After rebirth, she turned around and married the emperor's uncle and tore the scumbag apart

Xiao Yu led Yun Ting to the bedroom.

Stepping into the bedroom, Yun Ting stood quietly outside the screen, waiting for Xiao Yu's instructions.

At this moment, the room was quiet. Xiao Yu strode towards the bed.

Yunting stared at the exquisite auspicious cloud screen in front of him, holding his breath, afraid to make the slightest sound and disturb the tranquility.

Under the lotus-colored silk quilt, Su Lingyue curled up quietly and fell into a deep sleep.

The thick, curly eyelashes like butterfly wings gently cover the fair cheeks, making her look very adorable.

Xiao Yu slowly sat down beside the agarwood bed, looking at her sleeping, his eyes full of pity.

Although he was filled with reluctance, his slightly cold big hands gently stroked Su Lingyue's face and called softly, trying to wake her up.

"Yue'er! Yue'er!"

After being called several times, Su Lingyue opened her eyes drowsily and whispered coquettishly, "Prince, I'm so sleepy, let me sleep a little longer."

After saying that, she held Xiao Yu's hand that was caressing her face and closed her eyes again.

Although Xiao Yu was reluctant to disturb her sweet dream, he still had to wake her up, "Dear Yue'er, I have something to ask you, it's urgent."

Hearing Xiao Yu's gentle but somewhat hurried voice, Su Lingyue opened her eyes and asked with sleepiness still in her eyes, "My Lord, what's wrong?"

Xiao Yu frowned slightly and asked, "Did you use a dagger to kill Princess Chaohua's horse on the street that day?"

"Yeah." Su Lingyue responded, looking at Xiao Yu's serious expression, she asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"Where's the dagger?"

"It was covered in blood. I lost it."

Seeing Xiao Yu frowning and looking serious, Su Lingyue felt a little nervous, "My Lord, what's wrong?"

Noticing Su Lingyue's nervousness, Xiao Yu slowed down his tone and asked in a gentle voice, "Where did you lose it?"

“After they left, I just threw it on the street”

Xiao Yu said nothing more, frowned and lowered his eyes, lost in thought.

Looking at his expression, Su Lingyue realized what had happened and asked, "My Lord, what happened?"

Xiao Yu said softly: "Princess Chaohua is dead, and the murder weapon was that dagger."

"What?" Su Lingyue's face was full of shock and astonishment.

She realized the seriousness of the matter, but still found it absurd, "How could this happen? Is there something wrong?"

Xiao Yu held her hand and comforted her gently, "Don't be afraid, Yue'er. I will have someone investigate this matter thoroughly. But do you remember what the man who sold you the dagger looked like? And are there any marks or marks on the dagger?"

"I..." Su Lingyue was so shocked that her mind was in a mess for a moment.

Xiao Yu held her hand and soothed her gently, "Don't panic, Yue'er, think about it slowly."

His voice was low and gentle, sounding like a cool summer breeze, soothing Su Lingyue's inner anxiety.

Su Lingyue's heart gradually calmed down. She lowered her eyes and began to recall what happened that day in her mind.

After a moment, Su Lingyue had an image of the dagger and the person selling it in her mind.

She said to Xiao Yu with certainty: "Your Majesty, the dagger has no marks or marks."

"How is the condition of the dagger?"

“It looks new.”

Xiao Yu's frown relaxed and he said gently, "Very good, Yue'er, can you draw the appearance of the man who sold the dagger?"

"Okay." Su Lingyue nodded firmly.

Xiao Yu turned his head to Yun Ting outside the screen and ordered, "Bring me some writing brush and ink."

Yun Ting responded and turned to leave the bedroom.

Holding the pen and ink, Yun Ting knocked on the door and said in a deep voice: "Prince, Princess, the pen and ink are here."

"Come in." Xiao Yu said.

When he entered, Su Lingyue was already dressed neatly and sitting in front of the dressing table.

Xiao Yu took a white jade hairpin and tied Su Lingyue's long, black and shiny hair loosely into a bun, making her look lazy and casual.

Su Lingyue looked at herself in the mirror, curled her lips in satisfaction, then stood up and walked towards the table with Xiao Yu.

Realizing his own gaffe, Yun Ting withdrew his gaze and neatly placed the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table.

Su Lingyue walked to the table, her bright and charming face was tense, and in her slender white hands, the wolf-hair brush drew smooth lines on the paper.

Inside the Qinzheng Hall, the emperor was listening to the crown prince and officials from the Ministry of Rites reporting on the preparations for the birthday banquet.

"Report!"

Eunuch Wan ran into the palace with small steps and a slight bend in his waist, and reported in a hurry, "Your Majesty, the commander of the imperial guards, Han Feng, wants to see you for an urgent matter!"

The conversation was interrupted, and the emperor, who was in high spirits, asked with an unhappy look on his face: "What's the matter?"

Eunuch Wan knew that he had displeased the emperor, but since Commander Han said that he had urgent matters, he did not dare to delay and replied cautiously: "Your Majesty, Commander Han said that something happened in the inn!"

When the emperor heard this, his brows furrowed tightly and he had a bad feeling in his heart.

Just a Japanese envoy died. Japan has repeatedly provoked on the border. So it’s dead, so who will die this time!

The emperor felt that his good mood was gone, and a layer of ice seemed to have formed on his majestic face. "One or two of you don't want me to celebrate this birthday?"

As if he was not satisfied, he pounded the table hard again, making a "bang" sound.

The three people in the room were silent.

Xiao Changshi curled his lips almost imperceptibly, then restrained his expression, glanced at the emperor, and cautiously tested: "Father, the matter of the inn can be big or small, and Commander Han also knows his limits. He must have something urgent to come here in such a hurry."

After hearing what Xiao Changshi said, the emperor put away most of his anger and waved his hand, "Let him in!"

Eunuch Wan responded, took three steps back, and turned to call Han Feng.

Han Feng, dressed in armor, strode in, knelt on one knee, clasped his hands and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, there was another assassination in the inn last night. Princess Chaohua of Xiliang was seriously injured and has died!"

"What!" The emperor was furious and slammed his hand on the table.

Nowadays, Xiliang and Daning have frequent trade exchanges. Under his rule, they have been on good terms for more than 20 years. The sudden death of the Princess of Xiliang, if not handled properly, the two countries may very likely become enemies and the war will break out again.

"Didn't I ask you to lead the imperial guards to protect the mansion? What's going on?!"

The emperor stared at Han Feng with sharp and cold eyes, like a hunting eagle.

Han Feng lowered his head and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, when we were on duty last night, we saw a dark shadow next to the inn, and the imperial guards chased after it. Who would have thought it was a trick to lure the tiger away from the mountain? When they came back, something had already happened in the inn!"

The emperor asked angrily, "Why are you reporting last night's incident now?"

Han Feng said: "Princess Chaohua was still alive after the accident. I took my men to look for doctors all over the city. However, for some reason, all the doctors in the capital were away last night. Finally, I had no choice but to find Doctor He who lived nearby to treat the princess. However, the murderer was too cruel, and Doctor He was unable to save her!"

As soon as the emperor heard it, he knew that this was a pre-planned plan to put the envoy to death.

This is to cause chaos in his Daning.

It seems that the assassin does not intend to let him have a good birthday!

His country will never allow others to covet it!

The emperor slammed his hands on the table, "Investigate! Search the entire capital to find the assassin!"

Han Feng said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, there is already a suspect."

"Who is it?" the emperor asked coldly.

"Princess Su. The murder weapon belongs to Princess Su!" Han Feng replied, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised at an angle that the emperor couldn't see.