Bai Qianjin nodded and said, "This is the only way at the moment."
Hua Wuxie's body was carried out, and when he passed by Zhou Duohai's cell, his eyes still showed shock and heartache.
"You killed him! You murderers!"
Zhou Duohai shouted loudly and knocked hard on the iron door of the cell, his eyes turned red.
Yun Ning's dark eyes swept over him, with an indescribable coolness in her eyes, "From the time you did those things, you should have had the consciousness of death."
Zhou Duohai's movements of patting the cell door suddenly stopped. Yes, Wuxie is already dead. Isn't it only a matter of time before he dies...
An idea suddenly came into his mind. It would be better for him to understand his own life than to die by someone else's sword.
But before the idea could be implemented, Yun Ning's voice sounded softly again, "Keep an eye on him. If anyone else dies in prison, all of you will be held accountable."
"yes!"
The voices of the jailers and soldiers sounded in unison, and the last trace of "ambition" in Zhou Duohai's heart was ruthlessly eliminated.
"Master, what should be done with his body?" Ah Feng asked.
Hua Wuxie is still a person whose death is unclear. Although it is basically confirmed that Hua Wuxie did those things, people who have not gone through the interrogation process cannot be directly defined as criminals.
If he is found guilty, his head will be beheaded and the body except the head can be taken away by the family. If no one wants it, it can only be thrown into a mass grave.
If no charges are found, then he is a person who committed suicide in prison, and his body should be treated as kindly as possible.
The bottle of well-kept pills suddenly appeared in Bai Qianjin's mind, and he said coldly, "Let's bury it, but don't erect a monument."
Ah Feng was a little shocked. Is the master thinking about Hua Wuxie now?
Don't erect a monument...do you want someone to destroy Hua Wuxie's grave later?
"Yes, I obey."
Ah Feng and others bought a coffin for Hua Wuxie. While packing his body, they saw a piece of cloth on Hua Wuxie's body, which was a blood letter.
"Master Ah Feng, look at this." The people below brought the things up. After Ah Feng read the blood book, he suddenly understood why his master did what he did.
At this time, Lingqing was also around. Ah Feng handed the blood book to Lingqing and said, "Should this matter be reported to the prince and princess?"
Lingqing read the above content word by word, a hint of complexity flashed through his heart, and said, "It still has to be handed over to the master and the prince."
"Then I'll send it over now."
When Ah Feng came over, Bai Qianjin was sleeping lightly on the bed, and woke up when she heard Ah Feng's footsteps.
"What's the matter?" Bai Qianjin's voice was still a little hoarse.
Ah Feng handed over the blood book and said, "Master, this was found in Hua Wuxie's clothes."
Bai Qianjin took the blood book. The blood stains on it had dried, but the words were written very neatly. He only wrote three lines.
In the first line, he confessed that all the riots in Jinling Mansion were caused by him and Zhou Duohai.
In the second line, he confessed to framed his colleague Sun Cheng.
In the third line, he asks Yun Ning to send him on his last journey.
Bai Qianjin slowly clenched the blood book tightly, and Ah Feng was so angry that he didn't dare to breathe.
I don’t know what the man surnamed Hua was thinking. How could he let the princess give him a gift? Wasn’t he afraid that the master would scatter his ashes?