The old lady and Yuan Qingping didn't go back until after dinner. They originally wanted to wait for Yu Wenhao to come back, but Yu Wenhao had been busy these days, so they had to eat before he could wait.
It was getting late, and the old lady was unwilling to stay in the palace for the night, so Yuan Qingling had no choice but to send Xu Yi back.
Yuan Qingling thought about waiting for Yu Wenhao to come back tonight. She had vowed to wait for him several nights before, but she always fell asleep while waiting.
So tonight she brought Duobao into the house and had a conversation. By the end of the conversation, she even knew how many stray dogs there were in Beijing.
But still sleepy.
When I finally got up, Auntie Xi came in for the fifth time and urged me, "It's time to go to bed. I'm afraid the prince won't be back so early tonight."
Yuan Qingling drowsily climbed onto the bed, "Okay, then I'll fall asleep and wait."
Aunt Xi smiled angrily. The princess was actually very sleepy. She had been nodding her head since noon, her eyelids were drooping, and she had to hold on and wait for almost two hours.
She stepped forward to press the quilt for Yuan Qingling. Just as she turned around to blow out the lamp, she saw Yu Wenhao coming in. She was startled and said, "Your Majesty!"
Yuan Qingling heard the voice and opened her eyes suddenly. Sure enough, he was back.
However, his clothes and face were stained with blood, and his face looked haggard and sad.
Yuan Qingling's heart tightened and she suddenly got out of bed, "Oh my god, what happened? Are you injured?"
Yu Wenhao held her hand, asked her to sit down, and said hoarsely: "I'm fine, it's not me, it's Lao Ba, Lao Ba is in trouble."
"Old Eighth?" Yuan Qingling was startled, and then thought of the eighth prince Yu Wenchang. He was the Queen's direct descendant, more than a year younger than King Qi, and ranked eighth, "What's wrong with him?"
"Si Gu hurt him!" Yu Wenhao's face turned pale.
"Gu Si?" Yuan Qingling blurted out, "Impossible!"
Yu Wenhao sat down slowly, a trace of confusion and pain rising in his eyes, "But, he admitted it."
Yuan Qingling was also very shocked, "Why? Why did he hurt the eighth prince?"
Yu Wenhao shook his head and said solemnly: "He only admitted that he hurt Lao Ba, but he didn't tell the reason, and he refused to speak."
Yuan Qing sat down and looked at Gu Si. Although Gu Si occasionally made mistakes, he still
Wouldn't do that.
But he admitted it.
"What exactly happened?" Yuan Qingling asked.
Yu Wenhao looked at her, thinking of today's events, his eyes couldn't help but cast a layer of gloom, "Today I went into the palace to report the affairs of Jiang Mansion in the Pavilion. When I came out, I met Eunuch Li. Eunuch Li told me that my mother-in-law was feeling unwell last night.
After asking for the imperial doctor, I thought of stopping by to take a look. As soon as I reached the Minghua Hall, I heard Lao Ba scream inside. I rushed in and saw Gu Si holding a bloody sword. Lao Ba
Ba had already fallen into a pool of blood, and Lao Ba’s personal eunuch was dead. When I left with Lao Ba in my arms, Gu Si watched me pass by, followed me slowly, but didn’t say a word, waiting for Father
When he came, he only said one thing, it was him who did it."
"Minghua Palace? Doesn't the Eighth Prince live in Minghua Palace?" Yuan Qing said.
"Yes, Minghua Hall has been uninhabited for a long time, but Lao Ba likes to paint there. Something happened to him today when he was painting." Yu Wenhao sighed deeply, feeling incomprehensible and confused.
.
"How is the Eighth Prince doing now?" Yuan Qingling asked.
"I gave him the Purple Gold Pill, but I don't know if he can survive it. The imperial doctor said that his injury was very serious. When I left the palace, he even vomited blood." Yu Wenhao said seriously.
Yuan Qingling held his hand, and his hand trembled slightly, knowing that he had always regarded Gu Si as his brother.
"This matter is very strange. Who is taking over the investigation now?" Yuan Qingling asked.