The master of traditional Chinese painting lowered his head, and when he saw the rice paper on the ground, his pupils suddenly shrank.
That was the rice paper he couldn't find in the morning.
When he wanted to bend down to pick it up, the little eunuch beside him had already picked it up one step ahead of him.
The traditional Chinese painting master said anxiously: "Don't..."
But before he could finish his words, he was cut off by Concubine De.
"Let me see whose painting our Chinese painting master can carry with him."
"Yes," the little eunuch ran towards Concubine De.
"No one, it's my practice manuscript. It might stain my eyes, so I'd better not read it."
As the master of traditional Chinese painting spoke, he anxiously went to get the rice paper from the little eunuch's hand.
However, the little eunuch was quick and evasive, and successfully delivered the rice paper to Concubine De in his hands.
At the same time, Lin Jieyu also walked into Concubine De's yard.
When Concubine De was about to unfold the paper, the master of traditional Chinese painting gave way in his legs and fell to his knees.
"My dear, it will really stain your eyes. Please don't look at it."
Lin Jieyu's eyes trembled when she saw this scene, the rice paper in Concubine De's hand, and the words on the rice paper.
But then, relief flashed in her eyes.
Mu Zhao had been looking at her expression since she came in. After seeing her relief, he shook his head slightly.
Lin Jieyu, do you think that after being discovered, the emperor will grant you death and you will be free?
Then you are too naive.
Concubine De has finished reciting the poem.
The master of traditional Chinese painting was sweating profusely and his face was pale.
The concubines blushed and remained silent.
Concubine De slapped the paper on the table and said, "Qiao Xiangrong! You are so brave!"
Only then did Mu Zhao learn that the master of traditional Chinese painting was named Qiao Xiangrong.
Qiao Xiangrong collapsed on the ground, but still took all the responsibility on himself.
"Everything is the grassroots' own idea, and it is the grassroots who are so bold."
Lin Jieyu took two steps forward and shouted, "No..."
Then she felt like she was being tapped somewhere, and she couldn't say the next words.
She was... tapped on her acupoints.
Only then did Lin Jieyu realize the horror of the matter.
It seems that Concubine De knew about her and Qiao Lang's affairs, and she went to great lengths to invite Princess Mu.
Today's matter, I'm afraid, can't be solved just by the death of the two of them.
Her death was not a pity, but... we couldn't bring harm to their daughter.
When she was in despair, Mu Zhao spoke.
"You are so audacious that you dare to miss me."
Lin Jieyu: "?"
She looked at Mu Zhao.
Qiao Xiangrong also suddenly raised his head and looked at Mu Zhao, somewhat puzzled.
Only Concubine De laughed, "Did the princess also hear it?"
"The word "Zhao" appears in his poem. Isn't it obvious enough?"
Qiao Xiangrong explained blankly: "That's the morning of morning and evening."
Concubine De scolded him, "How brave, do you think we won't be able to tell if you use homophonic words?"
"I..." Qiao Xiangrong thought that Princess Xiao Xiang died on his own. If he explained it again, he and Lin Niang died together.
He nodded and admitted, "Yes, it's just my wishful thinking."
The stern look on De Fei's face suddenly turned into a smile, "Even if you are somewhat responsible, daring to act, and elegant in appearance, you are a person who can be trusted."
Mu Zhao turned to look at her with a cynical smile.
"What does Concubine De mean by this?"
Concubine De felt that what she said was right to Mu Zhao's taste.
She blinked at Mu Zhao, "Is the princess still satisfied with my arrangement?"
"Is this the arrangement of Empress Dowager De?"
Mu Zhao suddenly asked in a louder voice.
At this time, Emperor Zhou's voice came from the door, "What has Concubine De arranged?" This chapter has been completed!