I didn't expect you to be such a white moonlight

"Your Majesty, how do you explain this letter?" The imperial concubine directly took out a brocade handkerchief from her bosom.

"What is this? Show it to me."

After Degui got the order, he trotted down quickly, took the brocade handkerchief from the imperial concubine and empress, and ran back.

"This is a letter to the Twelfth Prince found in Concubine Shu's Palace. From the letter, it can be seen that Concubine Shu still hoped that the Twelfth Prince would return to the palace to clean up her grievances. How could it happen in just a few days?" Then she changed her mind? If her death was really voluntary, what was the threat?"

"Joke! Who in this palace can threaten her?" In fact, Emperor Anping knew that things were not that simple, but he just didn't want to admit it.Because in this sensitive period, Concubine Shu, who has been silent all the time, is the best scapegoat.As the saying goes, "You can never wake up a person who pretends to be asleep", this is what it means.

At this time, An Peirong, who had been silent since just now, spoke up, "Father, my son still has evidence to prove that Concubine Shu is innocent."

"What evidence do you have?" Emperor Anping looked at his daughter whom he usually loved, and couldn't help feeling disgusted for no reason.Still not as good as your brother, at least your brother has always been obedient and sensible, will share my worries, will not be so angry with me, and will not know what is good or bad.

An Peirong is so smart, she saw the look in Emperor Anping's eyes, and knew that there was a gap between this good father and emperor, but there were some things she had to do.

"Concubine Shu was hanged on the tree in the yard, wasn't she?"

"Yes."

"Then dare to ask my father, my wife is a girl who doesn't know martial arts, how did she fly up to the crooked neck tree that is twice as tall as her?"

"This...maybe it is assisted by stools." "Then may I ask Father, did you see any stools at the scene?"

"..." Emperor Anping turned his head to look at Degui.

Degui complained endlessly in his heart, so he could only bite the bullet and answer, "This...back to Your Majesty, the scene is empty, and no stool was found."

"Then when the accident happened, were there other palace people in the empress's palace?"

"This...not at all."

"That's right. Father, could it be that after the empress hanged herself, her soul came down and removed the stool on the ground to frame her?"

Obviously impossible, everyone present knew that.

This is ridiculous.

But Emperor Anping still didn't want to admit it, he looked at An Peirong coldly, and after a while, he said, "Is there such a good thing in the world that makes me believe that Concubine Shu is innocent just based on your one-sided words? "

"Father!" An Peirong wanted to say something more, but Emperor Anping waved his hand, "Let's stop here. It's good for everyone when the dust settles." After finishing speaking, he walked away, making it clear that he didn't want to care about it thing.

"Father!!!" An Peirong hurriedly got up from the steps and wanted to chase after him, but An Peizhao who was beside him grabbed her tightly, "Sister, it's useless. Who can understand the decision made by the father?" Turn it around?"

Let's talk about An Peizhao, who used to be such a lively and outgoing person who dared to say anything, but since her youngest son fell down the steps and fell to his death a few months ago, he has become passive and introverted.

The imperial concubine felt sorry for the only daughter, and took her into the palace to take care of her. After these few months, she was still dying like this.This time, I didn't plan to call her, but after An Peizhao heard about it, he was going to come, so he could only change from two people to three people.

"Zhaoer, do you know something?"

"Ghost, it was a ghost that killed my son." An Peizhao stared blankly at something, but he looked more like a ghost.

The imperial concubine shook her head helplessly, this child is talking nonsense again.

"Okay, okay, concubine mother will take you back." He was about to help her up, secretly blaming himself for not taking her out, which made people feel stimulated again.

From this day onwards, everyone in the palace kept silent about Concubine Shu's death, except for An Peizhao who occasionally chanted a few words of "ghost", everyone also had the right to think that she was talking crazy and didn't take it seriously.

Therefore, Concubine Shu was buried in such a strange atmosphere in a low-key manner, instead of being buried in the imperial tomb, Emperor Anping randomly allocated a piece of land for her beside her, which became his final resting place.

When An Qinwu, who was far away in the war zone, heard the news, his eyes went dark and he almost couldn't stand up.

He clasped the back of the tiger leather seat tightly with his hands, and said in a hoarse voice, "What did you say? Say it again..."

"Concubine Shu is dead."

"..." The visitor calmly repeated what he said just now without any color, completely crushing his sanity, and a string in his mind was broken.

"Mother Concubine!!!" He let go of the tiger-skin seat and knelt heavily facing the north.

When the knee hit the floor, there was a loud sound, and everyone was startled.

"Your Highness, my condolences and condolences."

"My concubine... how did she die?" An Qinwu asked with his head bowed on the ground, and he straightened up after a while.

The person who came to report the letter was startled by the sharpness in his eyes, "Deng Deng Deng" took a few steps back, calmed down, and replied, "Ms. Concubine Shu committed suicide by herself..."

"Suicide? How could my mother and concubine commit suicide?! What happened?!" An Qinwu jumped up and grabbed the man by the collar.

"This, this, this, the little one doesn't know! The little one is, is a reporter!"

"..." An Qinwu let go of his hand, "you can go."

When he was imprisoned for a long time, he didn't know what happened to Luodu, especially the great changes in his mother.He didn't know that his mother had been imprisoned, nor did he know what kind of life his mother lived in the palace.

And during the days when he regained his freedom, he never thought of caring about it, nor did he think about why the letter sent to the palace never answered.

He is not a dutiful son.

At this moment, An Qinwu really felt the pain and regret, and very eagerly hoped to fly back to Luodu.

What's even more hateful is that he couldn't even attend his mother's burying ceremony in time.

What happened to his mother?Why did the emperor want to deprive her of her concubine position and let her be buried in a full capacity?Even the imperial mausoleum is not allowed to enter.

Everything is waiting for him to go back and untie it.

So that day, he packed everything up and prepared to go back alone. He wanted to go back and ask for clarification.

When Ji Huaimo learned about this, he sent someone to knock him out and tie him back to Yutian.

"If you go back now, it's just a waste of your life. You don't have anything on your body to prove your identity. It's as easy for them to kill you as to kill a commoner. Let's go back and say that you have died on the battlefield."