"Go to the Prime Minister's Mansion!" After coming down from the roof, Qin Zixin didn't track down the mastermind who assassinated her, but went directly in the direction of the Prime Minister's Mansion. Xuanwu is a spirit animal, so naturally there is no need to worry about whether it can be found.

Yue Wuchen returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion! It was her only thought, or sixth sense.

The cold air mixed with ice crystals fell, but Qin Zixin didn't feel cold. Xuanwu still brought her to the Liuli Palace, and Qin Zixin picked up a paper umbrella and supported it before she was willing to leave into the night sky. The glass palace was already warm, and the ice that held the killer in place had melted without a trace.

To Qin Zixin's surprise, he actually revealed the mastermind - Dugu Ling.

Qin Zixin just smiled indifferently and didn't make any plans. There are fewer ice crystals and more and more snowflakes. The sound of falling snow was everywhere, and the shouts of watchmen could be heard from the streets in the distance.

It's early in the morning.

Xuanwu crossed the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion and ran directly inside, Qin Zixin's eyes fell on the pair of red lanterns hanging at the door, and he was reluctant to leave for a long time. She turned around, and Xuanwu had already come to the back garden.

Isn't Yue Wuchen unconscious? How can it be in the back garden? Don't......

Qin Zixin couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed when she thought that she was also pretending to be unconscious, and that Old Man Zuo Ci was also willing to help her hide it. Zuo Ci, he knew that Xue Lingjing would attack Xiaoyao Valley, right? But why didn't you go back and prepare for the war with Zhuge Yan?

Suddenly, a neat tombstone came into view! The whole back garden is densely packed with tombstones! Before the morning light was fully turned on, it was snowing, and it was even darker.

Who is so bold as to dare to use the Prime Minister's Mansion as a cemetery?! If she finds out, she must make them look good!

The feeling of horror made Qin Zi's heart chill all over her body, and she leaned towards Xuanwu, her hands clutching its fluff. "Let me go, let me go."

Controlling his feet that wanted to strike, Qin Zixin pinched his courage and walked towards the tombstone. The two tombstones at the front caught her attention, and when you looked closely, they were the tombstones of her father and mother!

Qin Zixin suddenly understood, it was no one else who was buried here. It was the 364 people who died unjustly in Prime Minister Zuo's Mansion! Who did this? Xue Lingjing? Or is it dust-free?

These tombstones were like heavy shackles, and Qin Zixin slowly walked into the tombstone group with an oil-paper umbrella. Before seeing all this, her heart was not so uncomfortable, but now they stood cold in front of her eyes.

They were still smiling at her before she entered the Ninefold Palace. is still arguing with her, and is still happy that she has become the glory of the family. But in the blink of an eye, they were lying forever in the cold ground at their feet, and the reason was a royal seizure of power.

Xuanwu turned into an Alaskan dog and followed behind Qin Zixin, and it followed her cautiously.

It's him?

A purple figure sat in the middle of the tombstone, Yue Wuchen leaned on a tombstone, holding a wine jug in his right hand, and a new feather fan in his left hand. Inky satin hair was haphazardly tied back of her head, strands scattered over her shoulders and in front of her body.

When he got closer, he saw that a layer of ice crystals had fallen on his eyebrows, and a large piece of hair was covered with a layer of snowflakes. The faint breath exhaled turned into a faint white mist and drifted away.

On the handsome face of the dust is a pair of eyes that have long been lifeless......