In the palace, on the side road, a group of people looked in a hurry.
Meghan followed, and two palace attendants carried a stretcher. On the stretcher lay a pale Zhao Jin.
One of Megan's hands squeezed Zhao Jin's wound tightly. Even so, the red blood continued to gush out and drip down all the way.
"Crazy! You are really crazy!"
Along the way, Megan kept cursing, and her expression was extremely anxious.
Zhao Jin remained silent. He kept thinking about his mother's appearance just now in his mind.
"I will definitely find the prince and fight you to the death!"
“The fish is dead and the net is broken!!”
Clay figures also have a three-part fire nature.
Although Mrs. Ning looked cowardly, she had always been submissive and could endure even being scolded and humiliated by her servants, because she had a son and Zhao Jin at that time.
As long as Zhao Jin is fine and can live a good life, she is willing to give everything she has, even if she becomes a servant of the palace.
But now, what happened has obviously touched her bottom line and she can no longer bear it.
"What good will it do to you if you do this?"
"Do you think you can get the prince's attention like this? You're dreaming!"
"I tell you, I..."
"If I were you, I would stop talking nonsense."
Zhao Jin's voice was low, interrupting Megan's words, with a hint of a sinister smile on his pale face.
Blood continued to drip, and the pungent smell of blood spread into Megan's mouth and nose, making his expression even more nervous.
"What I bleed now is not my blood, but the royal blood."
"It's also your life."
"Meghan, if something happens to me, one of you, including Mr. Yang, will be buried with me."
"you……"
Hearing Zhao Jin's words, Megan's eyes widened, but she couldn't say a word.
He didn't even dare to let go of his hand holding Zhao Jin's wrist, for fear that Zhao Jin would lose too much blood and really die.
Although he is the unpopular eldest son, he is of the prince's blood, a true royal blood.
If something really happens to him, regardless of the fact that Megan is a popular person around Yang Guiren, in the eyes of the real royal family, his life is even worse than that of a dog.
Yang Guiren is the concubine of the palace, but if the murder of the prince is confirmed, the prince will not be able to protect her even if he wants to.
By then, everyone will really be buried with Zhao Jin, and no one will be left.
Meghan did not dare to say anything more and urged the two palace attendants to hurry up and go straight to the Royal Hospital.
Now, this matter can no longer be hidden.
The front yard of the palace, before the palace.
Mrs. Ning's shawl was spread out, and she knelt in front of the palace, weeping so hard that she couldn't stop crying.
"Your Majesty! They want to kill Jin'er! You have to make the decision for Jin'er!"
"Even if you don't care about me, Jin'er is your own flesh and blood. Can you bear to watch them ravage your flesh and blood like this?"
"Your Majesty!"
Waves of mournful cries soared into the sky, making everyone moved when they heard it.
Two golden-helmeted guards stood in front of the palace. When they heard Mrs. Ning's cry, their expressions changed and they lowered their heads slightly.
They didn't dare to interfere in the prince's family affairs. If they didn't get it right, they would end up with a different body and a different body.
In the palace, Liang Wang Zhao Yi was sitting on the couch, his face was silent and his brows were slightly furrowed.
In front of him, a woman was already kneeling.
This woman was gorgeously dressed, graceful and wealthy, with a beautiful face, but she was also crying like pear blossoms with rain in her eyes, bursting with sadness.
This person is none other than the concubine of the palace, Guiren Yang.
At this moment, she was kneeling and crying, having already seen Zhao Yi one step ahead.
"My lord, you have to make the decision for me."
"The Nu family just asked their personal servants to visit Zhao Jin, ask him if he needed any medicinal materials, and care about his health."
"Now that something happened to him, he wants to falsely accuse the palace people around me of doing it and drag me into trouble."
"Your Majesty...wuwuwu..."
"Your Majesty, this was clearly intentional by Mrs. Ning. She had planned it long ago!"
"She didn't like the prince, so she thought of this method..."
"Do you think of using your son's life to win my attention?"
Facing Yang Guiren's cry, Zhao Yi frowned and spoke in a deep voice, but Yang Guiren's whole body trembled in shock.
Zhao Yi has a calm temperament and is not angry. In his early years, he fought on the battlefield and killed countless enemies. He has the aura of a king.
You are usually nice and friendly, but if you really get angry, everyone will be in danger.
But this matter involved the life and death of people around Yang Guiren, so she had no choice but to remain silent.
"Your Majesty..."
"The slave family is wronged, the slave family is wronged!!"
"My lord, you are so wronged, and you want to kill the royal prince with just one casual word?"
Suddenly, there was a loud shout from outside the palace. Zhao Yi looked up and saw a scribe in white clothes walking in quickly.
This man had a handsome appearance, no more than thirty years old, a majestic appearance, and a majestic and upright appearance. He walked a few steps quickly and approached the throne, cupping his hands and clasping his fists.
"Ning Ce, I have seen the prince thousand years old!"
"Xueshi Ning, have you heard everything?"
Seeing this person, Zhao Yi felt a headache and stretched out his hand to gently pinch the bridge of his nose.
This Ning Ce was ranked fourth in the first class of the imperial list three years ago, and was a bachelor appointed by the current emperor.
He has an upright character and an upright spirit, so the emperor placed him in Zhao Yi's palace and asked him to serve as the prince's mentor and teach him the royal way.
This person has a gold medal for immunity from death from the Holy Spirit, and he is an upright man who hates anything scandalous.
If anything gets to his ears, he will definitely get to the bottom of it, punish what deserves to be punished, and kill what deserves to be killed, without mercy.
Even Zhao Yi had to restrain his temper in front of him, because Ning Ce didn't even give him the prince's face.
"This matter is important, how can a villain not know about it?"
Ning Ce turned his head, looked at Yang Guiren beside him, and said softly.
"The villain has long heard that Mrs. Ning and her eldest son Zhao Jin were bullied in the side palace. They lived in poverty, were looked down upon by others, worked like servants, and lacked food and clothing."
"Originally, I didn't believe it. I thought that under the rule of the prince, such things would never happen in Haiyan and Heqing."
"Now it seems that he is a villain who has lost all knowledge."
"Such evil deeds and evil slaves actually exist in the royal palace. If they are not punished, where is the king's law and the emperor's way?"
As he said that, Ning Ce looked at Zhao Yi with dazzling eyes.
"The villain heard that this matter was done by Mrs. Yang's men, who forced Mrs. Ning to wash her clothes with cold water in this cold winter month."
"And when the eldest son was recovering from a serious illness, he not only kicked over the eldest son's medicine jar, but also hit Mrs. Ning."
"The following offender, verbal conflict is already a death penalty, but how dare you take action, you will be treated as the Yi clan!"
Ning Ce's words were loud and clear, but Yang Guiren's heart moved as he spoke.
If this crime is proven, she, as the master, will not be able to escape the responsibility.
"Ning Ce, don't think that just because you are a bachelor, you can spit on others!"
"Which of your eyes saw my servant beating Mrs. Ning?"
"This is just her one-sided statement!" This chapter has been completed!
