The Crown Prince is Actually a Princess!

The flowering period of Xinyi has passed, and a few scattered flowers left on the tree were also knocked down by the violent storm and turned into mud.

There was rain all over the ground, and the whole place was red.

Clusters of peony and rose are planted under the tree, which are in full bloom when they are in full bloom. The peony is as red as blood, and the rose is as bright as jade, swaying in the ravages of summer wind and rain.

On the Xinyi tree, there was a woman in palace dress, who was dressed in purple-red palace dress and embroidered with rich and luxurious peony patterns. The beauty was gorgeous.

Liu An ordered his subordinates to disperse the onlookers and protect the murder scene.

It's really unfavorable to linger, there are one after another in the palace, what is going on?

The crown prince hurried over, and Qin Ruo held her an umbrella with bamboo leaves.

"Old slave pays homage to His Royal Highness." Liu An gave a feint, and then said, "This early morning, an attendant passed by and saw Zhao Lai hanging from a tree."

"Has Dali Temple been notified?"

Hearing that someone was dead in the palace, Murong Ci almost jumped up, but fortunately it was not his father.

In the past few days, Dali Temple Secretary Gu Huai and Shen Zhiyan did not know how many times they came to the palace early in the morning.

Liu An replied: "As soon as the old slave came here, he immediately sent someone to inform Dali Temple."

The wind and rain gradually ceased, and the occasional cool breeze brought a few drops of rain, which made the expanse wet and cool.

After Xia Yu's baptism, the entire palace glowed with bright colors, the palace walls became redder, the glazed tiles became yellower, and the blue bricks became greener. The entangled water vapor gradually dissipated, and the misty world gradually became clear and clear.

Zhao Bi was still hanging from the tree, and Murongci looked at her. She was soaked all over, her head drooped, and the gorgeous palace clothes dripping with water.

Murongci ordered the palace man to get the deceased down and put it on the ground temporarily.

Zhao Bi's appearance is very good. At this time, the face looks like a dyeing workshop, and the rain washes down the rouge, revealing his true and beautiful features. However, because of her drooping head, there was rouge left on her face.

For an instant, like an electric sparkle, a white light flashed in Murongci's mind, as if thinking of something...

A person squatted down beside her, she didn't notice, trying to catch the white light.

"What is your Highness thinking?"

This low voice made her tremble, and she suddenly came back to her senses.

Seeing her startled, Murong Yu mocked: "His Royal Highness is so bold, will he be scared?"

Murongci bit his lip silently, not wanting to pay attention to him, and looked at Zhao Bi's neck.

"His Royal Highness feels she hangs herself or was killed?" He asked again, as if he wanted to test her.

"If you want to hang yourself, why bother to run here? Isn't Zhao Bi's Jingfu Hall close here." She pointed to the deceased's neck, "However, there is only a strangle mark between her neck, which is dark purple."

She was puzzled. It is very unlikely that Zhao Hao went here and hanged herself, so why did she hang herself? However, the dark purple strangle mark on Zhao Bi's neck is a testament to self-hanging. what on earth is it?

Murong Yu saw her frowning and contemplative, and her face was suspicious, and she said: "Zhao Bi's eyes closed and lips were opened, his tongue was against his teeth, and there was only a dark purple strangle mark on the neck, which seemed to hang himself to death."

Murongci was surprised that he also knew how to do an autopsy.

"Perhaps Zhao 嫔 really hanged himself, but maybe it was not voluntary." His voice was low and gentle, speaking in a voice that only she could hear.

"It's not voluntary..." She suddenly realized that Zhao Hao was brought here by the murderer.

However, Zhao Yan must not come here voluntarily, did she call for help? Who brought her here again?

At this time, Gu Huai and Shen Zhiyan hurriedly arrived.

After the two saluted, Shen Zhiyan didn't say much, and Shen Zhiyan began a preliminary autopsy.

The results of his autopsy were similar to Murong Yu's speculation. It was preliminarily determined that Zhao Bi had hanged himself and had no other injuries or signs of struggle.

"The deceased Zhao Yu died about the time of today, before the thunderstorm. Her green beautiful hibiscus shoes were fresh and clean, and there was no dust or mud." His cold jade eyebrows were flying, "However, it may be washed away by the rain. Up."

"Her nails were smeared with Kordan, and her index finger nail was broken." Murongci added.

"It should be the deceased who broke while holding the hemp rope with both hands when struggling at the last moment." Shen Zhiyan speculated, putting his hands on his neck as a demonstration.

"His Royal Highness said it is impossible for Zhao Mi to come here to come from the hang." Murong Yu stood up, the corners of the black gold brocade robe was soaked by the rain on the ground, "Besides, why did Zhao Mi hang himself?"

"The question raised by your highness is the key to the subordinates' doubts. Whether Zhao Yu hanged himself or was killed requires investigation." Shen Zhiyan looked at Gu Huai, "My lord, the subordinate wants to go to Zhao Yu's Jingfu Hall to see it. Look."

Gu Huai nodded, and Liu An hurriedly said: "The minion pointed to the individual to lead Master Shen over."

Murongci watched Zhao Bian being carried away by his servant, and suddenly remembered something, and said to Liu An, "General Manager Liu, Zhao Bian will be buried after thorough investigation of this case."

He was embarrassed: "This summer is scorching, I'm afraid it will smell and rot if I leave it for three more days."

Shen Zhiyan said: "It's okay, today I will examine Zhao Yan's body carefully, and the palace can be treated immediately for funerals."

Murong Yu said calmly: "Just follow the instructions of your Highness, and you will be buried after thorough investigation. Seal the corpse first with ice cubes."

