The whole family died tragically? The eldest daughter is the most powerful in the capital after her

Marquis Yongliang frowned tightly, his heart full of doubts.

He really couldn't understand why his mother would have such an attitude at this time.

He knelt down again, pleading in his tone, "Mother, the emperor has sent people to arrest Lao Ba. If we can't hand him over, the entire Qi family will be finished. Please tell me where he is."

The old lady looked at the Yongliang Marquis, her eyes still indifferent: "I said, I don't know where he is. You can go all over the Marquis's mansion and continue to kneel there, but I really don't know anything."

Marquis Yongliang was shocked and even felt a sense of powerlessness he had never felt before.

The old lady's stubbornness and the disappearance of the eighth brother have left Yongliang Hou with nowhere to go. Now the future of the Qi family hangs by a thread. If they don't find him quickly, the whole family will be doomed.

In desperation, he could only come to his elder brother Qi Sijun's house with a lot of resentment.

Inside the house, Qi Sijun was sitting in the study, with a situation map of the capital and a report on recent court events spread out on the table.

He also heard about the affairs of the Qi family, and then heard the report about Qi Siyu's visit, and he already understood what was going on.

Qi Siyu walked in quickly, took a deep breath, and looked at Qi Sijun anxiously.

"Brother, I really have no other choice," Qi Siyu said anxiously as he sat down in front of Qi Sijun, his eyes filled with helplessness and anxiety.

"Mother is determined not to reveal the whereabouts of the Eighth Brother. The Emperor has begun to suspect us, and the imperial guards have searched the mansion thoroughly, but there is still no trace of the Eighth Brother. I am afraid that if we delay any further, the entire Qi family will be implicated!"

Qi Sijun raised his head, his face still calm as usual.

His gaze lingered on Qi Siyu's face for a moment, he sighed, and slowly spoke: "Mother has been protecting Old Eight from the beginning, so you must remain calm now and not let your emotions influence your judgment."

"Calm down?" Qi Siyu's voice was a little hurried, with a bit of anger, "Brother, this matter can't be delayed any longer! The disappearance of the eighth brother will sooner or later make the emperor realize that something is wrong with us. The Qi family... the Qi family can't go on like this!"

Qi Sijun frowned slightly, stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the sky in the distance.

The night was dark and the moonlight was faint, shining on his face, making him look a little desolate.

His voice was calm and slow: "We, the Qi family, have already made it clear that we will not protect the Eighth Brother, so now as long as we keep our composure and don't do anything out of line, the Emperor will not take action easily."

Qi Siyu frowned and said, "But...if Lao Ba really did something he shouldn't have done, are we just going to watch it?"

Qi Sijun shook his head and said more firmly, "Old Eight will show up sooner or later. He can't hide forever. It's better for us to wait and see and let him reveal his flaws."

Indeed, if we act rashly under the current circumstances, we may get into even greater trouble.

Instead of looking around, it’s better to wait for Lao Ba to show up on his own.

Qi Siyu finally nodded: "Brother, you are right."

The night was as dark as ink, but at this moment the lights in the Renwang Palace were bright.

Qi Sili was arranged to stay in a remote room in the mansion, and two guards at the door were watching him.

Qi Sili sat in the room with his hands clenched. On the surface, Prince Ren had arranged accommodation for him, but in reality he was putting him under house arrest.

At this moment, the lights in Prince Ren's study were dim. Prince Ren was wearing luxurious robes and had a calm expression, but his eyes were filled with gloomy calculations.

Several trusted aides stood behind him, silently waiting for instructions.

Soon, the third prince and Zhao Cezhi walked slowly into the study.

As soon as the third prince came in, his face was full of pride, as if he had already taken control of the overall situation.

He sat down casually, smiled and bowed to Prince Ren: "Uncle Wang, this time the matter of the Eighth House was handled very neatly. Now the Qi family is in a mess, and the Eighth House is in our hands. I'm afraid the Qi family will have a headache."

Prince Ren turned his gaze to Zhao Cezhi who was standing beside him: "Lord Zhao, what do you think?"

Zhao Cezhi bowed slightly, his expression calm, his tone calm: "Prince Ren, although the Qi family seems to be prosperous, it has long been vulnerable internally.

Especially after the first wife severed her relationship with the old lady, the foundation of the Qi family has been shaken, and Qi Sili happened to be the last straw that broke the camel's back, and he is still in our hands."

There was a glimmer of interest in Niuye's eyes, and he nodded: "Oh? What are your plans?"

There was a hint of calculation in Zhao Cezhi's eyes: "Qi Sili is now a sinner of the Qi family, and the emperor's trust in the Qi family is also shaken, but Qi Sili's death is the biggest blow to the Qi family."

"However, the key is whether Qi Sili died in the right place. Where he died is more important than how he died."

When Prince Ren heard this, his eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a bit of inquiry: "Where did he die?"

Zhao Cezhi's eyes flickered: "What if I die in Qi Sijun's courtyard?"

"If this matter is guided properly, the eldest branch of the Qi family might..."

The meaning behind this is self-evident.

Upon hearing this, the Third Prince's eyes flashed with excitement. He patted the table and laughed, "Great! What a brilliant plan! Once Qi Sili dies, the internal strife in the Qi family will be confirmed. Then the Emperor will have no choice but to take action!"

Lord Ni did not express his opinion immediately, but lowered his head and slowly tapped the table with his knuckles.

After a moment, he slowly raised his head and looked at Zhao Cezhi, with a gloomy smile on his face: "This is a very good plan. If Qi Sili really died in Qi Sijun's courtyard, then the Qi family's main branch will be completely finished."

"I'll leave this move to you, Lord Zhao."

Zhao Cezhi bowed deeply and replied respectfully, "I will definitely live up to your trust, Your Majesty."

The third prince seemed even more excited, with a smug smile on his face: "Zhao Cezhi, your plan this time is really brilliant! This prince wants to see if Qi Sijun can still sit on the Diaoyutai!"

He knew in his heart that if he could handle this matter well, then Prince Ren would truly trust him.

The next morning, the Qi family's main house was quiet. The morning sun had just risen into the sky, a breeze blew, and dewdrops sparkled on the petals in the courtyard.

As usual, the little maid prepared to go to the woodshed to get some firewood for the main house.

However, when she pushed open the door of the woodshed, the scene before her made her freeze instantly.

In the woodshed, Qi Sili's body was lying on the ground, his body covered in blood, his eyes wide open, as if he had died with his eyes open.

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the biting cold made the little maid's heart stop instantly.

"Ah--!" She screamed in horror, her voice piercing the tranquility of the early morning and cutting through the silent courtyard like a sharp sword.

The little maid lost consciousness in great fear, collapsed to the ground and fainted.