The Ming Dynasty: The most ruthless imperial grandson, Old Zhu begged me not to kill him.

Chapter 787 is definitely not an accident.
“Mu Wan’er is skilled in medicine; perhaps she can find some clues from the late emperor’s remains,” Nangong Xue said.

Zhu Xiong Ying was silent for a moment, then said, "Alright, I grant your permission. Immediately send someone to bring Mu Wan'er into the palace."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Nangong Xue kowtowed in gratitude.

Zhu Xiong Ying watched Nangong Xue's departing figure, her heart filled with doubt and unease.

Was there really another hidden reason behind the late emperor's death?

If it's true, then who is the murderer?

What is his purpose?
All of this seemed like a huge mystery, shrouding Zhu Xiong Ying's mind.

He had a vague feeling that he was walking step by step into a huge vortex, and at the center of this vortex lay a shocking secret.

Just then, Liu Ruyan walked in. "Your Majesty, Miss Dongfang requests an audience."

Dongfang Yu'er? What's she doing here?
Zhu Xiong Ying was puzzled, but she still let her in.

Dongfang Yu'er walked gracefully over and bowed to Zhu Xiong Ying, saying, "Your Majesty, I pay my respects."

"Get up," Zhu Xiong Ying said.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Dongfang Yu'er stood up, her charming eyes gazing tenderly at Zhu Xiong Ying. "Your Majesty, I have a request."

"What is it?" Zhu Xiong Ying asked.

"Your Majesty, I would like to request that you accompany me to a certain place," said Dongfang Yu'er.

"Where?" Zhu Xiong Ying asked.

Dongfang Yu'er smiled mysteriously, "You'll know when His Majesty goes down there."

Zhu Xiong Ying looked at Dongfang Yu'er's mysterious smile and became even more curious.

He decided to accompany her to see what she was up to.

“Alright, I will go with you,” Zhu Xiong Ying said.

Dongfang Yu'er smiled sweetly, like a hundred flowers blooming, refreshing and delightful. "Your Majesty, please come with me."

She led Zhu Xiong Ying to a secluded pavilion in the back garden of the palace.

The pavilion is surrounded by all kinds of exotic flowers and plants, their fragrance filling the air and making one feel intoxicated.

Dongfang Yu'er walked to the center of the pavilion and gently clapped her hands.

Then, a group of women dressed in light gauze slowly walked out from around the pavilion. Each of them had a beautiful face and a graceful figure, like fairies descending to earth.

Holding various musical instruments, they began to play beautiful melodies.

The music was melodious, flowing gently like water, making people feel relaxed and happy.

Dongfang Yu'er walked up to Zhu Xiong Ying, extended her slender hand, gently took Zhu Xiong Ying's hand, and said, "Your Majesty, please."

She danced gracefully with Zhu Xiong Ying in tow.

Dongfang Yu'er's dance was graceful and light as a swallow, like a butterfly fluttering among the flowers.

Zhu Xiong Ying looked at Dongfang Yu'er dancing before him and couldn't help but feel a little intoxicated.

He suddenly felt that Dongfang Yu'er in front of him seemed a little different.

Her eyes and her smile were full of charm and allure, making her irresistible to him.

Zhu Xiong Ying couldn't help but wrap his arms around Dongfang Yu'er's slender waist and hold her tightly in his arms.

Dongfang Yu'er also nestled into Zhu Xiong Ying's arms, and the two embraced tightly, like a couple deeply in love.

The music gradually stopped, and the women around them quietly withdrew.

Only Zhu Xiong Ying and Dongfang Yu Er remained in the pavilion.

The two embraced tightly, each feeling the other's body heat. Zhu Xiong Ying looked down at Dongfang Yu'er in his arms, noticing her flushed cheeks and hazy eyes, looking as if she were ready to be taken.

He couldn't resist any longer and lowered his head to kiss her.

……

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps broke the tranquility of the pavilion.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! Something terrible has happened!" Zhang Sanfeng rushed in in a panic.

Zhu Xiong Ying and Dongfang Yu Er quickly separated and straightened their clothes.

"Master Zhang, what's the matter that you're in such a panic?" Zhu Xiong Ying asked.

"Your Majesty, Mu Wan'er... Mu Wan'er... she's dead!" Zhang Sanfeng said breathlessly.

"What?!" Zhu Xiong Ying exclaimed in shock. "How could she be dead? How did she die?"

Zhang Sanfeng shook his head. "I don't know. When I arrived, she was already... already dead."

A sense of foreboding immediately rose in Zhu Xiong Ying's heart.

Mu Wan'er's death was definitely not an accident!

Could she have been murdered?
who is it?

Who killed her?

What is his purpose?
All of this seemed like a huge mystery, shrouding Zhu Xiong Ying's mind.

He sensed that a massive conspiracy was slowly unfolding, and he was gradually moving towards the center of this conspiracy.

He must find out the truth as soon as possible, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable!
Zhu Xiong Ying was struck dumb. Mu Wan'er's voice and smile flashed through his mind, and an indescribable grief welled up in his heart. He shoved Dongfang Yu'er away and roared, "Get out! All of you, get out of here!"

Dongfang Yu'er was startled by this sudden turn of events. She had never seen Zhu Xiong Ying so furious before, and for a moment she was at a loss, standing there dumbfounded.

"I told you to get out, didn't you hear me?" Zhu Xiong Ying's eyes were bloodshot, like a wounded beast, exuding a terrifying aura.

Dongfang Yu'er dared not linger any longer and hurriedly led the group of dancers away in a panic, leaving only Zhu Xiong Ying and Zhang San Feng in the pavilion.

"Master Zhang, take me to see Wan'er." Zhu Xiong Ying's voice was low and hoarse, as if it came from the depths of hell.

Zhang Sanfeng dared not delay and quickly led Zhu Xiong Ying to Mu Wan'er's palace.

Throughout the journey, Zhu Xiong Ying remained silent, his face terribly grim. His heart was filled with doubt and anger. Who on earth dared to murder his concubine right under his nose?
A faint smell of blood permeated Mu Wan'er's palace. Her body lay quietly on the bed, her face pale, her eyes closed, as if she were merely asleep.

Zhu Xiong Ying walked to the bedside, her hand trembling as she reached out and gently stroked Mu Wan'er's cold cheek, tears silently streaming down her face.

"Wan'er, wake up, wake up!" Zhu Xiong Ying said, her voice filled with grief and despair.

"Your Majesty, please accept my condolences and take heed of this difficult time," Zhang Sanfeng said, offering words of comfort.

Zhu Xiong Ying slowly withdrew his hand, stood up, his eyes filled with icy killing intent.

"Master Zhang, I demand a thorough investigation into this matter. Whoever the murderer is, I will tear him to pieces!"

“Your Majesty, I also find this matter strange. Miss Mu Wan’er has always been in good health, so how could she suddenly die? I have examined her body and found that she did not die from disease, but from poisoning.”

"Poisoning?" Zhu Xiong Ying frowned. "What kind of poison?"

"It is an extremely rare poison called 'Seven Deadly Powder,' which is colorless and odorless. Those poisoned will die within seven days, bleeding from all seven orifices."

"Seven Deadly Powder?" Zhu Xiong Ying muttered to himself, he had never heard of such a poison.

"Your Majesty, this poison is extremely rare; it can only be prepared in a few places. I have my doubts..."

"What do you suspect?"

"I suspect that this matter may be related to the forces of the martial arts world."

(End of this chapter)