Wang Ye is a Demon

After Bai Ye finished speaking, the air was mysteriously quiet again. He carefully looked at the master in front of him, waiting for the master to speak.

"What do you mean?" Mo Jianchen was not tepid, making it hard to see if he was angry.

"His Royal Highness... Subordinates... Can't see..." Bai Ye responded cautiously, "If you disturb Your Highness, then your subordinates will leave... ."

As Bai Ye said, he turned around to leave the house.

"Wait." Mo Jianchen suddenly stopped Bai Ye.

"What else does your Highness give?" Bai Ye stopped, and asked respectfully from the side.

"Help this king put this well." Mo Jianchen took advantage of the situation and raised his hand, with a bowl in his hand - and he just didn't bother to put the bowl again, so he asked Bai Ye to put it for him.

"Okay." Bai Ye neatly took the bowl in Mo Jianchen's hand and placed it on the table.

The sound of the collision between the bowl and the table was transmitted into the air, gently and carefully.

"The subordinates retire first." Bai Ye said, then took two steps back.

"Stop." Mo Jianchen didn't look back, his tone was flat.

So Bai Ye came to Zhiyuan Pavilion just to see what Mo Jianchen and Gu Yining were doing? Did he forget the business?

"What else does your Highness give?" Bai Ye trembled, and immediately stopped. He bowed his head slightly, as if he had listened to Mo Jianchen's orders.

"So, what the **** did you come here today?" Mo Jianchen asked, a cold tone still looming in his tone.

Suddenly, Bai Ye remembered that he had come over to report something, but didn't want to be scared by Mo Jianchen's powerful aura, and forgot what he was going to say.

"It's nothing big..." Bai Ye knew each other. From Bai Ye's point of view, Mo Jianchen had only two big things. One was fighting for reserve, and the other was... the Eighth Princess in front of him In saying this, I am afraid that after saying something now, Mo Jianchen and Gu Yining will be swept away.

Mo Jianchen looked back, staring straight at Bai Ye with his scrutiny eyes. Since there is nothing serious, what are you doing here?

"There is no need to deliberately tell the king that it's okay to avoid suspicion."

After Mo Jianchen finished speaking, Bai Ye thought about it for a moment, and finally said: "It's about the murder of the Eighth Princess on the birthday of the Queen Mother."

After speaking, Mo Jianchen's heart was tense. Since Gu Yining was killed, he has been guarding Gu Yining's side and ordered Bai Ye to investigate the matter, but the matter was too tricky. No audio.

Mo Jianchen could easily guess who the perpetrators would be-among the people in the Eight Princes' Mansion and the palace, who hoped that Gu Yining would disappear into this world, he knew better than anyone else, but there is no certainty now. Evidence to prove that the poison was hers.

"Isn't this a big deal?" Mo Jianchen frowned slightly, and although there was no sullen expression in his eyes, he was not angry.

"..." Bai Ye was speechless for a while, and the next second, he knelt on the ground, bowed his head as if he was a sinner, "Your subordinate knows his mistake, please punish him."

"Okay, the king punished you to fetch the herbs on the table for this king." Mo Jianchen said calmly. Bai Ye has followed him for many years, sincerely following him, and has made a lot of contributions. How could Mo Jianchen be willing to be true To punish him.

After speaking, Bai Ye immediately handed the bowl of fried herbs on the table to Mo Jianchen's hands.

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"Tell the king what you know." Mo Jianchen took the herbal medicine in Bai Ye's hand, scooped up a spoonful of soup medicine, and blew gently on his mouth.

"The subordinates found the maids who danced to the Eighth Princess on that day. One of the maids told the subordinates that she saw a silver needle dropped from the ground on the Empress Dowager's birthday." After Bai Ye finished speaking, she lifted it up. He turned his head and looked at Mo Jianchen in front of him.

Mo Jianchen turned his back to Bai Ye, he blew the medicine and handed the spoon containing the medicine to Gu Yining's mouth. He listened to Bai Ye's words, but his eyes never looked away from Gu Yining: "Continue."

"She said she didn't think much about it at that time. After all, the needle was on the ground, but unexpectedly, after the Eighth Princess stepped on it, the needle disappeared, and then the Eighth Princess' feet began to bleed."

"Then why didn't she tell everyone in time?" There was a chill in Mo Jianchen's eyes. If she had told the matter earlier, Gu Yining would not have been hurt so badly.

"She thought it wouldn't be a big problem. After all, it was just a needle, but she didn't expect the Eighth Queen to fall to the ground..."

When Bai Ye talk was over, standing beside Mo Jianchen, he dared not say a word of extra words.

"Then she can see who lost the needle?" Mo Jianchen looked serious, as long as he found out who lost the needle, it would be just around the corner to catch the messenger behind the scenes.

"Return your Highness, no." Bai Ye said regretfully.

The simple words are like throwing a stone on the calm water, followed by ripples, and finally disappearing on the water, sinking into the sea.

The clue is so broken.

Mo Jianchen sighed softly. He knew the contents that the maid dictated. Silver stings are things in the demon world. How could they be the same as ordinary silver needles in the world? It's just that if you can't catch who the needle is, if you can't catch anyone, you can't follow the vine and find out the real culprit.

"Understood, you go down first." Mo Jianchen looked calm, his heart ripples constantly, but he didn't show up at all.

Gu Yining sat there, watching Bai Ye walk out of Zhiyuan Pavilion.

Then, another spoonful of soup medicine was handed to her mouth, and the bitter taste penetrated her nose. The herbs that Mo Jianchen had fed were clearly healing herbs, but in Gu Yining’s eyes, this was not the same A deadly poison is no different-who would take a sip of the medicinal soup?

This is herbal medicine! It’s not soup! ! !

At this moment, Mo Jianchen handed a spoonful of soup medicine. She would never open her mouth to drink it. Because Bai Ye was here before, she couldn't bear to disturb Mo Jianchen doing things, so she had to take a mouthful and gritted her teeth. Endure the suffering and drink it.

Now that Bai Ye is gone, she doesn't need to bear it anymore.

"What's the matter?" Mo Jianchen asked with concern when seeing Gu Yining stop drinking.

"Bitterness, I don't want to drink it." Gu Yining said bluntly. She really didn't want to drink a mouthful. For such a bitter thing, one more mouthful might kill her.

"Good." Mo Jianchen was reluctant and unforgiving, after all, there were so many soup medicines in the bowl, it would be a waste not to drink.

Gu Yining frowned slightly, but her mouth was closed tightly—even if Mo Jianchen used something to pry, she would not open her mouth.

I thought that Mo Jianchen would continue to persuade her to drink the medicine, but didn't want him to drink the medicine from the bowl in one gulp.

"Why do you drink it all..."

Before she finished speaking, her big hand supported her back of her head, a force gently leaned her body forward, and there was a softness on the lips immediately, and her brain went blank for a moment. She hasn't waited for her to react. The warm soup was poured into her mouth.