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After saying this, she waved her hand: "Take away the breakfast. Call Concubine Jing here. I want to discuss with her how to deal with Concubine De's funeral."

The palace people hurriedly passed on the news and tidied up. After a while, Concubine Jing came in a hurry, with surprise and uncertainty on her face. She stepped forward to pay homage to Nie Wushuang, her voice tight: "How could he die so well? Alas... The emperor will definitely be very angry when he finds out."

Nie Wushuang smoothed her hair on her temples and said calmly to the bronze mirror: "I have sent someone to inform the emperor. I estimate that the emperor is still in court at this time."

She turned around, looked at Concubine Jing in plain clothes, and frowned slightly: "Sister Concubine Jing, what are you doing? She is just a useless concubine, why are you wearing mourning for her?"

Concubine Jing lowered her head and smiled bitterly: "After all, the deceased is the most important, I am... I am also afraid of incurring resentment on her body."

Nie Wushuang always knew that she was kind-hearted. He pursed his red lips and was silent for a while: "Let's go and have a look at Yongxiang. Feng"

Someone in the palace had prepared a phoenix boat outside the palace, and Nie Wushuang took the phoenix boat and headed all the way to Yongxiang with Concubine Jing. Concubine Jing sat next to her. Seeing that her brows were slender and her expression was cold, she didn't dare to say anything for a while. The timing of the death of Concubine De Qi Yan was extremely strange. It's like adding a handful of firewood to the boiling oil pan.

What if her death was not suicide... Concubine Jing couldn't help but shudder and didn't dare to think about it further.

After about half an hour, Yongxiang finally arrived. Gong Zhengsi's chamberlains, who had already formed a circle in front of Yongxiang, knelt down to pay their respects when they saw Nie Wushuang coming.

"Where is Concubine De? Take me to see her." Nie Wushuang asked.

The chamberlains on the side all looked at each other, and a bold chamberlain stepped forward and said awkwardly: "I would like to inform you, the Empress, that Gong Zhengsi's widow is conducting an autopsy. Empress, this... I'm afraid it will stain your eyes."

Nie Wushuang laughed it off: "With the bright sky and the bright sun, I am still afraid of a dead man?"

After saying that, she separated from everyone and walked in. Concubine Jing saw her going in, so she had to bite the bullet and go in. In a dilapidated house, a woman in ragged clothes was lying. Her eyes were wide open, but her eyes were gloomy and lifeless. Her neck was bruised, and someone was covering her with a white cloth.

She was so thin, her body lying on the bed was like a piece of paper, and her clothes were torn, with black cotton wool falling out. There is no longer any trace of the beauty and fragrance of the country in the past, nor is there any trace of the nobility of the princess who married from afar.

It turns out that hardship can torture a beautiful princess like this...

It turns out that destiny only gives people a beginning, but always ends with an unexpected ending...

Nie Wushuang walked forward slowly and asked the low-browed Zuo Zuo: "Did Concubine De commit suicide?"

"Hui Niang, yes!" Wu Zuo replied expressionlessly.

Just as Nie Wushuang was about to say something, Concubine Jing ran out covering her mouth and started vomiting violently. Nie Wushuang glanced at her and said numbly: "Then after writing the note to the emperor, let Concubine De take care of it."

After she explained in detail, she walked out of Yongxiang.

Behind him is the most remote corner of the palace - Yongxiang. She walked out slowly, and the people in the palace were trembling with fear wherever she passed. The hem of the noble five-phoenix uniform swept over the dilapidated leaves on the road, which was so meandering that it made people feel chilled in their hearts. Someone behind him was startled in the courtyard farther away, and his screams, like ghosts, could be heard far away in the cold morning air. Then the guard's grandmother came to scold him and teach him a lesson.

"Are you satisfied?" A cold, angry question came from not far away. Nie Wushuang raised her head and watched Gu Qinghong slowly walking towards her.

There were two sickly blushes on his face as clear as the moon due to anger.

"Are you satisfied? She's dead, she's dead!" Gu Qinghong glared at her. All the palace attendants around Nie Wushuang hurriedly stepped forward and shouted: "How dare you! How dare you disrespect the Queen!" Gu Qinghong did not look at them and just walked towards her step by step. The anger in his eyes almost ignited this cold and ominous morning.

Nie Wushuang raised his hand to signal the palace attendants and said calmly: "Step back!"

The palace servants did not dare to disobey, so they had no choice but to retreat.

Nie Wushuang looked at Gu Qinghong in front of him without blinking, and smiled slightly: "Master Gu, I can't understand what you are talking about."

"She's dead! Qi Yan is dead!" Gu Qinghong's eyes were filled with inexplicable grief and anger. The worries of the past few days have reached their peak at this time, and they are ready to burst out.

