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At this time, Zi'er shouted, "There is no clean water, only the toilet water that has not been taken away in time!"

The abbot was so anxious that cold sweat broke out on his bald head. At this life-saving moment, he didn't care what kind of water it was. As long as it could put out the fire, it was good water.

He urged anxiously: "Pour, pour quickly!"

"Splash!" Princess Xinya had toilet water poured all over her head and face. She didn't faint from the pain, but from the smell.

At this moment, there was only one thought in her mind, that is, when she woke up, she would find out who poured toilet water on her, and she would drown that person in the toilet.

Princess Xinya's burns were so severe that her flesh and blood were soaked with toilet water, and ordinary doctors were unable to treat her.

The abbot did not dare to hide it and immediately ordered someone to report it to King Zhongyong.

Not only did King Zhongyong come, but even Zhan Yan, who got the news, arrived in time.

After he was sure that Lin Yiwan was fine, his expression softened considerably.

King Zhongyong's face turned grim. He had never expected that his daughter, who was so bright and beautiful when she went out in the morning, would now turn into an ugly thing covered in stench and black dust, neither human nor ghost.

Princess Zhongyong couldn't bear the blow and burst into tears: "My poor daughter, how could you be harmed like this?"

This sentence reminded King Zhongyong, and his sharp eyes suddenly fell on the abbot: "How could my daughter be burned by kerosene? If the abbot doesn't explain it clearly today, this king will never let it go!"

Although the abbot was afraid of King Zhongyong, he was also the Grand Master appointed by Emperor Sheng'an himself.

He spoke calmly, "Your Highness, the princess burned herself. All the ladies present can testify to this!"

King Zhongyong looked around, and all the noble ladies nodded hurriedly: "Yes, she did pour kerosene on herself, and she almost burned the Sutra Library!"

The eyes of the loyal and brave king were almost spitting fire. He didn't believe that Princess Xinya would be so stupid. She must have been plotted against.

He said quickly, "How could there be so much kerosene in the Imperial Temple? Someone must have deliberately wanted to harm her. Lord Zhan, didn't the Emperor send someone to investigate this matter? Then you should investigate immediately and give my daughter justice!"

Zhan Yan said calmly, "Okay, Your Highness, don't worry. I will definitely find out the whole story and give you an explanation!"

He asked Yinghun to go down and interrogate him, and soon he brought up a bald monk.

The abbot's pupils contracted sharply: "Mingzhi?"

Monk Mingzhi knelt on the ground and said, "Brother, I helped Her Highness the Princess carry these kerosene bottles into the temple. She said she wanted to do something important!"

King Zhongyong's expression suddenly changed: "Nonsense! Do you believe that I will chop off your head right now?"

Master Mingzhi argued, "Your Highness, I'm not talking nonsense. The other day, Her Highness the Princess sent someone to tell me that the Imperial Astronomical Observatory predicted continuous rain next month, making it unsuitable for drying scriptures. She suggested we move the day for drying the scriptures to today!"

Everyone present had strange looks on their faces. No wonder the Sutra-drying Day was brought forward. It turned out that Princess Xinya had ulterior motives.

Considering that she tried to set fire when the Marquis went to the Sutra Library to copy the Peace Sutra, this plot must have been aimed at Lin Yiwan.

King Zhongyong naturally guessed it. He clenched his fists, his eyes full of complexity.

How could his stupid daughter be so stupid?

Instead of plotting against others, you ended up hurting yourself!

At this time, Princess Xinya had slowly regained consciousness. She cried and murmured, "Father, Mother, my body hurts so much, please save me!"

King Zhongyong hurried over, but the smell was really unpleasant.

He tried hard to hold his breath, but ended up retching.

Princess Xinya was even more hurt. She almost burst into tears: "Father, you despise me!"

King Zhongyong quickly shook his head: "No, how could father dislike you? Tell me quickly, who ordered you to bring kerosene into the imperial temple and set yourself on fire?"

At this point, he can only protect his daughter to the greatest extent possible.

Even though everyone knew that it was Lin Yiwan she wanted to burn alive, they could never say it out loud.

Princess Xinya's body was burned, but her mind was not confused. She knew what to say at this time that would be most beneficial to her.

She spoke sadly, "Reporting to my father, it was Zhan Yu. He hated Marquis Zhan Yi for breaking his legs, and he hated Lin Yiwan even more for driving him out of the Marquis's mansion. So he encouraged his daughter to help him get revenge, and even bought this kerosene for her!"

"My daughter was a little scared, so she replaced the kerosene with water, just wanting to scare Lin Yiwan. Who would have thought there was still a bottle of kerosene? When she was trying to prove herself, something unexpected happened!"

The Zhongyong King's teeth itched with hatred. He turned and glared at Zhan Yan angrily: "It was your son who killed my daughter. How are you going to give us in the Zhongyong King's Mansion an explanation?"

Zhan Yan said coldly, "Zhan Yu caused trouble, shouldn't the prince go to him to settle the score? He has been removed from the family tree and is no longer a son of the Marquisate. If the prince doesn't know where he lives now, I can tell you that he lives in Wutong Alley with his parents!"

With just a few words, he cleared himself of all responsibilities.

He didn't care how ugly King Zhongyong's expression was. Instead, he looked at the abbot and said, "There's no need to investigate this matter any further. Her Highness has already learned her lesson, and the Imperial Temple has not suffered any damage. Let's let bygones be bygones!"

The abbot quickly bowed and said, "Yes, Mingzhi is a member of the temple. I will see to his disposal. Your Majesty and the Emperor, please rest assured!"

Zhan Yan nodded, turned around, took Lin Yiwan's wrist and walked away quickly.

Looking at the backs of the two people walking together, King Zhongyong gritted his teeth in hatred.

Zhan Yan, Lin Yiwan, you all deserve to die!

He clenched his fists tightly, quickly ordered people to carry away the seriously burned Princess Xinya, and ordered people to go to Wutong Alley to capture Zhan Yu.

Madam Zhan, who was waiting for news at the Marquis' Mansion, was extremely anxious. She kept tapping her cane and urging, "Mrs. Qin, hurry to the door and check again to see if anyone from Wutong Alley has sent any news."

As soon as Mrs. Qin walked out, she saw her retreating with a pale face.

Madam Zhan said impatiently: "Why do you look so wicked?"

Mrs. Qin replied in panic, "Madam, it's the Marquis! The Marquis is back!"

Zhan Yan walked in quickly from outside. He asked in a serious tone, "I wonder what news Mother is waiting for? Why is she so anxious?"

Madam Zhan felt a little guilty, and she answered hurriedly: "No news, is Yan'er back? Are you from the palace, or?"

Zhan Yan replied coldly: "Imperial Temple!"

These two words hit Madam Zhan's heart like a heavy hammer, almost making her fall headfirst to the ground.