Chapter 624
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Marquis Wenyuan's estate.
Shi Qingyi saw the tray in the servant's hands.
"Young Master Shi, please!" The servant stared at him coldly.
Marquis Wenyuan's husband was still struggling. "I want to see His Royal Highness. His Royal Highness likes Qingyi very much. He'll be willing to save me …"
"Slap!" Marquis Wenyuan couldn't take it anymore and slapped his husband.
"Someone, my husband is possessed. Take him to the backyard and don't go out for a while."
Stupid thing, didn't he see what this vile spawn had done? He had framed His Royal Highness. His Royal Highness was probably going to tear him apart right now. Why would he save him?
Marquis Wenyuan had been in a terrible fix recently.
Marquis Wenyuan was from the empress's maiden family and the crown prince's maternal family. They were staunch supporters of the crown prince.
But this idiot of hers, as the future crown prince, had actually exposed the crown prince's treason!
She recalled how her colleagues had looked at her as if she was an idiot when she went to court. She felt ashamed and angry.
When she entered the palace, the Royal Highness, who had always been respectful to her, reprimanded her for the first time, saying that she hadn't taught her son well.
In any case, Marquis Wenyuan felt that he had lost all face during this time.
Now, this vile spawn's so-called "evidence" was actually fake. He actually had the guts to frame His Royal Highness!
The moment he heard the servant's secret edict, Marquis Wenyuan hated that his body was so strong that he didn't faint on the spot. It was over. No matter how close Marquis Wenyuan's estate was to the crown prince, after this incident, even if this vile spawn came to pay for it with his life, there would be a rift between the two sides.
Shi Qingyi stared at the small cup of wine on the tray. He knew what it was. It was something that could take his life!
He didn't want to die. He couldn't die. He hadn't enjoyed all the glory and wealth yet. Why should he die?
"I want to see His Royal Highness. She likes me so much. She dotes on me so much. Yes! She won't let me die … "
The palace servant coldly stared at him. This eldest son of the Marquis of Wen Yuan's Estate, his mind was not clear. Even if His Highness the Crown Prince had great affection for him, when encountering this kind of situation, he would not have any pity.
Shi Qingyi shouted twice and seemed to have realized something. She suddenly changed her tone: "I want to see His Highness the Eighth Prince, I want to see His Highness the Eighth Prince …"
The palace maid's expression changed. Some words were not for them to hear.
She glanced at the people around her, and the palace servants who came with her instantly understood her meaning.
The two of them restrained Shi Qingyi. The palace servant forced his mouth open and poured the entire cup of wine down his throat.
This was the most potent poison in the palace, which could kill at the sight of blood.
Shi Qingyi's body began to convulse the moment the glass of wine entered her stomach.
The palace servants watched him breathe his last with their own eyes.
The palace servant who delivered the decree looked at Marquis Wenyuan, who turned his head to the side because he couldn't bear to look at the scene. He said faintly, "His Majesty has decreed that the eldest son of Marquis Wenyuan's family has suddenly died. It is not suitable to be buried in the ancestral grave. I'm afraid it will bring disaster to the Wen family. "
Marquis Wenyuan suddenly turned his head. This meant that Qingyi could not enjoy the incense offerings after death and could only be a lonely ghost?
His Majesty actually hated Qingyi to this extent!
Her shoulders slumped, and she seemed to have aged several years in an instant.
"This official understands."
His Highness the Crown Prince was His Majesty's reverse scale. No one could touch him.
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