After sniffing and inspecting it carefully, Ning Shu confirmed that the plum blossom was embroidered with threads dyed with blood.
"A blood-stained plum blossom, what does Old Consort Yu want to tell us through it..." Putting down the nightgown in her hands, Ning Shu fell into deep thought.
Every scene related to Old Consort Yu flashed through her mind like a book. She suddenly said, "I remember, when I examined Old Consort Yu's body, I found a wound on her right index finger. It seemed like she bit it herself. Could it be related to this? But what does this drop of blood have to do with the kiss of the plum blossom? Or is there something else mixed in this drop of blood that I can't identify? If only Hui Mo was here, he might be able to find a way to test it. "
Ning Shu missed Hui Mo's use very much.
Seeming a little tired, Xiahou Qing leaned against the cushion and said casually, "The Ministry of Justice has sent a message that the palace has stopped the punishment of twenty strokes of the cane a day. I believe that 'you' will be released soon."
"That's great, we're finally going to pass this trial." Hearing this, Ning Shu let out a long sigh of relief. She thought to herself: Hui Mo suffered for me this time. When he comes back, I must make it up to him twice as much.
In the Ministry of Justice's prison.
Hui Mo, who had gained two catties of weight in prison, took advantage of the fact that no one was around to sit with his legs crossed and enjoy the delicacies that Tan Siwei had someone bring in. Suddenly, he sneezed loudly. He rubbed his nose and muttered in surprise, "Who's thinking of me? Is it Shizi Ye? Lady Ning? Or Little Forsythia? Hehehe, I'm really charming. " Then he continued to flip through the novel that he had tricked from Tan Siwei and read with great interest.
The carriage continued to move leisurely along the Chaobai River.
Thinking that it wouldn't be too late to examine it after Hui Mo came out, Ning Shu temporarily put away the blood-soaked nightgown and said, "Other than this nightgown, I also heard from Princess Changping that the night before the Xuanqing Monastery incident, Old Princess Consort Yu specially went to her palace to accompany her for a night and even sang her a nursery rhyme when she was young."
Hearing this sensitive time, Xiahou Qing's expression changed slightly. "Which song?"
"The Swallow Pecks at the Imperial Grandson. It's a well-known poem by the common people of the Han Dynasty. Zhao Feiyan and her younger sister Zhao Hede persecuted the princes, causing Emperor Cheng of Han to have no descendants."
Xiahou Qing slowly rubbed the pale finger bone in his palm and let out a meaningful chuckle. "This song is interesting."
Ning Shu nodded silently. "That's right. The common people only know about the legends. They think that Emperor Cheng of Han had no descendants because Zhao Feiyan and her sister were cruel and merciless and killed all his children. But I heard another saying in many ancient books: The reason why Emperor Cheng of Han had no descendants was actually because the Liu family's bloodline was flawed. The successive emperors married their relatives. For example, Emperor Jing of Han married his cousin Lady Bo, Emperor Wu of Han married his cousin Ah Jiao … causing many of his descendants to be crazy. In the end, Emperor Zhao of Han had no descendants, Emperor Xuan of Han had five, and Emperor Yuan of Han had three. After that, Emperor Cheng, Emperor Ai, and Emperor Ping of Han all had no descendants. The story of the Swallow Pecks at the Imperial Grandson was just a fabricated story for the harem. Old Princess Consort Yu purposely sang this nursery rhyme. Could it be that this story is referring to the current dynasty? "
Xiahou Qing bent his knuckles and lightly knocked on the small table twice. "There are a total of two cases in the current dynasty that are related to the imperial family and have affected the entire political situation of the imperial court."
Ning Shu reacted quickly and immediately continued, "In the fourth year of Heaven's Selection, the eldest son and second son of the emperor fought for the throne. And — twenty-five years ago, Empress Zhou went crazy and killed the previous crown prince. Her blood dyed the Phoenix Algae Palace and she set fire to Phoenix Terrace. "
When the last word came out of her mouth, Ning Shu's entire body started to tremble uncontrollably.
In the two cases, no matter which one Old Princess Consort Yu was referring to, it meant that the secret and truth they were investigating would be swept into an even bigger and unexplainable flood. Who could guarantee that they would be able to escape unscathed after being swept into this huge wave? Ning Shu revealed a pale smile. The answer was, no one could.
She reached out to take a sip of tea to calm herself down. However, the more she tried to do so, the more flustered she became. She accidentally knocked over the teacup and spilled it on his clothes.
"Your Highness, I'm sorry! I — — "Ning Shu hurriedly pulled out a handkerchief and hurriedly helped him wipe it off.
A jade-colored hand slowly reached over and gently patted the back of her flustered hand. The owner of that hand lowered his voice and said in a seemingly calm voice, "Don't worry, the sky won't fall before I die. Even if I die and the sky falls, it won't hurt you. I'm here. "
Ning Shu was stunned.
In the carriage, she bent over him, her hand still on his lapel, and he sat upright on the couch, looking up at her.
Her skin was as white as snow and his hair was as black as ink.
Everything seemed to have returned to two months ago, to the early morning when they had made an alliance with each other. The only difference was that their positions had been switched.
The carriage continued to move forward along the wide road beside Chaobai River. They inadvertently passed by a small alley where seven or eight children were happily singing nursery rhymes they had learned from their elders.
"Yanyan, Wei Shigu, Zhang gongzi, time to meet.
Wooden door cang langgen, swallow flies, pecks the imperial grandson.
Imperial grandson dies, swallow pecks the arrow. "
After they finished singing, the children clapped their hands happily and then chased each other into the depths of the alley, leaving behind a string of bell-like laughter.
Inside the carriage, Ning Shu's eyes curved into a smile, her eyes as bright as the moon.
"Alright, I'm not afraid."
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