yard.
Ji Shuchen stared at the "bracelet" on Ji Caiyan's hand for a long time.
I didn't believe it was Qinglong.
The kind of dragon embroidered on the dragon robe.
There is probably a big difference between the varieties, so they are not the same type! Just imagine, his father has a little green snake embroidered on his body, and he has to say that he is the right one.
Ghost letter! Ji Caiyan ignored her father's questioning gaze, gnawed on the chicken feet, and said calmly, "Ji Mu'an is dead."
Regarding the murder and silence, Ji Shuchen still had to confess.
"How did you die?"
Ji Shuchen was just surprised and stopped paying attention.
Anyone killed by my daughter deserves to die.
Even if he doesn't deserve to die, he must die.
"suicide!"
Ji Caiyan said.
"What?"
Ji Shuchen obviously didn't believe it.
Anyone can commit suicide, but Ji Mu'an is unlikely. He only kills people.
The Grand Prince's mansion is very tightly sealed, but there is no airtight wall in the world, so Ji Shuchen still knows something about it.
"He had to use his own head to catch the pebbles from the secret guard's hand and committed suicide."
"And because he liked his brothers so much, in order to fulfill his last wish, I had him secretly put back on his brother's bed."
"Surprise for his brother."
After Ji Caiyan finished speaking, he nodded affirmatively.
Feel good about yourself.
Ji Shuchen:......
How could a prince like him, who was so upright, good and kind, give birth to such a girl who was full of nonsense?
……
Youzhou.
The courtyard where the great prince temporarily lives.
Ji Muchiu, who was already 19 years old, took a woman's hand and walked towards his room.
"Sir, when will you grant me your identity?"
A delicate beauty spoke shyly.
She followed Ji Muchiu for three years without any name or status.
Her father's official position is not high, and it is already a great honor to be able to reach the rank of young master in the palace.
But there is no title at all, let alone concubines, even concubines are not on the list.
She couldn't wait any longer.
"Don't worry, hurry up."
Ji Muxiu has a feminine appearance, a thin body and fair skin, and his whole person looks gloomy.
Hearing the woman ask this, there was a heavy look on his lips.
He is the son of Concubine Wan and the concubine of the royal family.
Although he is said to be a concubine, he is actually treated much better than a legitimate son, and his mother is also in charge of the palace.
But outside, he has no reputation.
Because Wen Li is still alive, his father will use Wen Li's power to become the prince.
Therefore, now he can only keep a low profile.
Even though his father had given him high hopes, even everyone in the palace knew that he was the legitimate heir in the future.
You also have to keep a low profile.
Now he is a concubine, and his status is there.
In order to have a legitimate wife in the future, and to have a strong wife's family, he can only stay away from marriage for the time being.
Wait until he becomes your legitimate son before marrying her.
Therefore, he must endure it.
There are many women, but he cannot openly let everyone know that they are his women.
Ji Muxiu had a feminine smile on his face, and when he thought of the tall and strong Ji Mu'an, his teeth itched with hatred.
What good is that good-for-nothing fat man? Why can he be protected by Wen Li?
To be honest, if he were Wen Li's grandson, not to mention that his father was going to be the prince, even if he was to be the emperor immediately, he would be able to use Wen Li to successfully level up within a period of time.
The Dayan Dynasty was a world of scholars, and Wen Li, a teacher with many talents all over the world, had too much influence.
Ji Muchiu was full of ambitions, but all of them were defeated by his concubine's mother.
Ji Muxiu suppressed the anger in his eyes, took the woman's hand and continued walking towards his house.
"Sir, will you want to...ah--" The woman delicately pushed open the door to the room, and the handkerchief in her hand fell to the ground.
A sharp voice came from her mouth.
The charming face instantly became extremely frightened.
She saw a man with blood on his face and even his brains spurting out, lying on the bed where she and Ji Muchiu slept together.
The death was extremely miserable, and one could not rest in peace.
"To shut up."
Ji Muchiu reacted quickly, covering the woman's mouth and taking her into the house.
Close the door.
Before the woman could react from her panic, Ji Muchiu knocked her unconscious.
"Son!"
A secret guard appeared inside and outside the house.
He is the secret guard who protects Ji Muchiu personally.
He didn't see the scene in the house during the emergency, but he understood that something important must have happened.
Show up quickly.
"Go and invite my father over, remember not to disturb others!"
Ji Muchiu lowered his voice.
"Yes!"
The secret guard left quickly.
When Ji Muchiu heard the secret guard calling his father, he turned to look at the body lying on the bed.
Standing in front of the bed, Ji Muchiu held a handkerchief and carefully touched Ji Mu'an's face.
Confirm whether he is the real Ji Mu'an and whether he is wearing a mask.
Ji Muxiu was very patient and even reached to Ji Muan's temple and dug out the stone that caused Ji Muan's death.
The stones are not sharp and do not even cut.
Ji Muchiu seemed to have died simply.
The person who killed Ji Muan was a master.
Ji Muxiu did not imagine how happy Ji Muan would be after his death, and his brows knitted together.
Now that Ji Mu'an is dead, will Wen Li still go all out to help his father become the prince? The time of Ji Mu'an's death was so delicate.
The Holy Emperor just deposed the prince, and Ji Muan died? Ji Muchiu pursed her thin lips and stared at the body lying on the bed.
His eyes were flickering, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.
"Mu Xiu, this is King Father, King Father is here."
Outside the house, the voice of the great prince Ji Shuyuan came.
His voice was not as cold and vicious as when facing outsiders, but had a touch of rare endearment.
In his eyes, whether it was the main concubine Wen Zheng or the other side concubines and concubines, they were just flags.
Concubine Wan was his childhood sweetheart's wife, and Ji Muchiu was his true legitimate son.
"Father, come in quickly."
When Ji Muchiu heard King Wen Ji Shuyuan's voice, he quickly opened the door and let King Wen Ji Shuyuan in.
After King Wen Ji Shuyuan came in, Ji Muchiu closed the door again.
"Father, that kid Ji Mu'an is dead, and he was sent to my bed by someone!"
Ji Muchiu said it very calmly.
He is not worried that he will be suspected or jealous by his father.
He clearly knew his position in the eyes of his father.
"What? Dead?"
Prince Ji Shuyuan was stunned when he heard Ji Muchiu's words.
He glanced at the body on the bed and quickly stopped paying attention.
"If you die, you die!"
"Find a reliable person to dig a hole and bury it in a mass grave."
"Father, find someone with a similar body shape to him to be a substitute."
King Wen Ji Shuyuan squinted his eyes and quickly thought of a solution.
Even the idea of "revenge" did not leave an imprint on my mind.
He hated his son so much that he died.
"The person who did this probably wanted to drive a wedge between father and Mr. Wen."
Ji Muchiu didn't want to avenge Ji Mu'an, but the situation still needed to be clarified.
Ask for a recommendation ticket.