The Invincible Sixth Prince

"Your Majesty, do you think I dared to gamble at that time?"

Concubine Jing smiled calmly, "Your Majesty's former crown prince has just died. If the third prince is caught again, wouldn't you suspect that someone else is secretly involved in these things and wants to reap the benefits?"

She originally wanted to slowly reveal the fact that Yun Li framed the former crown prince.

By that time, Laojiu was already older.

If Emperor Wen deposed Crown Prince Yun Li and appointed Prince No. 9 as Crown Prince instead, the possibility would be much greater.

However, Emperor Wen ordered Yun Li to be regent, which completely dispelled her idea.

Emperor Wen opened his mouth slightly and was instantly speechless.

It seems that Concubine Jing really understands him!

Yes!

If the eldest brother had just died and the third brother was caught, he would definitely suspect that someone else was involved in planning the case of framing the eldest brother for treason.

After a thorough investigation, Concubine Jing may no longer be able to hide.

If he were Concubine Jing, he would not have let his people jump out in such a hurry.

"I'll ask you one last question!"

Emperor Wen took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Are you really the daughter of Prince Yongxi?"

“Is this question still important now?”

Concubine Jing asked back.

Whether she was the daughter of Prince Yongxi or not, she could not escape death.

The power she has worked so hard to build will also be uprooted!

"unimportant."

Emperor Wen shook his head gently, "I just want to know, were you the daughter of Prince Yongxi before I met you, or did you become the daughter of Prince Yongxi after you gave birth to my ninth child?"

As Emperor Wen spoke, he couldn't help but recall the scene when he first met Concubine Jing.

That scene was so beautiful!

In order to commemorate the place where they first met, he specially changed the name of the deep palace where Concubine Jing lived into Qinxin Palace.

Now, many years have passed.

The gentle temperament of Concubine Jing was still the same as when he first met her.

But Concubine Jing might never have been the Concubine Jing he knew.

Concubine Jing smiled and said, "Your Majesty, do you think there are so many coincidental encounters in this world?"

"I... understand!"

Emperor Wen paused for a moment, and looked at Concubine Jing with a complicated expression, "Are you willing to play another song for me?"

"of course can."

Concubine Jing smiled, "However, I heard that Your Majesty had not finished writing a poem when he was at Qinhai Lake. Could you please finish it?"

Emperor Wen opened his mouth slightly, and after a long moment, he nodded gently.

Seeing that Emperor Wen agreed, Concubine Jing stood up, walked to the zither platform, and sat down in front of it.

Mu Shun also helped Emperor Wen sit in front of the desk where writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone were laid out.

Concubine Jing slowly closed her eyes and tried to calm herself down.

"Ding dong..."

A clear and pleasant voice sounded.

Even in desperate situations, Concubine Jing's piano music was still melodious and refreshing.

Listening to the sound of the piano, Emperor Wen's mood gradually calmed down.

After a long time, Emperor Wen picked up his brush, dipped it in ink, and slowly wrote on the paper.

Emperor Wen wrote very slowly, as if he had lost the literary inspiration he had in the past.

Mu Shun quietly guarded beside Emperor Wen, but from time to time he looked back at Concubine Jing who was sitting in front of the piano table playing the piano. Unconsciously, a thin layer of mist appeared in front of his eyes.

Mu Shun quickly lowered his eyebrows and raised his sleeve to wipe the mist from his eyes.

Emperor Wen wrote and paused, closing his eyes from time to time to think, and seemed to be listening attentively to Concubine Jing's piano playing.

When Concubine Jing finished playing the song, Emperor Wen finally put down the brush in his hand.

Concubine Jing stood up and sat back in her previous seat, smiling and asking, "Has Your Majesty finished writing?"

"It's written."

Emperor Wen slowly raised his head and told Mu Shun, "Take it to Concubine Jing to see!"

"Yes!"

Mu Shun took the order respectfully, slowly picked up the paper in front of Emperor Wen, and respectfully handed it to Concubine Jing.

Concubine Jing took the paper, spread it out on the table in front of her, and then looked at it quietly.

The lake is shimmering and the water is soft, while green trees surround the small building.

Egrets fly in search of old dreams, and red fish swim away to add new sorrows.

From afar I see the sparse shadows of Li Ting, and from nearby I recall the painted boat and am afraid to look back.

