The Lady of the Red Chamber

Princess Huining obviously ran in a hurry, took a big sip of tea from Daiyu's hand, calmed down, and said: "Just now the second concubine complained in front of the emperor's grandfather, saying that cousin Ze was sick and bedridden a while ago. It was the poisonous hand of Rouping. The grandfather was furious, and even wanted to take away Rouping's posthumous title. It was a coincidence that the aunt came and persuaded the grandfather. But even so, the grandfather still used Rouping Using Huanyang grass to harm you, saying that Rouping is not worthy of this princess. In short, as soon as the news got back to the father and the little emperor uncle, they immediately entered the palace and went to the father to express their feelings."

Daiyu's slender eyebrows frowned: "How could it be? Didn't the Second Emperor's grandson get sick half a year ago? Is there any relationship with Princess Rouping?"

Princess Huining sat down, shook her head, and thumped the table with her fists: "I don't know. But it's just that Jiatai wants to be a moth and drag Rouping into the water."

Yun Qinghuo doesn't care about the course of the matter, she only cares about the result: "What does Your Majesty say now?"

Princess Huining continued to shake her head, took a deep breath, and tried to use the cold autumn wind to calm the burning anger in her heart: "Father, the emperor ordered the Zong Zhengsi to investigate this matter strictly. If it is true... I am afraid that even the imperial mausoleum in Rouping will be closed." There is no way to enter, and I can only be a lonely ghost behind my back, with no one to support, no one to worship, and I am afraid that I will not be able to enjoy the incense anymore."

Because of Daiyu's good mood, Yun Qingxuan was instantly ruined by this incident.

With her head down, she couldn't help cursing in a low voice: "This Princess Jiatai is really a shit-stirring stick, and he refuses to stop. Can't we let everyone have a peaceful life for a few days?"

Because the voice was too low, Princess Huining didn't hear it, so she raised her eyes and asked, "Slowly, what did you say?"

Yun Qing slowly shook her head: "It's nothing."

How could she let Lin Daiyu and Princess Huining hear such vulgar words: "Have you found out anything now?"

"Not yet." Princess Huining was also a little annoyed: "Father gave Zong Zhengsi a three-day time limit. If there is no result in three days, I'm afraid he will be convicted directly."

Yun Qinghuan and Lin Daiyu looked at each other and took a breath at the same time.

None of them are fools.His Majesty's move basically determined that he wanted to win the title of Princess Rouping.The so-called Zong Zhengsi is probably just a cover to appease the clan.

Daiyu suppressed the coldness in her heart, her slender jade hands tightly hugged the small, vigorously burning stove, and said calmly towards Yun: "Cousin, it's getting late, I'll go back first today."

His Majesty's move will definitely cause turmoil in the court.She must go back to the house quickly, so that she can listen to what her father said.

Yun Qinghuan didn't leave her behind, and nodded slightly: "Thank you cousin for coming to the house to play with me today. Next time I will come to the door to thank you."

Princess Huining came here just to tell Yun Qing about reconciling Lin Daiyu.Seeing that they all had gaps in their chests, they also felt relieved: "It's fine if you succeed, I'll go back home first."

In the evening, everyone in Zhen Guohou's mansion gathered together.

Zhen Guohou and Yun Zhengran sat at the top, looking at the juniors below.After a long time, Zhen Guohou knocked on the table and asked, "What do you think about this matter?"

Yun Qingyu first said: "Daddy, Second Uncle, I think this is just a trial by the Second Prince's House."

Zhen Guohou looked at his son: "Why?"

"The posthumous title of Princess Rouping was invited by the eleventh prince. If the posthumous title is taken away, wouldn't it mean that the eleventh prince has no sacred heart. This will also be a heavy blow to the sixth prince's lineage. "

Zhen Guohou stroked his beard, obviously very satisfied with Yun Qingyu's remarks.He looked at Yun Qingchi again: "What do you think of Chi'er?"

Yun Qingchi smiled inscrutably, rubbing his fingers against the armrest: "My child has a different opinion."