After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

There was a more complicated look in Xia Hong's eyes when he looked at Xia Cheng.

The son who was kneeling on the ground and had the same blood as him had indeed implicated all the people he wanted to implicate.

But he also involved people whom he didn't want to be involved right now.

Even though Shen Jinmo had informed him of the East Palace's movements in advance, and even though Shen Jinmo had also offered him a solution, Xia Hong didn't want to go that step unless it was absolutely necessary.

The way out for Li Yuan is now in Li Yuan's hands.

Xia Cheng's merits and demerits today can actually be offset, but Xia Cheng's poisoning of Xia Ling cannot be slandered.

It won't be long before all the evidence points to Xia Cheng as the chess piece, and Xia Cheng is doomed to die.

Shen Jinmo tapped his knuckles on the dragon throne again and again, and patted Xia Ling's shoulder again. The silent man was free.

Kneeling on the ground, Xia Ling choked up and said, "Father, I have been assisted by Li Yuan for more than a year. There must be no problem with his character and character."

More than a year passed as Li Yuan had the opportunity to show his talent in the Eastern Palace, and it was three years ago that Li Yuan, as a chess piece, entered the Eastern Palace.

Xia Hong did not immediately realize the inappropriateness of the timing.

He just subconsciously felt that with so many people involved, Xia Ling did not plead for himself or Zhong Luoyue, but instead pleaded for Li Yuan. This was extremely inconsistent with Xia Ling's style.

However, if he pieced together the information Shen Jinmo had told him earlier, Xia Hong would be able to understand why Xia Ling was doing what he was doing now.

Xia Hong felt that he needed to enlighten Xia Ling. Even if he, Xia Hong, gave Xia Ling an opportunity to turn things around, Xia Ling would not be able to do so.

What's more, a person who has no father or mother and was born and trained to be a killing weapon has no weaknesses.

How could a person without weaknesses give up his life for the little pleasure in bed that Xia Ling could give him?

With a firm answer in mind, Xia Hongcai began to make his next move:

"Come here, search the prince's residence, the East Palace and other places related to this case again."

"Xiao Linzi, go and invite the queen over in person."

Xia Hong glanced at Shen Jinmo again, and his voice suddenly softened: "Wang Heng will go to the East Palace in person to bring Li Yuan over."

All Shen Jinmo had to do was to bring the person back, while Xia Hong would arrange other people to search for evidence.

It's not that he doesn't trust her. There are too many things happening today, and Xia Hong doesn't allow himself to put all the core evidence on Shen Jinmo alone.

After all, the word "Liyuan" uttered by Xia Cheng not long ago was an accident.

After Shen Jinmo and others left the Golden Palace, Xia Hong stood up by holding the armrest of the dragon throne.

Walking up the imperial steps into the midst of the courtiers, his magnificent voice echoed in the golden palace:

"You court officials must be wondering now, today's matter can be regarded as a private matter of the emperor, but also a matter of state. Why do I want to personally try this case with you?"

"In my opinion, the affairs of the royal family have never been private affairs, and the succession of the country is a state affair among state affairs."

"Of course I know that today's matter involves not only my royal heirs, but also the entire court of civil and military officials. I asked you all to participate today because I feel that it is the responsibility of each of you to choose the next king for the country."

"Secondly, I also want you to know that you can win the battle for the throne with your own ability, but if brothers kill each other because of the succession to the throne, I will never allow it."

"Thirdly, the people I dealt with today are all closely related to me. I also want you, the ministers, to bear witness for me and confirm whether the way I handled the matter today is in line with the law and morality."

Three hundred and nine kowtows, all the civil and military officials in the court knelt on the ground and said: "Your Majesty is wise, long live the Majesty."

The voice of "Long live the emperor" entered Xia Hong's ears and heart. Xia Hong stretched out his hand and took the three white porcelain bottles from the little eunuch.

He bent down and placed the three porcelain bottles in Xia Cheng's hands: "Xiao Ba, I have one last question for you, did you really not poison me?"

Xia Cheng's hands holding the three porcelain bottles trembled constantly. If nothing unexpected happened, two of the porcelain bottles were from his hands. One contained the poison he drank, and the other contained the flour he put into the plates of Xie Nanxing and Xia Yu respectively.

And the third one must have been the one that was poisoned by the Xia Yu Ice Cup.

No one would believe that Xia Cheng, who had put two doses of poison, did not put the poison into Xia Yu's ice cup.

No matter how many words he said, they would all be quibbling. No one would speak up for Xia Cheng, but Xia Cheng still wanted to fight for himself.

"I was the one who poisoned you that day." He knelt on the ground with an increasingly dejected look, "But I have only poisoned myself."

"Why would you risk giving yourself that deadly poison for no reason?"

Xia Hong stood up with the help of the eunuch and revealed the answer: "It was because he saw Xiao Jiu being rescued, and was worried that he would be implicated because he had evidence of the crime. He had no choice but to take the risk to clear himself of suspicion."

Looking up at his father, Xia Cheng cried, "Father, I have never poisoned Xiao Jiu. It was my brother and the Queen who framed me."

He took out a handkerchief from his arms and wiped away Xia Cheng's tears.

When Xia Cheng's life was about to end, Xia Hong showed some of his fatherly love to Xia Cheng: "Not only did you bring the poison, you also ate it yourself. Son, this is called ironclad evidence!"

"No matter how much I want to protect you, I cannot violate the family rules of our ancestors or the laws of Daxia."

Standing with his back to the emperor, Xia Hong raised his hand and waved it. The imperial guards who had been waiting on the side dragged Xia Cheng out of the Golden Throne Hall.

Xia Cheng suddenly broke free from the imperial guards and slammed headfirst into the dragon-shaped pillar in the Golden Throne Hall.

Blood gushed out continuously. Xia Cheng looked at Xia Hong with his eager eyes and said over and over again:

"It's not my son's, it's not my son's."

I would rather die than go to hell with such a crime.

Xia Cheng was not a very useful person, but he did not want to go to hell and bear the crime that did not belong to him.

Turning around and sitting on the dragon throne, Xia Hong looked down at the blood that kept flowing from Xia Cheng's forehead, with an extremely calm expression between his brows.

Xia Hong could have saved Xia Cheng, but Xia Hong did not summon the imperial physician.

Xia Hong looked at Wu Cixiu, who had once intended to risk his life to advise him, until the eyes of the king and the minister met, Xia Hong withdrew his gaze.