The little heroine investigates a mysterious case

Xiao Aiyue suddenly flipped over and jumped off the bed to the floor. Overjoyed, she spun around twice and then hugged Gu Li tightly.

"My husband understands me perfectly! It's settled then! No going back on your word!"

"No regrets, absolutely no regrets! You have complete control over everything regarding the school!"

Seeing Xiao Aiyue instantly regain her energy, Gu Li affectionately pinched the tip of Xiao Aiyue's nose, feeling that his decision was absolutely correct.

"Oh dear, it looks like I'm going to be very busy from now on. I'll go and make a teaching plan right away!"

Xiao Aiyue released Gu Li, overjoyed, and turned to walk out of the bedroom with small, quick steps.

When his arms suddenly felt empty, Gu Li was stunned for a moment.

"Your head doesn't hurt anymore? You're better so quickly? Put your shoes on!"

"Alright, alright, all healed!"

As she spoke, Xiao Aiyue turned around, made a heart shape with her hands towards Gu Li, and then blew him a kiss.

This made Gu Li burst into laughter.

Green Ivy and the wet nurse quickly bent down, each grabbed a shoe, and chased after Xiao Aiyue.

At this moment, Han Gu strode into Qi Lan Palace, and seeing Xiao Aiyue jog into the side hall next to it, he leaned close to Gu Li and whispered something.

"Your Majesty, news has arrived from the Song Kingdom..."

Gu Li stood up slowly and walked out of the bedchamber.

"Judging by the days, Xiao Wu and Xuan'er should have arrived in Daxin by now."

"It arrived five days ago..." Han Gu seemed to find it hard to believe, frowning as he cautiously said, "However, the spies planted in Daxin sent word that the Song Emperor..."

Gu Li looked up at Han Gu and sneered.

"What tricks has Xiao Zhensheng come up with this time?"

Han Gu bowed and said, "This old servant doesn't know if it's true or not. The spies sent back news that the Song Emperor... suddenly passed away three days ago..."

Gu Li suddenly stopped in her tracks, staring at Han Gu in utter shock.

"The Song Emperor is dead?!"

"The spies have brought back news, but it seems the Song Kingdom is keeping the death a secret..."

Gu Li asked in a deep voice, "What about the children? Is there any news about Xiao Wu and the others?"

"Not yet... Your Majesty, perhaps it's just a misconception?"

Gu Li's heart suddenly felt incredibly heavy.

Could it be that the peace enjoyed by the Qiankun Continent for so many years is just a fleeting moment? And what will become of Xiao Wu and Xuan'er in the Song Kingdom...?

"Order our spies to investigate at all costs and report back immediately! I need to know as soon as possible what happened in the Song Kingdom, and whether the Song Emperor is dead or alive!"

Gu Li lowered his voice, but gave Han Gu an extremely stern and urgent order.

"Yes! This old servant obeys!"

Han Gu knew that this matter was of great importance, so he bowed respectfully to Gu Li and immediately turned to leave.

"and many more!"

Han Gu immediately stopped and turned around to stand in front of Gu Li.

"Does Your Majesty have any further instructions?"

Gu Li glanced at the side hall, looking worried.

"Don't let Consort Shu know about this for now."

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The State of Song, Daxin.

royal palace.

It is said that spring rain is as precious as oil, symbolizing hope and a bountiful harvest, but this is not the case in the Song Dynasty's royal palace at this time.

The raindrops were like the tears of the heavens, falling one after another without ceasing, onto the glazed tiles of the palace, and then silently dripping down the tiles to the ground, forming small streams.

The vast palace was filled with white mourning clothes, a stark and shocking sight. Suppressed sobs emanated from the palace, drifting in the spring breeze and drizzle, sending chills down one's spine.

"Father!"

"Grandpa Huang!"

Inside the Weiyang Palace, heart-wrenching cries rose and fell.

At the age of twenty-five, Xiao Shouqing, who had already been made crown prince, knelt before the huge coffin, holding his three-year-old son in his arms. Tears streamed down his face like a burst dam, instantly soaking his clothes.

