1825 Chapter 1824 of “Quickly Traveling [Jade Body Exposed]”

A woman disguises herself as a prince and a man disguises himself as a concubine [Seventy-Nine] Ending

Li Xin walked towards the edge of the bed step by step and looked at the thin and thin third prince lying on the bed, who was the same as her mother.

She gritted her teeth.

Concubine Ying followed her, with a little excitement in her eyes. She didn’t care about these brothers and sisters, they were not her biological flesh and blood.

Probably the price of rebirth was that she could no longer have children.

They are the chess pieces in her hands, the sharp blades she uses to ascend to the throne. They can be used to eliminate enemies, or they can be abandoned at will.

They couldn’t resist.

This is the meaning of the existence of the weak.

The pearl hairpin in Li Xin’s hand was pressed against the side of the third prince’s neck, and his weak pulse was still undulating under his skin.

Just when Concubine Ying thought she was going to stab her, she suddenly stopped.

Concubine Ying frowned and was about to speak when she was interrupted in advance by Li Xin:

“Mother concubine,”

Her faint voice came,

“You are so smart that you are almost a demon. You have played tricks on everyone in the world. Have you ever thought about what will happen to you if you die one day?”

Concubine Ying’s heart skipped a beat:

“What do you mean?”

She took a step back unconsciously.

Li Xin held the pearl hairpin and turned around, but in the blink of an eye, the fear, uneasiness, and shrinkage on her face had all dissipated.

She looked at Concubine Ying:

“Mother, you have misjudged me.”

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Ning Shuyao rushed straight into the palace.

What he didn’t expect was that the place was already full of people.

In addition to the palace servants and imperial guards, the imperial concubine, Duke Wei, and even his sister were all present.

And the emperor.

Duke Wei didn’t seem surprised to see him entering, and just said to the emperor:

“Yao’er is young after all, but still reckless.”

The emperor waved his hand indifferently and said with emotion:

“You should be like this when you are young. Yao’er did a great job, so there is no need to blame him.”

Even though he knew his identity and was related to the emperor in front of him, Ning Shuyao still didn’t want to face him.

After all, he never forgot his mother.

If he had not been able to save his mother in the first place, her mother would not have been poisoned by He Lianying, and would have been expelled from the house. In the end, she lost her life in vain.

Ning Shuyao did not look at the emperor, but lowered his eyes and saluted, then ignored him and anxiously asked Wei Guo justice:

“What about her?!”

Almost as soon as he learned the truth, he rushed over on horseback regardless of Jiang Yang’s wounds, fearing that Li Xin had an accident.

Before Duke Wei could answer, the imperial concubine spoke first:

“She’s inside, just take her out.”

They were delayed in taking action because they had to wait for Ning Shuyao to come first due to the letter delivered by Li Xin.

The door of the secret room has been opened wide, and the sunlight outside is just right, but it can’t shine in at all. The passage is dark and dark, like a bottomless abyss.

The news was given by Li Xin, which naturally meant that nothing happened to her, but no one present knew what she had done.

There was a series of bloody footprints snaking beside the door of the secret room. They were not yet dry, and they looked very suspicious of Ruan people.

Ning Shuyao’s breath froze, and he quickly crossed the footprints, walked through the long and narrow path, turned the corner, and suddenly saw the light in front of him.

He paused slightly.

There were large blood stains on the ground, and even in the dim light, he saw Concubine Ying lying in a pool of blood, with a hairpin stuck in her neck, her eyes wide open, eyes wide open.

She arched her hands and turned her fingers into claws, wanting to grab her killer tightly before she died, full of reluctance.

He ignored Concubine Ying’s body and walked to the other side of the bed.

Li Xin collapsed on the ground.

Her sleeves had been torn, and there were hideous and dazzling blood marks on her white arms.

Hearing Ning Shuyao’s footsteps, she slowly turned her head. The sweat on her face was mixed with blood, her hair was messy, and she was in a state of embarrassment.

She opened her mouth, her eyes were blank and empty, and she stopped talking.

Ning Shuyao took off her cloak, wrapped it around her cold and trembling body, and held her in his arms:

“I killed her, not you.”

“Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”