There are all kinds of evidence and physical evidence. Others may be able to say that the previous sentence is slandering her, but Zou Er is the one who handled the whole process of this matter. He knows everything and says everything, and everything else is futile.

Princess Jing'an wiped the bloody lips. It was this time, but she was less afraid. The panic, nervous and ashamed that she was discovered at the beginning, she receded. She sorted out her emotions and said lightly in a very bachelor tone and attitude: "Yes, I did it, I did it."

Emperor Jiaping took a step back slightly by this sentence. In fact, he had already decided that she was the murderer of the matter and knew that she would not make a mistake. However, when she admitted it in person, this impact still made him feel a little difficult to calm down for a while.

He pointed at Princess Jing'an, unable to say whether he was angry or was indignant. After a long time, he narrowed his eyes: "You are so righteous?"

Princess Jing'an laughed sarcastically.

"What's there to be ashamed?" Princess Jing'an held the corner of her mouth indifferently, her eyes were filled with indifference: "Father, if it weren't for Zhu Yuan and Chu Tingchuan, how could my mother die? How could my brother die? When they were alive, you pampered them so much and pampered me so much, but when they died, I became dispensable. In order to get rid of me, you let the eunuch and the queen decide for me the candidate for the son-in-law. How could they bother to choose for me? Look at what I married!? Even if he took three baths a day, I could smell the sour smell on his body!"

But she has to live with such a person for the rest of her life!

All the grievances in my heart were vented at this moment. Princess Jing'an threw her apart and was too lazy to argue anymore. She pursed her lips, her eyes full of resentment: "What do you think of me? Do you really love me? If you really love me, you can't see that the Queen Mother asked me to pray for blessings to vent her anger for Zhu Yuan? She didn't ask me to pray for blessings, it was clearly to take revenge on me, and embarrass me!"

The women in the back house are all savages, who can't tell that she was actually neglected by the Queen Mother?

She is a princess, but in the end she always has to look at other people's faces. Why?

Emperor Jiaping looked at her incrediblely, as if he had never known her before.

He spoiled such things for so long.

He was always open to her and was very tolerant, but she thought so, and just gave him back!

Princess Jing'an knelt on the ground, frowned and looked at Emperor Jiaping, and slowly raised her head: "Father, look, my mother and my brother are all watching you in the sky. Wouldn't they feel disheartened when you treat me like this?"

Sigh?

Emperor Jiaping scoffed at it.

He suddenly stopped being angry, his face was gloomy, but his eyes were calm. He suddenly asked Princess Jing'an: "You know that I have always loved your mother and brother very much. It is precisely because of this that you have developed this tricky and arrogant temperament. Then do you know why I suddenly tolerated them?"

This is also something that Princess Jing'an couldn't get over.

Why was it so good at the beginning? Why was it clear that the mother's mother even more glorious than the queen at that time? She crushed the six palaces alone, but the mother's mother suddenly finished.

I didn't even have a chance to make a move, so I don't know why it suddenly disappeared.

This was something she could not imagine.

So she had to hate Zhu Yuan and Chu Tingchuan and put the blame on them, otherwise she would really not understand.

Emperor Jiaping never thought of making this public, and it is still the same now. After all, no man likes to be deceived by his pillow, especially because he is still the emperor.

So he didn't even reveal his daughter.

But now, he felt that there was no need to hide it, so he said coldly: "Because Xiao Si is not my son!"

What?!

It seemed like a thunder in the plain, Princess Jing'an suddenly opened her eyes wide and looked at Emperor Jiaping, her face full of disbelief and confusion. How could it be possible?!

How could this happen in the royal family?!

If the younger brother is not the son of the father, whose son is that?!

Doesn't this mean that the mother gave to the father...

She subconsciously shook her head, trying to rebuke the statement absurd, but looking at Emperor Jiaping's face, she understood that this must have been confirmed.

Otherwise, the king of a country would put this hat on his head unless he was crazy.

This can explain why the father had to kill his mother and younger brother before he gave up, and even killed his grandfather's family. Only in this way can he explain why Emperor Jiaping did not leave any room for anything.

So that's it, so that's it...

She was in a daze and trembled. I don’t know if she should laugh at herself as stupid or hate her mother’s stupidity.

How could such a thing be done?

My father loves her so much!

If this is true, then the mother and the Sheng family are seeking death!

No one can blame this for this matter. If you want to blame, you can only blame your mother for being unfaithful...

Then what is she doing in the end?

No wonder the Queen Mother was so tired of her mother.

No wonder the Queen Mother took her anger at all.

She clenched her fists in a daze, and the resentment in her heart disappeared, replaced by humiliation and disbelief. Her father gave her a way out and kept giving her face.

Thinking about it now, the things given by her father whom she disliked were enough to prove that her father really loved her.

Otherwise, any man would be unable to help but take his anger.

She regretted it and she burst into tears and wanted to hug Emperor Jiaping's legs.

Emperor Jiaping took a step back slightly with a calm expression and looked at her coldly.

He was completely disappointed with this daughter.

After deciding to tell the truth, he was not ready to let her survive.

Princess Jing'an herself didn't understand this. She stammered and shouted at her father, crying at the top of her lungs: "Father, I don't know, I don't know that's it... I was wrong, it's my fault..."

It doesn't matter who's fault.

People have been raised incorrectly, and no matter how they are corrected, it will be in vain. Besides, there is no need to do that. We must always give justice to the victims.

He gave her many opportunities, but she never regarded them as opportunities.
Chapter completed!