53. Chapter 53 How can you just take away my people?
The man's tall body suddenly fell to the ground. Even though the ground was covered with a thick layer of soft felt, there was still a muffled sound, and everyone's expressions changed instantly.
The most shocked person was Zi Yiran. A layer of fog formed in front of his clear eyes, and he stayed there, and his thoughts stopped at that moment.
This... what's going on? Why did Fifth Brother collapse suddenly?
Is he... dead?
The fine black silk brocade shirt was a bit messy because of Zi Yi's inelegant inverted posture. Black and purple colors crawled onto his lips and his face. The right hand holding vegetables showed a strange and stiff posture and remained in his hand.
The silver chopsticks had turned black.
He is indeed dead, poisoned!
In the hall, there were wealthy businessmen from out of town who turned pale with fear and kept wiping the cold sweat on their foreheads with their sleeves. There were also senior officials from the capital who closed their eyes as if they were hiding their ears.
They all seemed to unanimously believe that this was a murder! Throughout the ages, literati have competed for official positions, military generals have competed for several battles, and the heirs of dynasty rulers have killed each other for the supreme position!
They thought so. Maybe the kind-hearted Prince Ran did not covet the throne, but he had always been on good terms with King Han. He might have disliked King Jue for a long time and wanted to get rid of him. Today, he happened to be provoked by King Jue, so he took action.
kill him.
However, it would be too bold to do it in front of hundreds of pairs of eyes!
Just when everyone was looking at Zi Yijue who fell to the ground and Zi Yiran who was standing dumbfounded without uttering a word, a man dressed as a waiter lowered the hat on his head and quietly said
Sneaked out...
Within a quarter of an hour, people from the Punishment Department surrounded the black shop. Yue Wugou, the head of the Punishment Department, known as the "Iron-faced God", personally led the team.
Yue Wugou came into the store, took a look around the store, bowed to everyone expressionlessly, and said, "I'm sorry, everyone, I can't eat today, please sit down at your seats.
Don't damage the crime scene."
After saying that, regardless of the various expressions on everyone's faces, Yue Wugou walked directly to Zi Yiran, neither humble nor arrogant: "I have met Prince Ran, and Prince Ran may have to go with his subordinates first."
"Me... me?" Zi Yiran still didn't react, her eyes were confused.
"Yes, Your Majesty, you are the most direct suspect in this case. According to normal procedures, I will investigate the case starting with Your Majesty!"
"Then...okay..." Zi Yiran didn't hear all of Yue Wugou's words clearly, but he knew that the fifth brother's death must have something to do with him, so he moved away and prepared to follow Yue Wugou.
There was an indescribable feeling in his heart, just like when he was ten years old, he was beaten all over by brothers whose names he couldn't even name, and he felt very painful and helpless.
But that day, the second brother suddenly appeared, beat them all up, took him back to his palace to recuperate, and has been protecting him to this day.
At that time, the second brother Zi Yihan was only fourteen years old, but he was already the only prince in the Zimo Dynasty who was crowned king.
Now, who will help him?
"Sir, wait a minute!" A cold female voice came from the second floor. Han Mengxiao put on a thin coat and didn't even wear silk shoes. She walked down the stairs with her socks on.
She glanced at the dead man on the ground, then glanced around the people in the store, and her eyes stopped on Yue Wugou: "I am the boss here, if you have anything to do, you should come to me first? How can you just take care of him casually?