Sitting by the lake watching the sunset, I still remember the leisurely trip we took together in those days.

Looking at the poems on the paper, Concubine Jing's eyes suddenly felt a little sore.

Two lines of tears unconsciously ran down her face and dripped onto the paper.

After a long while, Concubine Jing raised her sleeve to wipe away the tears in her eyes, and then looked at Mu Shun: "Bring me a pen."

Mu Shun was about to grab a brush, but Emperor Wen slowly came over with a brush in his hand and said, "Use this brush!"

Emperor Wen handed the pen over personally. Mu Shun stepped forward slightly and stood beside Emperor Wen.

Concubine Jing took the pen, crossed out the word "添" in "The red fish swims away to add new sorrows", and wrote a graceful word "忘" next to it.

"Your Majesty, just the first four lines of this poem are enough."

Concubine Jing put down the pen in her hand, looked up and smiled at Emperor Wen, "The last four sentences are still a little lacking in meaning, so let's not use them!"

Emperor Wen opened his mouth slightly, then shook his head gently: "It's already written, what difference does it make whether it's accepted or not? I don't want this poem to be spread out."

Concubine Jing paused for a moment, and looked at Emperor Wen with red eyes, but a smile on her face, "Then please give this poem to me, Your Majesty!"

"I was going to give it to you originally." Emperor Wen sighed, "Seventeen years ago, I should have given you this unfinished poem. Unfortunately, this is not that poem after all..."

"To me, this is the best poem."

Concubine Jing stood up and saluted, "I dare to ask Your Majesty to give me another gift."

"Say it!"

Emperor Wen looked at Concubine Jing with a complicated expression.

Concubine Jing: "Your Majesty, please give me a sword."

Emperor Wen trembled and remained silent for a long time.

After a long time, Emperor Wen asked dejectedly: "Don't you want to ask me how to deal with Lao Jiu?"

Concubine Jing shook her head gently, "I already have the answer in my heart, no need to ask again."

Listening to Concubine Jing's words, Emperor Wen couldn't help but sigh deeply.

"My beloved, thank you for accompanying me for seventeen years!"

After Emperor Wen finished speaking, he slowly walked out.

"I also thank Your Majesty for your grace for seventeen years! I know today that Your Majesty is not a heartless person, it was my fault! If there is an afterlife, if Your Majesty does not despise me, I am willing to serve Your Majesty again!"

Hearing the voice coming from behind him, Emperor Wen's body couldn't help but sway.

Seeing this, Mu Shun hurried forward to support him.

"it is good!"

Emperor Wen said a word in a heavy voice, and with the help of Mu Shun, he walked out of the room in a frail state. He rushed to Zhou Dai, who was guarding outside the door, with a tired face and ordered: "Send the sword in!"

Zhou Dai lowered his eyebrows, took the sword from another imperial guard, and walked in with heavy steps.

After a moment, Zhou Dai stepped out, leaving Concubine Jing with the last bit of dignity.

In the room, Concubine Jing held the sword Zhou Dai had brought in with both hands, slowly knelt on the ground, tears rolling down her cheeks, and said loudly: "Your Majesty, I… thank you for your grace."

Emperor Wen turned his back to the room and wanted to say something, but in the end he kept silent.

"Keng..."

There was a crisp sound of a sword being drawn from the room.

Then, there was another dull crash.

Zhou Dai glanced into the room and knelt on the ground with a thud, "Your Majesty, Concubine Jing... has passed away!"

As Zhou Dai finished speaking, all the imperial guards and Mu Shun knelt down.

Emperor Wen trembled all over and slowly turned his head.

However, Emperor Wen's head froze halfway.

After a moment, Emperor Wen closed his eyes in pain and slowly said, "Mu Shun!"

"The old slave is here."

Mu Shun choked up and spoke.

"Issue an order that the Ninth Prince Yun Wei, who has been plotting against the law, will be demoted to a commoner from today! Considering that he is young and ignorant and has been misled by others, he will be allowed to go to Tai Mausoleum to guard the tomb of the late emperor!"

"The status of Concubine Jing has been downgraded. According to the etiquette of a concubine, her coffin will be kept for three days and she will be buried in Qingyang Mountain!"

"All the maids and eunuchs in Qinxin Palace will be buried alive..."