After reading my mind, Daddy, why don't you smile?

Zhao Ying said earnestly, "Wan'er, if you want to ask Master Heng to go, you must first ask Master Heng's wishes!"

Shangguan Qingwan felt disappointed when she heard this, and then looked at Heng Lin eagerly.

Henglin really didn't want to agree.

He just wanted to find a place to retire.

But the situation is beyond our control...

While Heng Lin was hesitating, Zhao Ying had already seen through the situation. A stern look flashed across her delicate eyes. She said calmly, "If Master Heng doesn't want to, then I can only let Fuchun arrange a place for you!"

"I promise!"

Shangguan Qingwan pursed her lips and smiled.

"In that case, Master Heng, please stay and be the teacher of my daughter!"

"I don't agree!" a crisp voice sounded.

When everyone heard the voice, they looked over. Heng Lin's eyes froze and he began to regret why he did not immediately agree to Shangguan Qingwan. Being Shangguan Qingwan's teacher is better than being a nanny to this little thing!

Zhao Ying smiled, looked at the little girl in front of her with her hands on her hips and her belly sticking out, and asked, "Why doesn't Yue'er agree?"

Shangguan Qingyue said proudly: "He is my nanny. If you want to ask for it, you have to ask me first!"

Shangguan Qingwan picked up the little guy and said softly, "Then sister will ask, will Xiao Yue give it to you?"

"Here." Shangguan Qingyue put his arms around Shangguan Qingwan's neck and said sweetly.

Zhao Ying smiled at her little kid's preference for participating when adults were talking.

Seeing that Heng Lin was going to such a good place, Hua Shang looked at Zhao Ying with anticipation. At the same time, a sour feeling arose in his heart. Why were some people born to be masters, or masters that were out of his reach, while he could only be a servant.

Zhao Ying gave Heng Luan to Shangguan Qiyou, and Hua Shang naturally followed Heng Luan, so he also became Shangguan Qiyou's servant.

After arranging the people, Zhao Ying went to the Yangxin Palace and asked Emperor Jianxi about the results of the interrogation of the assassins. When he learned that they had targeted Shangguan Shu, Zhao Ying pondered for a moment and shook his head, "Father, it's definitely not him."

Although when he gets crazy he seems like someone who could do such a thing.

Emperor Jianxi put down the memorial and said, "I think so too."

"But this slander does prove one thing: the person who assassinated you is very well hidden. Cheng Qian, have you offended anyone recently?"

Zhao Ying shook his head, "I don't have any!"

"Then let Prince Shou continue the trial!"

After coming out of the Yangxin Palace, Zhao Ying was still wondering who wanted to kill her.

She was just a princess, and she didn't affect anyone's interests at all. If there was a conflict, could it be the virtuous king? The virtuous king and his wife had confined her to their homes, but that was all. Was it necessary to kill her?

Even if it succeeds, nothing good will come of it. If it fails and is discovered, it will still be a disaster!

Could it be the Queen Mother?

The Queen Mother had never liked her, but did she hate her to the point of wanting her dead?

It must not be.

Just as he was thinking about it, Prince Shou came towards him.

"Uncle Emperor..."

"Cheng Qian..."

The two exchanged pleasantries, and Prince Shou told her that after they left last night, the Black Mountain Village was completely massacred, without leaving a single survivor.

Zhao Ying's heart suddenly sank to the bottom.

Prince Shou continued, "There are still two people left alive, named Da Bing and Ah Niu. I have interrogated them and found that it has nothing to do with them. If you want to ask something else, I can hand them over to you."

"Then I'll trouble you, uncle."

"It's okay..."

Zhao Ying returned to Guangming Hall and went to the bedroom to check on Shangguan Shu, who was still unconscious.

The imperial physician said that the dangerous period had passed and all that remained was to wait for him to wake up.

Zhao Ying sat down, took a sip of cold tea, and suppressed his anger a little.

