerchief, but I still need to use it."

Mu Huai'an looked at the plain Supa in his hand, it didn't even have any embroidery, so he couldn't see anything special at all.

If you really want to say something special, it's probably... more wrinkled?

No, the emperor's grandson is obsessed with cleanliness, so he wouldn't want such a wrinkled handkerchief.

In Mu Huai'an's mind, the scene of him pulling out the veil from Shen Lingxi's hand just now came to Mu Huai'an's mind.

He held the handkerchief in the palm of his hand, his eyes were dark, but he said with a smile on his face: "The lower official just took this handkerchief to wipe his hands, His Highness is happy, so give it to the lower official."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Chu Yan to speak again, he strode out of the room.

Chu Yan's thin lips were tightly pursed, and there was a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

Shen Lingxi was still immersed in his sentence just now "I don't believe in ghosts, I believe in people". Looking up at his appearance, she was deeply confused.

Isn't it just a piece of handkerchief?Is this worth being angry too?

She raised her green fingertips and pointed to the underside of the basin stand, where Chun Jun specially placed a stack of white plain handkerchiefs, "Your Highness, there are many more, do you want me to bring you another one?"

Chu Yan: ...

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In the middle of the night, only a few long-burning lamps were lit in the last room of the main courtyard of the eldest princess's mansion, where the coffin was still there.

In the corner of the room, the incense of saponin and herb is burning, covering the smell of the corpse.

The eldest princess and her son-in-law Cui Jin have been in love for many years, but they have never been able to give birth to an heir.

This time, after the Eldest Princess passed away, the only guard in front of the hall, apart from the servants who served by her side during her lifetime, was Cui Jin, the son-in-law.

During the day, people from the Ministry of Rituals came to attend the funeral, and there were government officials outside the courtyard who kept watching. Cui Jin never had a chance to do anything.

Now that he finally calmed down, he wanted to personally verify the guess in his heart.

Cui Jin lit an incense stick in front of the spirit, his face was full of mourning.

"All of you, go down." He waved his hands to the servants kneeling on both sides, "I want to talk to the Eldest Princess."

He is now the only master of the eldest princess's mansion, and the servants and servants did not dare to disobey his orders, and they all withdrew.

Eunuch Chang stayed at the end, Cui Jin also waved at him, "You also go outside and guard."

Eunuch Chang hesitated for a while, then bowed and retreated.

Only Cui Jin was left in the room.

He took a deep breath, put away the mournful look on his face, picked up an ever-burning lamp, and walked to the bed where the eldest princess died.

"Yingzi." He murmured in a low voice, "Last night's assassins did not see people alive or dead. They are afraid that you are setting a trap to cheat your death. Let me confirm your body. If it is really you, don't you Blame me."

As he spoke, he took out a short dagger from his sleeve and lifted the tulle covering the corpse.

The flickering candlelight illuminated the face of the corpse.

Entering the eyes, the carefully drawn eyebrows and eyes are familiar to him, and there is a little flower on the forehead, which is so bright that it is also the style he has sincerely praised.If the pair of phoenix eyes could be opened, it would definitely be a bit romantic.

Like, really like.

It's just that I don't know if it's true.

Cui Jin was holding a short dagger, and was about to make a gash on the side of his face, to find out whether it was true or not——
Suddenly, a gust of cool wind blew from nowhere and blew the ever-burning lamps in the house on and off a few times.

A familiar sigh came from behind, "Jinlang, what are you doing? Are you not even letting go of my dead body?"

The voice was low and resentful, with a hint of power.

It was the voice of the eldest princess.

Cui Jin was startled, turned his head suddenly, and saw the eldest princess in plain clothes standing under the shadow of the candlelight in the back window.

The clothes on her body, the makeup on her face, and even the flowers on her forehead are all exactly the same as the corpse lying on the bed.

The long skirt is winding on the ground, with no feet visible, and the body is so long that it seems to be floating in mid-air.

Cui Jin froze all over.

Is this a human, or a ghost?
"Qing, Qingqing..." He opened his mouth, his throat tightened, "I..."

"Qingqing?" The corner of the eldest princess's lips curled into a three-point sneer, and her always sharp phoenix eyes were full of disappointment, "You hid in the villa, and when you learned that they were going to kill me, did you ever remember that I belonged to you?" Qingqing? What benefits did they promise you, so that you would be willing to help them harm me?"

Cui Jin's pupils trembled.

The details mentioned in her words are exactly the same as his experience in the villa.

If she had known that he was hiding in another villa early in the morning, how could she allow him to live on.

Must have found out after death.

Realizing this, Cui Jin suddenly took half a step back, already somewhat convinced in his heart that the one in front of him was a ghost, not a human.

"Qing, Qingqing, you... Where did you hear these... I, I was wronged..."

He kept backing away, his face pale and cold, but because of his inner suspicion and uneasiness, he subconsciously glanced at the corpse on the bed again.

At this moment, when Cui Jin turned his head, the corpse lying on the bed suddenly opened his eyes.

His dark, cold pupils stared at him, and the corners of his lips curled into a sneer.

"Oh? Wronged?" The corpse on the bed made a stiff voice, "What are you wronged? Didn't you plan to slit my face just now?"