Chapter 493: Where is there no grass in the end of the world
Yes, such a big scandal happened.
Whether it's Cang Xiyuan's obsession with Su Yongxu or Mu Yuntian's unrequited love for his sister-in-law.
And, the truth about her death.
Although not many people were involved in this matter, they all held high positions of authority.
King Lanling, King Qingyang, Mei Siyu, who was already a marquis, and Su Chaoying, the minister.
If the news really gets out, I don’t know what changes will happen.
Even if Su Yongxu is innocent, so what?
What happened is over, it's over.
You cannot ruin two princes and a marquis just for the sake of a woman's innocence.
Anyway, that woman is already dead, and it has nothing to do with him, right?
At Cang Xilin's urging, the concubines and servants all left.
But Cang Xiyao still stood there, refusing to leave.
Sighing, Cang Xilin looked at his younger brother.
For so many years, he had hoped that there would be someone who could really tie this wandering man's heart.
Unexpectedly, someone really held his heart, but that person was...
Cang Xilin patted Cang Xiyao's shoulder sympathetically and said:
"Take it easy... there is no grass anywhere in the world."
And Cang Xiyao suddenly turned her head and asked seriously:
"If in the future, instead of my brother and King Qingyang competing for a woman, my brother and someone else compete for a woman's heart, would the emperor say this calmly?"
"Huh?" Cang Xilin was a little strange.
What happened to his brother today?
Why are you always talking nonsense?
Are there women in this world that he can't have?
Cang Xi looked at him steadily, then shook her head and smiled:
"Brother Imperial, I am feeling a little unwell today. Can you please excuse me first?"
What is "physical discomfort"?
This is "a heart disease requires a heart medicine"!
Cang Xilin sighed and said slowly: "Go."
"Brother, please retire."
Cang Xiyuan pulled away and walked away.
Cang Xilin looked at his brother's retreating back, shook his head, sighed, and turned to leave.
The breeze is coming slowly, and the breeze passing through the hall is very light.