Ye Yue looked at her cold and calm expression and in the end, she still shook her head and said, "It was my wishful thinking. Even if I beg third sister to help us mother and son, third sister will not agree. "Ye Li said," I can't help second sister, right now … I'm afraid that no one can help each other. Since second sister knows about the matter between the Emperor and Li Wang, then you should also know about the situation in the Prince Ding Mansion. It's not better than second sister right now, right? "
Ye Yue sighed and said, "In the past, I always boasted that I was smart, but now I know that third sister is the smart one among us sisters."
Ye Li slightly frowned and said, "Since second sister is fine, I will go back first."
Ye Yue quietly hugged the child and sat on the soft couch, looking at Ye Li with a faint apologetic expression. Ye Li suddenly became alert and suddenly stood up, but she only felt a wave of dizziness and her vision turned black as she fell to the ground. Ye Yue silently looked at Ye Li who had fallen to the ground and softly said, "I'm sorry third sister, I am the mother of a child. I have to make plans for my son. "
In the spring of the twelfth year of Emperor Ping in Da Chu State, Yaohua Palace caught fire. Zhaoyi Ye shi and the Sixth Prince died in the sea of fire. Ding Country's Princess Consort, Ye Li, who was visiting Ye Zhaoyi at Yaohua Palace at that time, disappeared.
"Prince … Prince! Not good … "In the Ding King Mansion, the usually calm and steady Chief Steward Mo rushed to the study in the side hall of the main courtyard with messy footsteps.
Feng Zhiyao sat in a chair in the corner of the study with an expression of watching a good show and lazily said with a smile, "Ah Yao, to be able to scare Chief Steward Mo to this extent, it really is not good …" Before he finished speaking, Chief Steward Mo had already reached the door of the study and said to Mo Xiuyao with a pale face, "Prince, Princess … Princess has gone missing in the palace!" Feng Zhiyao was stunned and immediately jumped up and shouted, "How is this possible? Why would he suddenly disappear from the palace? " The two of them simultaneously turned to look at Mo Xiuyao. Mo Xiuyao seemed to be in a daze. When the two of them looked over, he slowly placed the book back on the table. He asked in a deep voice, "What's going on?" Chief Steward Mo said with a trembling voice: "After Wangfei had an audience with His Majesty, Ye Zhaoyi of Yaohua Palace sent someone to invite Wangfei over, saying that she had something to ask of you. By the time the Shadow Guard arrived, the entire Yaohua Palace was already on fire. Ye Zhaoyi and the Sixth Prince died in the fire, and the Princess … the Princess is missing. "
Mo Xiuyao leaned against the wheelchair, closed his eyes and asked in a deep voice, "Where did Qing Luan and Qing Yu go?"
"Qing Luan and Qing Yu are also missing." "Qingluan and Qingyu didn't enter Yaohua Palace with the Princess Consort, but … the palace's Shadow Guard couldn't find them."
"Very good." Mo Xiuyao's voice was low and deep, it didn't seem to carry any anger, but it made people feel as cold as ice. The whole study room seemed to be frozen with a layer of frost in an instant, cold to the bone. "The Princess is missing, and the two girls are also missing. The palace's Shadow Guard didn't know anything. Very good … I should praise the Shadow Guard for being loyal to their duty all these years, right? "
"Prince, please calm down." Feng Zhiyao and Chief Steward Mo's complexion both changed, and they both knelt down to beg for forgiveness.
Mo Xiuyao didn't look at the two of them. He lightly waved his hand and said: "Go and prepare, I want to enter the palace immediately. Feng Zhiyao, secretly block all the exits out of the capital. I don't want to see any suspicious person leaving the capital. "Feng Zhiyao stood up and said:" This subordinate obeys. " Chief Steward Mo hesitated for a moment and said: "Prince, I'm afraid your body is not suitable for …" Before he finished speaking, Mo Xiuyao lightly glanced over. That sharp gaze made Chief Steward Mo's heart tremble, and the rest of his words were stuck in his throat. Feng Zhiyao quickly pulled Chief Steward Mo out. Chief Steward Mo worriedly frowned and said: "Prince's body can't be tormented now … this …" He was also worried about the Princess Consort's disappearance, but if the Prince also collapsed, then the Ding Wang Fu wouldn't need to be schemed against by others, and would be finished immediately. Feng Zhiyao shook his head and said: "You know Prince's temperament, it's useless to say anything now. Quickly invite Mr. Chen over. It's best if Mr. Chen can enter the palace with us. "
Chief Steward Mo also felt that Feng Zhiyao's words were reasonable. He could only sigh and quickly walk towards the guest courtyard where Chen Yang was temporarily staying. Feng Zhiyao turned his head and looked worriedly at the silent study. He could only sigh in his heart and hope that Ye Li was safe and sound.
In the study, Mo Xiuyao silently lowered his head and stared at his hands that were placed on the armrest. Because of the long period of illness, the back of his hands had become excessively pale. It was unknown when a thin layer of frost had formed. Mo Xiuyao expressionlessly looked at it, as if he didn't notice the abnormality of his hands at all. Gradually, the frost began to turn into fine water droplets, and finally turned into a faint warm smoke that evaporated into the study and disappeared without a trace. A trace of dark red blood slowly fell from Mo Xiuyao's lips. He lowered his head and glanced at the blood dripping on his light blue clothes. He slowly took out a snow-white handkerchief from his sleeve and slowly wiped the blood from his lips. "Mo Xiuyao … you, are, courting, death!"
At this time, the palace was already in chaos. Mo Jingqi's face was gloomy. He stared at everyone present, his eyes crazily flashing with suspicion and ferocity. He didn't care if Ye Yue and the newborn little prince were burned to death, but if there was a Princess Consort of Ding among them, then he couldn't help but care. Mo Jingqi never thought that someone would take advantage of a loophole in his palace. Yes, as soon as it happened, Mo Jingqi was alerted that this was not an ordinary accident. This was a conspiracy against him. The Princess Consort of Ding died in the palace, and she was summoned in by him … Mo Jingqi didn't dare to imagine how big of a storm it would cause if the Mohist army and the Black Cloud Cavalry fought over this matter. Although he had sent his trusted subordinates to warn the guards of the capital at the first moment of the incident, his heart was still unsettled.
His gaze fell on the Empress Dowager sitting on the side, and Mo Jingqi's gaze became more complicated. If Mo Jingqi was asked who he suspected, the first person he suspected was his Empress Mother. Growing up by the Empress Dowager's side, he naturally understood his mother's character of doing anything to achieve her goals. And from the worship and admiration of the past to the unbearable present, Mo Jingqi didn't want to admit that he was still somewhat afraid of the Empress Dowager.
Looking at Mo Jingli sitting on the side indifferently, the anger in Mo Jingqi's eyes gradually faded. He couldn't lose his composure now. There were more difficult people to deal with later. And he … was the Emperor. He couldn't shrink back.
"Prince Ding has arrived!"
The last time the people present saw Mo Xiuyao was last June. At that time, other than being unable to walk, Mo Xiuyao was no different from a normal person, and it made many people more or less worried. But a few months later, there was news that Prince Ding was seriously ill, and the Ding Palace closed its doors to visitors like in previous years. This made many people's worried hearts slowly relax. It was the beginning of spring, and the weather in Chu capital was still chilly. Mo Xiuyao sat in a wheelchair and was pushed in by Ah Jin. He was wearing a light green cloak with silver threads, and the collar revealed the white imperial robes embroidered with silver dragons. Even though half of his face was covered by the mask, it could still be seen that Mo Xiuyao's complexion wasn't good. His unusually pale complexion showed that he was still ill.
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