Chapter 115

If she was really the fourth prince's pawn, then the fourth prince would definitely make trouble in this matter.

"You can admit your guilt in Zhao Qiqi's death!" Emperor Mo frowned tightly. The thing just now had not been taken over, so why did this happen again? But she was the protagonist of these two things!

Yan Qingyu, the seventh lady from the Prime Minister's Mansion.

"My daughter has no idea what happened, and she doesn't know what crime she wants to confess. Please let Your Majesty take a look!" Yan Qingyu knelt on the ground, her expression calm, and she was running high, thinking about how to get out of this matter.

I am just a substitute for the Fourth Prince and have endured the secret person to deal with it.

Before Emperor Mo said, a little girl ran over with blood all over her body, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed: "Your Majesty, please make the decision for my lady! My lady and Miss Seven have had a lot of friction. First, they maliciously injured my lady's feet at the palace gate, and then they killed their slaughter in the riding and shooting competition, causing my lady to be injured... But I never expected that Miss Seven would assassinate my lady in the end on the pretext of a peace talk. My lady was obviously interested in a partnership with her, but she did not expect that she would end up like this in the end."

This little girl was extremely angry and distorted the facts. A faint tears appeared in her eyes. Her pretended strong image made many people think a little deep.

The little girl stared at Yan Qingyu, who was kneeling on the ground fiercely, and she burst into tears, "Miss has never had any unhappiness with Miss Seven, but when she entered the palace today, Miss Seven repeatedly asked for trouble for the lady, and relied on her inconvenience to make the lady maliciously injured... Your Majesty, the injuries on my lady's leg and arrows behind me were all left by Miss Seven."

"Miss is kind-hearted and knows that her words are inappropriate, so she has the idea of ​​reconciliation. Unexpectedly, Miss Seven asked her to help her out and assassinate my lady. All this was seen by me!"

Yan Qingyu chuckled sarcastically, is this little girl here to make fun of it? What a joke about assassination without motives?

Emperor Mo frowned, while a beautiful woman stared at Yan Qingyu with murderous intent on one side, with a poisonous look on her face; "I want to see where you came from, the ambitious leopard dared to assassinate my niece!"

This palace?

If you are not the queen, then you can only be the imperial concubine!

Zhao Qiqi’s dear aunt!

"Your Majesty, you watched Qiqi grow up. Although her personality is lively and active and even a little reckless, it will not cause any harm to kill him. Please ask Your Majesty to examine the murderer carefully and avenge Qiqi!" The imperial concubine's palace outfit was embroidered with eight-headed colorful phoenixes, which was a subtle difference from the Empress's Nine Phoenix Chaoyi Palace outfit. However, since ancient times, only the main palace can wear bright red. The imperial concubine's move did not arouse His Majesty's dissatisfaction, showing how much His Majesty loves her.

The imperial concubine in red palace clothes held a handkerchief and gently wiped her tears. Her weak and boneless appearance caused a burst of distress in her heart and patted her shoulder: "Don't be sad, I will definitely find out the murderer, and I will be fair to that poor girl!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty..."

Tears in the imperial concubine's eyes kept dripping on the back of Emperor Mo's hand, causing the originally calm Emperor Mo's eyes to pass through a sharp look. His solemn and majestic facial features were filled with a hint of frost. He looked at Yan Qingyu: "Have you ever seen Zhao Qiqi privately?"

"I have never been a daughter!" Yan Qingyu said nothing and was not humble.

"Then there are a lot of wheel marks in the place where Zhao Qiqi died, which is the traces of such a chair under you. How do you explain it?" Emperor Mo's voice was cold and sharp, and the power of oppression pounced towards Yan Qingyu like a tide. Ordinary people were already scared and told the truth obediently.

"Your Majesty, this wheelchair is not just owned by the ministers..." Yan Qingyu was about to explain, but someone suddenly spoke and sneered. "I'm afraid this lady doesn't know. I've never seen such a chair before. I sent people to search all the chambers of commerce in the capital and didn't show such things!"

Yan Qingyu: "..."

Where did the swallow Ran get it?

"The size of the rut is exactly the same as the smallest chair under you. This is the evidence that you met Zhao Qiqi in private! And after that, there was an imperial guard immediately afterwards, and you happened to be not far away... More importantly, the fabric and silk thread were found on the scene, which was the fabric of your skirt!" The imperial concubine kept saying with tears in her eyes. Her sadness was from the bottom of her heart, not like a pretentious act. And she wouldn't give up her niece just to frame her a little concubine, right?

A series of evidence made Yan Qingyu hard to speak. How long did it take to have sex with the Fourth Prince? In less than an hour, the other party actually came up with such a detailed and meticulous plan to frame him. The person in the dark is really a monster.

"Don't think that your maid is a mute, I have no choice. I will never let you go if I kill Qiqi!!" The palace concubine's eyes kept dripping and fell on Emperor Mo. Everyone present was basically silent and seemed to be out of the matter.

Including An and the others.

Because Yan Qingyu had a motive for committing the crime, and the wheelchair she left there should be only the one under her, and she was near the case after the incident... The money left was silk thread, which was exactly the same as the fabric on her body... All kinds of evidence indicate that Yan Qingyu had an indelible criminal suspect.

Zhao Qiqi's girl had all the evidence, and then she cried and said intermittently, "Please make the decision for my lady, and you must not let this murderer go!"

The luster in Emperor Mo's eyes became colder and colder, and all the evidence was already in front of him, and things could not be quibble. He slapped the table with a big palm, "Dan Yan Qingyu, do you know that you murdered General Zhao's daughter?"

"My daughter has never done such a thing, so she will not admit her guilt!" Yan Qingyu bent down and bowed to her. She knew that she would not be sentenced to death, because she had to wait to see her relationship with the fourth prince. If she was sentenced to death, how could she lead the fourth prince out of the way?

"Very good, I'm still stubborn when I die. Come on, I'll torture me and force me to confess!" Emperor Mo felt a little painful. The one who died was General Zhao's daughter. Fortunately, others were not in the palace for the time being. If he knew about it, he would definitely make a fuss.

An imperial guard came in and dragged Yan Qingyu toward the outside. No one of the people now stood up and spoke for Yan Qingyu. When she was about to be dragged out of the palace, Mo Yiqing stood up and knelt down, "Tell me, my son has something to say!"

"allow!"

Mo Yiqing showed a worry-free expression to Yan Qingyu, and then calmly analyzed all the incidents. "Miss Seven thought that Miss Zhao was not the murderer of Miss Zhao. Everyone knows that Miss Seven was kidnapped by the Fourth Emperor's brother for a while, and there was no idea where the wheelchair was at that time?"

Everyone was stunned, including Emperor Mo.

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Yan Qingyu: How could it be that as the heroine, not taking the blame? But I don’t take the blame!

Pot: The innocent me

On the type of pot

The heroine also has to choose the blame, and the psychological area of ​​asking for the blame
Chapter completed!