The regent has spoken, Liu An will not say more.

...

Zhao Bi is the concubine Murong Cheng accepted ten years ago. She lives in Jingfu Hall and has no children.

Several servants carried the corpse to the side hall and placed it in the side hall. The close maid of Zhao Yu served the master for the last time in the side hall, cleaning, changing clothes, combing hair and putting on makeup.

The rest of the palace maids and servants knelt in the main hall of the partial hall and wept, and the atmosphere of grief filled.

However, who knows which cry is true and what sadness is a perfunctory disguise.

Shen Zhiyan and Murongci looked around the hall first, and then walked into the bedroom.

Zhao Bi's bedroom is full of luxuriant lines, and the glorious light is flowing, it is almost blinding people's eyes.

Various shapes of gold and jade ornaments can be seen everywhere, all kinds of jewellery are filled with dressing tables, and those clothes are hung on wooden frames in sets, so the whole hall is quite crowded and eye-opening.

Since Concubine Xiao entered the palace six years ago, Zhao Hao has fallen out of favor, and it is rare to see Murong Cheng once a month.

Zhao Bi was lonely and intolerable. He found comfort and satisfaction from the treasures that his Majesty rewarded, and he also got a psychological hint: Your Majesty still loves her. Perhaps, she would like to take this to tell the palace people of Jingfu Palace: One day, she will be favored by His Majesty again.

Murongci is sorrowful for the harem woman, although she grew up in the palace, she is used to seeing the ups and downs of the harem concubine, life and death changes.

Therefore, since she was sensible, she decided that she would never become a miserable woman in the harem, and would never allow any man to manipulate her destiny.

Shen Zhiyan inspected a circle, his eyes were slightly cool, "The sleeping hall is neat and orderly, there is no trace of fighting, everything is as usual."

She nodded, "My palace has been unable to figure out that Zhao Yu should have no reason to hang himself."

"But it can't explain the fact that she hangs herself. Besides, she doesn't have to go so far to hang herself."

"This is the most paradoxical mystery about Zhao's death."

"I'm going to preach to Yuanfang, Zhao Yu's close court lady, to interrogate." He walked out of the sleeping hall and ordered an attendant to preach.

Murongci stood in front of the bed, his cold eyes swept away inch by inch.

Later, when she came to the main hall, Shen Zhiyan began to ask Yuanfang: "Are you Zhao Yu's close court lady Yuanfang?"

Yuan Fang nodded and hung his head, his eyes were red and swollen from crying, and his face was filled with sorrow and sorrow.

"Did you serve Zhao Yan to bed last night?" Murongci asked her to raise her head to answer.

"His Royal Highness, Lord Shen, is a slave and maid." Yuan Fang choked.

"Before and after going to bed last night, what unusual words and deeds did Zhao Bin have?" Shen Zhiyan asked.

"Zhao 嫔, as usual, rested after bathing." Her eyes drooped, and she sobbed sadly.

"Uncle Zhao can drink tea before going to bed or..." A thought flashed in Murongci's mind.

"Zhao Bi drinks a cup of soup before going to bed every day."

"What soup?"

"It was almond butter last night. In the past, there were rose dew, hibiscus soup, bird's nest porridge and so on."

"Who made the almond butter?" Murong asked, as if there was something embossed on the surface.

"Aunt Zhao didn't want to bother the cook of the imperial dining room, so the servants set up a small dining room in Jingfu Hall. Aunt Zhao likes to eat, Yuan Qiu is doing it." Yuan Fang replied.

"Last night Zhao Yu ate almond butter and then stopped?" Shen Zhiyan looked at His Royal Highness, with a sharp heart, "Did you watch the night?"

"Maid Zhao ate the almond cheese and then stopped. It was the slave girl's vigil." Yuan Fang cried more and more sad, tears rippling. "The slave girl was always alert at night, but I don't know why, she didn't know anything last night... Meng Mengliang would wake up, but Yuan Qiu called the slave servant for a while before waking up early this morning... It was the slave servant who didn't take care of Zhao Zhao well, the slave servant deserved to die..."

Murongci and Shen Zhiyan looked at each other, then let her go, and then summoned Yuan Qiu.

Yuan Qiu was also sad, his eyes were slightly swollen, and his head hung down.

She said calmly, "After Zhao Aunt entered the palace, the slave servant and Yuan Fang waited on the sidelines, and they are quite young."

Murong asked, "I heard that Zhao Yu likes to drink a soup before going to bed."

Yuan Qiu replied: "Yes, the almond butter, hibiscus and bird's nest porridge that Zhao Yu ate before going to bed were all made by slave servants." She suddenly raised her head and pleaded bitterly, "His Royal Highness, Lord Shen, Zhao Yu will not Self-hanging. Aunt Zhao must have been killed, and the slave-maid begs you to get justice for Zhao Auntie."

Shen Zhiyan glanced at His Highness, and asked calmly: "Why do you conclude that Zhao Bi will not hang himself?"

"The day before yesterday, Zhao Yu also said that he would visit your Majesty in two days and get his heart..." Yuan Qiu's speech was very fast and looked messy. "Just imagine, how could Zhao Han hang himself? Isn't it strange?"

"My palace will make a thorough investigation. You made almond butter last night. Did you send it to the bedroom and watch Zhao Yu finish eating?" Murong Ci asked.

"Every night, the slave maid prepared it and delivered it to the sleeping hall, but last night Yuanfang said that Zhao 嫔 was angry, she took the almond cheese and went in. The slave maid thought that the small dining room had not been cleaned, so she went to clean up." Yuan Qiu Gradually he returned to calm.