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

Chunyu looked at the helpless tears in Zhong Luoyue's eyes, thought about the relatives at home who had been taken care of by Zhong Luoyue for many years, and lowered her head silently.

This is the Great Xia Dynasty.

If the king wants the minister to die, the minister has to die.

Even the royal nobles like Xia Cheng are no exception, let alone Chun Yu who is just a slave?

Seeing that there was no one crying out for justice in the palace anymore, Xun Xiang continued, "The two handwritings found today from the Eighth Prince were written by the same person as the one from Fengyi Palace, and by the same person as the evidence found in the East Palace."

"Based on the evidence that has been supplemented, Chunyu was responsible for framing the Ninth Prince for falling off his horse, while Liyuan was responsible for framing the Ninth Prince for poisoning."

As Xun Xiang finished speaking, he placed the choice in front of the two main people.

Whether to let the personal servant take the blame for them or to involve themselves in it all depends on their decision.

Zhong Luoyue twisted her hand slightly, as if she was trying to save herself by cutting off her arm: "How dare you, Chunyu, do such a thing behind my back?"

Chunyu kowtowed several times in the direction of Zhong Luoyue, and the blood oozing from his forehead flowed down his cheeks.

She looked up and met Zhong Luoyue's eyes. The only desire in her eyes was that Zhong Luoyue would treat her family well.

Closed eyes are a promise to the spring rain.

The head was suddenly moved away, which showed the unwillingness in the heart.

Zhong Luoyue didn't want to take any more looks at this servant who had served her wholeheartedly for most of his life, dying in such a miserable way.

"I am ashamed of your Majesty's trust. I did this heinous act because I couldn't stand the disrespect that the Ninth Prince's biological mother showed to you in the Imperial Hospital. Now I have brought disaster to your Majesty's reputation. I am willing to die to atone for my sin."

Blood flowed on the jade and dyed Xia Ling's boots red.

The smile on Xia Ling's lips turned pale. He knelt down in a pool of blood and turned his head to look at Li Yuan again.

Just when everyone thought that Xia Ling would plead for Zhong Luoyue, he once again spoke up for Li Yuan.

"Father, I am willing to guarantee with my life that Li Qing would never do such a thing. I beg you to understand clearly."

Even if Xia Ling died, he had to protect his officials in the Eastern Palace.

But Xia Ling, who took advantage of the fact that Xia Hong had forced his own son to death not long ago and revealed his intention to protect his subjects, was also trying to win over the hearts of court officials by slapping Xia Hong in the face.

When Xia Hong raised his hand slightly, Xun Xiang showed a blueprint to everyone: "This blueprint of the dragon robe was found in the Crown Prince's bedroom. What does His Royal Highness want to do?"

Xia Ling looked at the blueprint and his head suddenly buzzed.

He looked frightened, but in fact he was excited: "I didn't know that this picture was definitely not drawn by me. I beg Your Majesty to investigate."

The crime of treason was about to be placed on Xia Ling's head by his king and father, which suddenly reminded the people in the hall of Xia Che who left the capital half a year ago on the charge of treason.

Xia Ling just wanted all the civil and military officials in the court to remember how Xia Che was expelled from the capital.

Whether Xia Che was innocent or not, and whether Xia Ling could gain the sympathy of the civil and military officials in the court, all depended on Li Yuan.

The real solution to today's plan lies in Li Yuan's head.

Li Yuan looked at Xia Ling with eyes filled with a myriad of emotions.

Sad, affectionate, helpless, worried.

Without his company, without his protection, how could his extremely pure prince survive in this treacherous situation?

Without kowtowing or crawling on the ground, Li Yuan knelt in the hall with his back straight.

He took out the token that proved his identity as a dark guard from his sleeve and held it tightly in his hand.

"Your Majesty, this dragon robe was drawn by me, and the dragon robe I drew was used to frame Prince Xiaoyao. If Your Majesty doesn't believe it, you can check whether the dragon robe found in Prince Xiaoyao's mansion is consistent with the drawing."

In order to avoid any hidden dangers, the dragon robe that came out of Xiaoyao Palace had already been destroyed.

It was because Li Yuan knew the whole story that he dared to say such words at this time.

As these words were spoken, a huge wave of controversy was instantly stirred up.

But Li Yuan did not stop talking, because he did not know how much more he could say: "When the Ninth Prince was framed, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was not in the capital. It was all because of me that I took advantage of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's trust in me and acted recklessly."

Xia Hong pursed his lips, tightly grasped the dragon's head with one hand, and silently released all his intimidation.

All the civil and military officials in the hall were kneeling on the ground, and the only sound in the hall was the numb kowtow of Chunyu.

The civil and military officials in this hall were afraid of Xia Hong because they feared that Xia Hong would kill them, and they also feared that after killing them, Xia Hong would exterminate their entire nine clans.

But Li Yuan was a clean man and was not afraid of anything.

He wanted to make one last effort for his highness before he died.

"I am just a powerless official of the Eastern Palace. Why would I repeatedly plot to murder the royal heirs without the Crown Prince's permission?"

"Hahaha." A crazy laugh echoed in the golden palace: "Because, I was born just to be a tool to monitor others."

"Because, I come from the Dark Guard Division."

"Because, I am the emperor..."

Just as he was saying this, a piercing pain came from Li Yuan's back.

The token in his hand, which symbolized his identity as the Dark Guard, fell to the ground and rolled among the court officials.

With a little panic, Li Yuan turned around.

His eyes were filled with tears and disbelief.

Because the person standing behind Li Yuan at this moment, holding the blood-stained weapon, is Xia Ling.

It was His Highness that Li Yuan wanted to pave the way for at the cost of his life.

He looked down at the golden hairpin that Xia Ling was holding tightly in his hand and had pulled out from his back.

The tears in my eyes overflowed from my eyes.

This golden hairpin was the first gift he made and polished himself and gave to Xia Ling.

After he gave her this golden hairpin, Xia Ling never used any other hairpin to tie her hair.

The warmth of the past emerged before his eyes, and Li Yuan was still trying to find excuses for Xia Ling.

"Your Highness, are you too scared?"

Li Yuan's voice was very soft and small. Among all the court officials in the hall, only Xia Ling and Shen Jinmo could hear it.

This question not only failed to arouse Xia Ling's affection, but made Xia Ling move closer to Li Yuan.

The golden hairpin in his hand stabbed Li Yuan's heart again and again.

The heartless lips pressed against Li Yuan's ear and spoke words filled with hatred: "Sui Er, I hate you."

"Sui Er, you are a stain on my life."

"Sui Er, every day and night I spend with you, I want to tear you into pieces."

How could Xia Ling not want to kill a secret guard who held Xia Ling under his body and possessed him at will, and a spy who turned him from the respected Crown Prince of the Eastern Palace into a mediocre person?