How about death?

"Prediction?" Ling Zihan smiled playfully and traced circles along the lid of the cup with her fingers.

"Yes, Mrs. Guo seems to have already known that she can travel to immortality. Over the years, I have been confused, but I dare not tell outsiders, so I bury these things in my heart until you come back..." sighed

, the frightened Aunt Dong, but

He also showed a touch of sad thoughts, "Actually, Mrs. Guo is a very good person, kind and straightforward. She is a rare good woman and is deeply loved by the Prime Minister. However, Mrs. Guo seems to have never smiled in the house, as if

He hides a lot of worries."

"Well, how do you know that my mother didn't die from hemorrhagic collapse?" It seems that she didn't pay attention to the judgment based on just one sentence. Ling Zihan turned to look at Aunt Dong, her charming eyes almost penetrated her

The eyes slowly extended to the bottom of her eyes, looking through her.

"Because...because...I saw it."

Ling Zihan's eyes were startled, and her pupils expanded unconsciously.

"What did you see!"

Aunt Dong seemed to be very afraid of that meeting. She was trembling unconsciously, but she straightened her back and sat on the stool. She should have been looking at Ling Zi who was eager to know the facts, but at the moment she looked calm and weak.

Han swallowed dryly and said: "I saw someone, and quietly moved the lady away..."

At that time, Aunt Dong's status in the palace was not high and she was extremely marginalized. After the death of Chu Mingzhu, who was kind and friendly to others, once the mourning period passed, those women who had been crying as if they were mourning their heirs a few days ago seemed to have forgotten

It’s the same as Mrs. Chu Mingzhu.

The master requested that the nailed-on casket be sent to the neighboring ancestral temple to wait for an auspicious day before being buried. They also called the names, and it must be the wives and concubines of the mansion who sent them off. But everyone thought it was unlucky to send the coffin, so in the end it fell to

On Aunt Dong who has no support from her natal family.

Aunt Dong went there and arrived at the ancestral temple safely. She sent a message to Chu Mingzhu at the ancestral temple and prayed. But one night, she was eating vegetarian food and had gastrointestinal discomfort.

I went to the Buddhist hall where the coffins were kept, but as soon as I got to the door, I heard some noise. I knew something was wrong, so I quickly started to make more noises. Then...

"At that time, I was really scared to death. I clearly saw two people carrying out Mrs. Guo's body, but I didn't dare to step forward to stop it. I... I'm sorry for Mrs. Guo, I'm sorry for the princess and Master Qingbo!

"

Ignoring Aunt Dong's cry, Ling Zihan's eyes searched her face, then turned to the cup, tracing the lines of the cup with her fingertips, and said lightly: "Who do you see? He has divine features.

?”

Aunt Dong was stunned for a moment and shook her head: "It was too dark at that time and I couldn't see clearly. However, the man seemed to be good at Kung Fu, probably Qing Kung Fu. After he left the door, he just... disappeared

Yes! But..."

"What?"

"However, they all have one thing in common. Although they can't see clearly, they all seem to have a series of interlocking rings hanging on their waists. They are pink and are particularly eye-catching at night."

Ring? Pink?

Ling Zihan quickly drew something in her mind. She quickly took a pen and paper, drew an ornament similar to her description, handed it to her and said, "Auntie, look at it, is this it?"

After taking it, Aunt Dong looked at it carefully, nodded, then shook her head and said: "It's been too long, so I'm not sure. But the appearance is really similar!"

Hearing this, Ling Zihan's pupils expanded outward again.

Her hand trembled unconsciously, and she pinched the piece of paper in her hand, a little stunned.

Furong Jiuhuan Jue, she painted the Furong Jiuhuan Jue owned by someone who secretly served Emperor Chen.

This kind of thing is extremely rare, and the workmanship is exquisite. Most people will never own it, but...

How could this matter lead to another lawsuit with Emperor Chen?

Suddenly I remembered Ye Hesu's words. She said that there was no one in the tomb.

So, why did the late empress, the virtuous princess, and the lady of the country—the three women who were envied by women all over the world at that time, "die", and why did they "die", leaving only empty coffins?

The fog enveloped the facts that we thought were close.

She knew that once things got involved with Emperor Chen, it would definitely not be a simple matter. But what was hidden here? Emperor Chen, who kept saying he was an old friend and lover, could he be so cruel? What about the Queen Mother, she,

What else do you know...
Chapter completed!