after i found out my new wife was a man

In the end, in the palace hall, besides He Yaoqing, there were also all the civil and military officials who heard the news and rushed to see him.

As for why the ministers of civil and military affairs gathered together in such a timely manner, of course He Yaoqing's handwriting was indispensable. This palace is not small, but it seems a bit crowded with so many people staying together.

When He Yaoqing entered the palace, the noisy palace fell silent for an instant, and all eyes focused on the young man who walked in slowly.

This man has a handsome figure, a face like a crown jade, temples like a spring breeze, and an astonishing air. His overly gorgeous and thick eyebrows and eyes are suppressed by a monk's robe and demeanor, but instead he shows a kind of nobility that is beyond the ordinary.

And between the corners of the eyes and the tip of the brows, it is clearly resembling the deceased queen.

He Yaoqing didn't seem to feel the gaze projected from all directions at all, and even the curvature of the corners of his mouth remained the same, he approached directly, and his etiquette was unmistakable: "The grassroots refer to the emperor."

As he spoke, he looked up at Emperor Jing Ren who was sitting high on the dragon chair.

It was only yesterday that the two of them met last time, but it was very different, but He Yaoqing still remembered how long he had waited for this day, the day when he could stand here dignifiedly.

Emperor Jing Ren stared at him closely, his eyes were sour without blinking, no matter how shocked or unbelievable, the facts were naked in front of him.

He looked at the man's facial features, and his taller and handsomer figure than ordinary men, and felt his surroundings spinning, his voice was trembling: "Since you already know your identity, why do you still call yourself a grassroots?"

He Yaoqing's face was calm: "In the past 19 years, Caomin has never regarded himself as a prince, but he has been guided by Xuanming Living Buddhism to travel around the world, and he feels that foreign things are not enough. This time, he came here just to follow the will of the Living Buddha , but the enemy bandits are ferocious, and the country is unstable.”

One mouthful of "Living Buddha", both "will" and "only", is it to show how much destiny you belong to!Emperor Jing Ren was so angry that his hands were shaking, and he was almost unable to utter a complete sentence.

But he didn't believe it, but some people believed it. Hearing this, an official immediately said: "Your Majesty, I believe that the identity of the prince should be confirmed first. If the evidence is convincing, then other matters should be discussed."

The rest of the ministers agreed one after another. He Yaoqing hid the sarcasm in his eyes, and Shi Kong next to him stepped forward and said, "The material evidence and witness evidence have been handed over to the Minister of Dali Temple, and they are investigating in the side hall. There are twists and turns. It will come to light."

And it has been more than half an hour since Emperor Jingren sent people to Shanquan Temple and handed over the witnesses and material evidence to Dali Temple at the same time, and the time is almost the same.

Dali Siqing is a middle-aged man with a white face and no beard. At this time, his face is flushed, and he raised the book in his hand above his head: "Your Majesty! The handwriting of the former queen and the seal of the phoenix are true. After comparison, the handwriting of the imperial concubine and Master Xuanming is also true. That court lady was surnamed Wu, she used to be the great court lady next to the noble concubine, and the calendar shows that she is dead, and she has also explained how to get out of the palace, she clearly wrote it down, and I hope the Holy Majesty will take a look."

As for the specific process, it is related to the face of the royal family. Of course, it cannot be said in full, but it is enough.

As soon as Dali Siqing's voice fell, the hall suddenly boiled up, and Emperor Jingren listened to the words in his ear, looked at the brochure presented in front of him, and felt that his eyes were dark and he couldn't see anything clearly.

At this time, the Minister of the Ministry of Rites stood up again and said: "Your Majesty, I think that in order to fully confirm the identity of His Highness, you need to recognize your relatives with blood."

And if you want to complete the ceremony of blood recognition on this hall, in front of the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty, no one can fake it, and no one can deny it anymore.

Emperor Jing Ren looked at the minister kneeling on the ground begging for orders, and could only agree.

The jade bowl was presented, and the blood was scarlet and splashed into the water. Under the eyes of everyone, the two drops of blood slowly merged into one.

When the dust settled and the truth finally came to light, all the ministers were overjoyed, knelt down and shouted: "Congratulations to the Holy Majesty, congratulations to Your Highness, it is really a blessing for the great cause of the country."

He Yaoqing took the white handkerchief, wiped the blood off his hands slowly, and finally raised his head, smiling at Emperor Jing Ren but not reaching his eyes, full of blatant disdain and irony.

But Emperor Jingren finally couldn't hold it anymore, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

When everyone panicked, Shi Kong spoke, his voice was not loud, but the whole hall could hear him: "When the mountains and rivers are at the end of the day, the willows are dark and the flowers are bright. No matter how happy your majesty is, you must take care of the dragon's body."

Who can pick the wrong point in these words, the first prince was abolished, the third prince died, and the fourth prince was disabled. Originally, the dragon heir was withered and the country was unstable, but the sudden appearance of the prince would not make people "overjoyed" ".

What's more, He Yaoqing was originally the son of the empress, the eldest son of Daqian, and the future crown prince, so God bless Daqian?

Emperor Jing Ren's breath was weak and his voice was hoarse: "What's your name?"

He Yaoqing had a gentle smile, and his whole body was filled with an admirable demeanor: "He Yiqing."

The sky is getting dark gradually, there is no wind today, but the sun has not dissipated, as if it can be frozen in time and will never dissipate again.

The other [-] or so monks from Shanquan Temple have already returned to the temple, surrounded by soldiers, they are called guards, but they are actually guards.But the monks were all calm, still reciting the scriptures in a low voice, and above their heads was the ever-merciful Buddha.