Gu Zhanghua, Zhao Xuan, and Guan Liushui knelt far away in the last row. It would be a lie to say they weren't sad, but at that moment, the shock in their hearts far outweighed their grief.

They were completely still reeling from the devastating news of the Song Emperor's death.

Five days ago, they arrived in Daxin and went directly to the palace to pay homage to the Song Emperor. The Song Emperor was in good spirits at the time and told them to rest well for a few days and wander around Daxin. He said they would talk about other things later.

The Song Emperor warmly took Gu Zhanghua's hand, looked her over carefully, and repeatedly praised her for resembling his younger sister by seven or eight points.

He also specially instructed Crown Prince Xiao Shouqing to personally receive the three of them, and generously bestowed upon Gu Zhanghua and Zhao Xuan a lot of gold and silver jewelry, saying it was a belated wedding gift.

What surprised the young couple the most was that Emperor Song and Guan Liushui put their arms around each other's shoulders in front of everyone, looking like best buddies.

Zhao Xuan couldn't help but secretly think to herself, "I'll call Guan Liushui 'Uncle' in the future and see if he responds or not."

Immediately afterwards, Emperor Song and Guan Liushui made a pinky promise to stay together for a hundred years, agreeing to settle their differences on the chessboard three days later!

Unexpectedly, just two days later, the three of them heard the devastating news that the Song Emperor had suddenly passed away from a serious illness in the largest and most luxurious guest room in the Honglu Temple!

When her uncle died, it wasn't unreasonable for Zhao Xuan, the newly minted niece-in-law, to kneel and cry. But it had already been three days, and Zhao Xuan's patience was about to run out.

She nudged Gu Zhanghua, who was kneeling to her left, with her elbow, trying to keep her voice down.

When can we leave?

"Go? Where?"

With red and swollen eyes, Gu Zhanghua turned and looked blankly at Zhao Xuan.

Although he had only met the Song Emperor once, they were connected by blood, and the moment he heard the tragic news, grief overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

"I know you're upset, but don't forget the important reason we came to Song!"

"I know……"

Gu Zhanghua stared at the dense crowd in front of him and the huge coffin on the platform, his expression indescribable.

"Shouldn't we wait until after Uncle's funeral, when he's laid to rest in the imperial mausoleum, and after the new emperor ascends the throne, before we can discuss our serious matters with him?"

At this moment, Guan Liushui, who was kneeling to Zhao Xuan's right, quietly tugged at Zhao Xuan's sleeve.

The rain pattered outside the hall, and the sky was terribly overcast. Even during the day, many candles were lit inside the hall, and the shadows of people swayed with the candlelight, while the sound of weeping drifted erratically with the candlelight.

The scene before my eyes was filled with ghostly figures.

Zhao Xuan was already in a state of turmoil. When Guan Liushui suddenly pulled her, she thought of the sudden death of Emperor Song. His soul must be unwilling to dissipate. It might be wandering around the main hall now, and it might even be trying to find an easy target to possess. She broke out in a cold sweat!

Turning around in a panic, he saw Guan Liushui's well-defined fingers gripping his sleeve. The white sweat on his back instantly disappeared, leaving it damp.

"what?"

Zhao Xuan glared at Guan Liushui with annoyance.

"You scared the hell out of me! I thought the Song Emperor had appeared to me!"

Guan Liushui gestured towards the coffin in front of him with his lips, his eyes full of confusion, and whispered to Zhao Xuan.

Who do you think is lying in the coffin?

Suddenly, Zhao Xuan broke out in a cold sweat again.

Guan Liushui looked at the beads of sweat on Zhao Xuan's forehead and scratched the back of his head somewhat embarrassedly.

"I mean, do you think there's anyone in the coffin?"

Zhao Xuan reached out and pinched Guan Liushui's cheek, her voice harsh yet cautious.

"what do you want to say in the end?!"

He covered his mouth with his palm while watching the flowing water, his brows furrowed so deeply they could crush an elephant.

"How could that old fox, the Song Emperor, die so easily? I find this all too suspicious!"