Princess Wen Yu's carriage was heading north along the official road, and four agile horses galloped at the fastest speed under the spur of the groom.

Even if the official road is flat, it is difficult to ensure the ride experience at such a speed.

Wen Xiaotu was wearing a eunuch uniform, and his butt hurt in the bumpy carriage.

Jinshu also complained, "Mom, my father has always been strong and healthy, I think there will be no serious injury..." - Jinshu has never believed that his father would be injured by prey and is still unconscious.

Wen Xiaotu grinned in pain, "Anyway, hurry to Peking as soon as possible."

Queen Little Wen had "accidentally felt a cold" and fell ill in Fengyi Palace. Now, with Princess Wen Yu, the eunuch Xiao Wenzi of Fengyi Palace is now heading north with Princess Wen Yu.

Jinshu had no choice but to grit his teeth and suffer with his own mother.

After a long rush, half of the road to Peking had been taken, but after this day, the two mothers and mothers who were pampering were almost disbanded.

At dusk, I originally planned to stay in the nearby imperial village along the way for a day, but unexpectedly, I met a messenger from Peking.

It is not a big deal to meet a messenger, but this messenger - wearing white cloth - is clearly a ritual of mourning.

The messenger was an official in the court. Apart from his parents and relatives, he would only wear mourning for the king who had the "father of the world".

In an instant, Wen Xiaotu and Jinshu and his daughter turned pale.

The messenger turned over and dismounted and presented the letter of 600 miles quickly, "See the princess! His Highness's urgent letter was written by him, and the emperor died!"

Wen Xiaotu, who was wearing eunuch uniforms, stepped forward directly, grabbed the letter, and didn't care about the role he played now, and directly tore open the letter. He saw that it was really written by Jing Jun.

"The emperor's injuries worsened, and he died late last night..." Wen Xiaotu still felt unbelievable in his eyes, "Will it be so fast?"

She clearly saw winter before... She had sent antibiotics, but why did she get ahead of time?!

Wen Xiaotu's hands trembled, and the letter paper in his hand was already scattered on the ground.

Jinshu quickly picked it up and looked carefully. He couldn't help but lose his eyes, "Father... This is impossible!" Jinshu's eyes suddenly turned red, and tears began to fall. She cried like a child, "Wow" and said, "Father!!"

Wen Xiaotu hurriedly hugged Jinshu in his arms, "Don't be afraid, change your clothes first, and then set off immediately!"

I don’t care about resting now and I have to rush to Peiping immediately.

Wen Xiaotu always felt something was wrong. All this came too quickly and too abruptly! The emperor was in danger in the hunting ground, so it was even more abruptly unconscious. What was even more abruptly... With the emperor's physical fitness and those medicines, how could it be that he couldn't hold on so quickly?

It’s impossible that Jing Jun is tired of being the prince and can’t wait?

But with the emperor's great mind reading skills and his scheming skills, it is impossible for his son to be plotted against!

Moreover, Wen Xiaotu didn’t believe that his child would be the kind of person who murdered the king and father!

Perhaps, all the answers must be revealed in Peiping.

Jinshu cried and ordered, "Get on the carriage! Immediately whip the horse and go to the Beiping Palace!"

After walking through such a starry night, the mother and daughter finally arrived at the Beiping Palace at dawn. At this moment, the palace ladies in the palace were already covered with mourning, and even monks had entered the palace and were preparing for the ritual of salvation.

In the Ming Dynasty, the mourning hall has been laid out, in front of the huge "Dian" characters, there is also the huge gloomy wooden coffin that lies in front of you-

When Jinshu saw this scene, he was so soft that he was on the ground. He cried and howled and pounced on the coffin. Wen Xiaotu stood in front of the strange and cold coffin, feeling a dazed moment in front of him.

At this moment, she was still wearing the eunuch's uniform and wearing white silk, standing in the middle of the mourning hall like a petrified one.

Prince Jingjun was already dressed in mourning clothes. He quickly walked straight to Wen Xiaotu and whispered: "Mother, why are you here? And you are--"

Wen Xiaotu rubbed his eyebrows and whispered: "You can turn your back and open the coffin."

Jing Jun was stunned, and then quickly whispered: "The father was severely scratched by the black bear, and his face was damaged and his festering. The mother should not look at him."

Wen Xiaotu was stunned when she heard this. She wanted to see the person in the coffin, but she just wanted to say goodbye, but she didn't expect to hear such words. The sky in the north was cold, how could it fester so quickly?

Wen Xiaotu widened his eyes and looked at his biological son. His sad face...is obviously different from Jinshu! Jinshu, the child, was already crying loudly, and it was not like a human being. This kid... could even arrange the funeral in an orderly manner...

Wen Xiaotu couldn't help but feel suspicious. Without saying a word, he reached out to touch his son's forehead. In an instant, the "past" scene appeared in front of her - although it was only a few short scenes, she clearly saw the emperor's legs bleeding. It looked really hurt, but! There was only this injury! It was obviously nonsense to say that his face was damaged!

Jing Jun lowered his head and whispered: "I'd like to ask my mother to go and rest for a while. My son plans to carry the coffin to the capital tomorrow."

Wen Xiaotu gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll go to the back hall. After you have handled the matter at hand, you will come and explain it to me clearly." As he said that, Wen Xiaotu stepped forward, helped Jinshu, who was crying and wailing, and forced her away.

It was not until he went to the back hall that there was no one around him that Wen Xiaotu scolded: "Stop crying, your father is not dead!!"

Jinshu choked in tears, and her eyes almost glared out, "You, what did you say?" She couldn't help but burp.

Wen Xiaotu rubbed his eyebrows, "It's not your father who is lying in the coffin."

Jinshu looked surprised: "You mean, the father has not passed away! Where is the father?"

Wen Xiaotu said firmly: "Wait a minute, I'll ask you that good brother!" I also wanted to know where the dog emperor was hiding? When the quarrel was about to go out, what was the meaning?!

First of all, she can be sure that Jing Jun is definitely an insider in this matter, and she is also a participant!!

Jinshu nodded in confusion, "This kind of thing, my stinky brother... why do you want to tell such a big lie?" As he said that, Jinshu's face turned pale, "Can it be that my stinky brother usurped the throne?"

Wen Xiaotu is in a dark line, "Don't think about it!" Your father is not that useless!

Jinshu became more and more anxious, "But, but, I clearly heard that my stinky brother was blocking you from opening the coffin!"

Wen Xiaotu had no choice but to say calmly: "Don't be impatient!"

At this moment, the door of the inner hall was knocked twice, "Mother, second sister, I'm in."

Jinshu's heart trembled, but don't be a father and son fighting... Even if my brother wants to be the emperor, he can't treat his father like this! No, no, no, no, no, I must have made some mistakes!

Jing Jun walked in quickly and couldn't help sighing in his heart. Xuanyiwei reported secretly this morning that his mother dressed as a eunuch and followed her second sister to the north. There was no way, so the plan had to be advanced again. Fortunately, there was an arrangement in advance so that she would not be confused.

However, my mother probably saw the clue.

Wen Xiaotu said with a stern face: "After saying that, where is your father?!"

Jing Jun thought to himself, this is because he is sure that his father is still alive...

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!