"I know that she is dead and Concubine De is dead." Nie Wushuang repeated this fact without any expression on his face: "So what?"

She tilted her head and asked again softly: "So what?" There was even a smile in her eyes, as if she was asking about an ordinary matter.

"So what?" Gu Qinghong was startled for a moment, then looked up to the sky and laughed, with sadness and anger in his laughter: "Nie Wushuang, I didn't expect you to be so vicious and vicious. She has been demoted to Yongxiang, and you still won't let her go. She! Didn’t you personally order her death?"

The smile on Nie Wushuang's face did not change, but the smile in his eyes turned cold. The palace maids and chamberlains not far behind were already whispering. This news was too shocking, but who could guarantee that what Gu Qinghong said was not true?

Nie Wushuang looked at Gu Qinghong in front of him, with a cold light in his beautiful eyes: "Is this what Mr. Gu wants to say to me today?"

"Nie Wushuang, are you satisfied? Now your hands are stained with blood. You have gone to any lengths to get revenge!" He said word by word.

Nie Wushuang smiled and stretched out his hand, his slender jade-like fingers covered with beautifully crafted gold armor. Thin and extremely beautiful. She watched, slowly clenched her palms, and raised her eyes to look at Gu Qinghong

: "I am not the only one who is stained with blood. The princess of Qi lying inside was sent by you personally. You also have a share in the person who killed her. Why blame me? I am very wronged. .”

With a half-smile in her beautiful eyes, she looked at Gu Qinghong's suddenly changed expression: "Mr. Gu is still imprisoned. If you want to take a look at her, go ahead. I am not that unreasonable."

After speaking, she moved her long sleeves and gestured to the entrance of Yongxiang. She smiled coldly: "Take a good look at the last despair in her life and the evil consequences you have brought to her."

Her voice was so soft, but it made him feel chilly in his heart. She said that and slowly walked away from him.

"Nie Wushuang, in order to take revenge on me, you turned yourself into this, you..." Gu Qinghong's face turned pale, but he couldn't finish the last sentence.

Nie Wushuang paused slightly, turned around, and was about to say something. Gong Zhengsi had already carried out the concubine Qi Yan. Qi Yan, who was covered with white cloth, could only see a shadow that was so thin that it had no trace of its appearance.

She stepped forward, uncovered the white cloth in front of Gu Qinghong, looked into her unblinking eyes, and covered it with her hands: "Go in peace, you once asked me to return to Qi, but I couldn't agree to it that day. I promise you today that I will send you home to Qi State. In your next life, you will not be born into a royal family, nor will you fall in love with a man like Gu Qinghong..."

After she said that, she let go of her hand, and Qi Yan's wide eyes slowly closed. Nie Wushuang looked at Gu Qinghong with a pale face, and finally left without looking back.

…

The concubine Qi Yan is dead. Even though she was not favored by the saint and offended the saint's face during her lifetime, she is still the princess of Qi State. Her death is destined to be recorded in the history books of Ying State. It was also destined that Xiao Fengming would personally write a letter of condolence and send it to the Emperor of Qi.

There are two letters of credence, one is about Lin Zhiqiu's evil deeds of murdering others and taking away his wife, and the other is the news about the death of the concubine Qi Yan. No one knew what the old Emperor Qi would do after seeing this. But such a coincidence makes people unable to stop thinking about it.

That night, Nie Wushuang was dressing up and was about to sleep peacefully when Xiao Fengming suddenly walked in with a serious face. With a "pop" sound, he threw a folding book in his hand on the table, with a faint look on his face: "How did the concubine Qi Yan die?"

Nie Wushuang combed her hair and glanced at the surface of the document. She knew it was a memorial written by a widower, so she slowly stepped forward and said respectfully: "I personally checked it and found out that she hanged herself."

Xiao Fengming paused and couldn't say anything. Nie Wushuang raised his head and saw the changing expression on his face in his dark eyes.

The two fell silent immediately.

"Wushuang, tell me, did you do this?" Xiao Fengming asked word by word, with a calm expression on his face, but the disappointment in his eyes made her unable to bear to see it: "I think about it, the whole palace No one would do this except you!"

Nie Wushuang raised his head, his expression unusually calm: "Your Majesty, I am clear that I will not do this."

Hearing this, Xiao Fengming took a step back slightly. Disappointment flashed across his deep eyes.

"It's really not you?" He asked again, his voice was calm, but no one could hear the disappointment and anger hidden in him.

"I'm really not a concubine." Nie Wushuang said slowly. She raised her head, faced Xiao Fengming calmly, and spoke so softly that even she couldn't believe it: "Although the concubine and De Fei are at odds with each other, they will kill each other." She is of no benefit to my concubine."

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