In the Marquis of Wu'an's mansion, officials from Dali Temple came to take away the body of the "false princess".

Xie Lingyu stopped them forcefully. He was dressed in plain clothes, his face was even more pale, and his eyes were reddish, making people wonder if he had cried before: "My wife is Guchu, even if he is not the eldest princess, I will still marry Wu'anhou in a dignified way." The wife of the mansion is the wife of me, Xie Linghe, so I will not obey."

Even if "He Yaoqing" is no longer the eldest princess, she is still a high-ranking wife. With Xie Lingyu's tough attitude, even Dali Temple can't just treat her as a sinner and drag her away.

And the crime is even bigger, but it is pretending to be the heir of the emperor, which is really treasonous. Before they came, they only thought that the people in the Marquis of Wu'an's mansion would not even have time to get rid of them, so why would they want to stay?So I stayed where I was for a while, not knowing what to say.

Seeing them like this, Xie Linghe sighed, and said in a compromised way: "But this matter is very important, if you adults want to examine the corpse, you can go there, and don't mention taking it to Dali Temple."

The officials looked at each other and had to agree.

And the final result is of course not wrong, this person is indeed the fake eldest princess, and she did hang herself to death.

Xie Linghe sent them out of the mansion, but when he turned around, he staggered, as if he was extremely sad and weak.

The door was slowly closed, and the huge Marquis of Wu'an Mansion was covered with plain colors, and the attendants who came and went had sad faces, which seemed out of place on this day when the whole world should celebrate together.

And within the imperial palace and harem, there is the Yikun Palace.

Concubine Yi was dressed in a complicated palace robe, but the gold hairpin on her head was skewed, and the tear stains left long marks on her originally delicate makeup, her pretentious appearance was no longer present, and she looked extremely embarrassed.

There were no palace servants around her for a long time, only the guards standing at the door, everyone knew that she was powerless.

But the noble concubine Keyi still shouted, with a sharp voice: "Come here! I want to see the emperor! Your majesty... Your concubine is wronged, my concubine is wronged!" She shouted hoarsely, but in the empty palace, only Her own echo, her voice gradually weakened, leaving only desperate sobs and gasps.

Suddenly, a figure appeared at the door. Concubine Yi quickly looked up, but then lowered her head hopelessly—it was the abandoned prince He Mingrui.

He Mingrui lost a lot of weight, and the faces of both mother and son were equally haggard. He squatted down, looked at the "mother" who was kneeling on the ground, and only smiled for a long while.

This sound seemed to ignite Concubine Yi: "What are you laughing at?! You are still laughing at this time! If it weren't for you—"

"——If it wasn't for you, how could I be in this situation? Look at you, what you can do. If it wasn't for me, do you think you could be the crown prince? Ah, wrong, your son has already Being abolished, it should be 'used to be a prince', right?"

He Mingrui said these words, but his voice didn't fluctuate, on the contrary, it made people feel a bit chilly. Concubine Yi trembled all over, and raised her head in astonishment, as if seeing him for the first time.

This made He Mingrui feel happy: "What? Didn't you always say that since you were a child? Did I say something wrong?"

Concubine Yi's face lost all color: "You go and beg the Holy Majesty to let him come to see me..."

"Have you not recognized the reality yet?" He Mingrui straightened up and looked at the guards outside the door, "The evidence is solid, the emperor doesn't want to see you, 'murder the emperor's heir', do you know what will happen?"

Concubine Yi broke down in tears: "No, I don't have it. The letter was indeed written by me, but the queen already knew it before I did it! I was wronged..."

He Mingrui raised his eyebrows slightly, expressing his disbelief.

Seeing him like this, Concubine Yi's sobbing gradually stopped, and finally she became expressionless, probably because she knew that the emperor had completely given up on her, and she would never live, but she slowly laughed, matching her spending a lot of money. The makeup on his face was weirdly like a lunatic.

She had lived in the deep palace for decades, and was the only imperial concubine after the death of the empress. How could she not know all kinds of secrets.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty! You have caused misery to your concubine—" She drew her voice out, looking like she was insane, "After decades in the palace, who wants the empress to die the most, and who doesn't want her to give birth? Son, apart from us, it is you, Your Majesty—"

He Mingrui quickly covered her mouth, his face turned pale: "You are crazy! How dare you make up such a lie!"

"Who says it's fake? The queen's surname is Xie. The emperor doesn't want her to give birth to a son, and he won't let her son become the heir apparent." Concubine Yi put her head next to his ear, her voice was soft and her breath was cold, " As for you, if it wasn't for the Qingyuan family behind this palace, do you think you can become the crown prince?"

After she finished speaking, she laughed loudly, hysterical and embarrassed.

And He Mingrui stood there blankly, as if his brain had been hit by some sharp weapon, and there was a stabbing pain in the chaotic dizziness, and it took a long time before he managed to regain a trace of clarity.

It turned out to be the case.

He Mingrui slowly squatted on the ground, his eyes were red.

It turned out that he had always been the best candidate for the crown prince in his father's heart, and it turned out that his father would never let He Yaoqing be the crown prince.

It's ridiculous that he has always regarded He Yaoqing as a thorn in his side, and even went to cooperate with Beidi, and now he has come to this fate.

He Mingrui looked back, and suddenly realized that he was nothing but a joke.

But outside the palace, the sky is clear and the wind is bright, the moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and tomorrow will definitely be an excellent weather.

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Today's second update, there will be another update later.