The bright moon was hanging high outside the hall, and the candlelight inside the hall was flickering, reflecting on Zhao Ying's face, which was dark and cold.

brute!

No matter who it is, how can they treat the lives of hundreds of innocent people as a joke?

He almost killed Shangguan Shu!

Zhao Ying looked at the unconscious Shangguan Shu and became angrier and angrier. Until the next day when he met Aniu and Dabing, the two strong men were crying heartbreakingly, and Zhao Ying's anger reached its peak.

She assured them in a deep voice that the culprit behind the scenes would pay with blood.

Zhao Ying summoned Wei Fu. Seeing the wound on Wei Fu's arm, she thanked him repeatedly. After thanking him, she asked Wei Fu if he had any doubts.

Wei Fu shook his head, but asked, "Do you really think Shangguan Shu didn't direct and act this all by himself?"

Zhao Ying looked at Wei Fu seriously and shook his head.

Wei Fu laughed at himself when he saw this, a hint of obscurity flashed across his eyes, and then he whispered, "Actually, I don't believe it either."

"But these thirteen people insisted that Shangguan Shu was the one who did it. It shows that they had arranged their confessions in advance and knew everything about you and him."

Zhao Ying nodded, "That's right."

"Instead of guessing here, why not go to the Ministry of Justice Prison and hear it for yourself?"

Wei Fu proposed it, and Zhao Ying also had the same idea, so he immediately agreed.

Then he set off with a team of guards.

However, the carriage was stopped halfway.

The man claimed to be Shangguan Shu's secret guard, Liao Mu.

Zhao Ying knew this man. He was a big man and a secret guard. I wonder if the roof of the Zhenguo Mansion can withstand him...

After Liao Mu learned that Shangguan Shu was murdered, he and a group of secret guards blamed themselves and then found Zhao Ying. He offered to be Zhao Ying's bodyguard to help her find the culprit and avenge Shangguan Shu.

Zhao Ying thought about it and agreed.

Liao Mu caught up with the carriage and gave Wei Fu a secret look.

Of course he wanted to avenge his master, and also keep an eye on his master's love rival!

The Penal Department Prison.

Zhao Ying was familiar with the place. She reminded Wei Fu that there was an uneven stone slab inside. Wei Fu looked at her suspiciously and asked how she knew that. Zhao Ying thought for a moment and said ambiguously, "You'll know when you play a few dice games with Qi You some other day."

Wei Fu: ? ?

He knew that Yingmei loved to play, but had she played to the point of playing in the Ministry of Justice?

awesome!

Wei Fu ordered the prisoners to be brought up alive. The jailers quickly dragged the prisoners over. After one day and two nights, the thirteen prisoners had been beaten beyond recognition. A strong stench emanated from their bodies. Zhao Ying blocked her nose and said, "Show me their faces."

She looked to see if she knew anyone.

The jailer lifted the prisoners' heads and parted their hair. In the dim candlelight, Zhao Ying looked at the faces of the thirteen people one by one.

No.

Zhao Ying expected this and was about to ask if they were still alive when Liao Mu spoke from behind him.

"Wait a minute……"

Liao Mu walked towards the prisoners and picked up the copper lock that was exposed on the neck of a prisoner. He stared at the copper lock for a long time, as if he was recalling something.

Zhao Ying looked at him in confusion.

After a while, Liao Mu seemed to finally remember something. He pulled out the copper lock and presented it to Zhao Ying, "Your Highness, I remember it now. This copper lock!"

Zhao Ying's heart tightened, and he asked hurriedly, "Who is it?"

"That day, my servant and I were hiding in Yumang Mountain to protect the master. Suddenly, five assassins wanted to ambush the master. They sent one out, and the remaining four were killed by my servant and my brothers. The four of them had a copper lock like this around their necks," he said, looking at the unconscious prisoner, "Could this man be the one who was released that day..."