And Duguxi stays in the palace of Lingguo, if he becomes His Majesty's servant, he can use the illusion of weakness and innocence, and the unparalleled beauty of the weapon to capture the empress's heart.

Chu Chen and the empress are separated, Dongling and Xiling are so far apart, how poor the communication is, it takes at least seven or eight days for a letter to be sent to the imperial capital of Lingguo, and it takes seven or eight days for the empress to reply to the letter.

How much time does it take to go back and forth, enough for people with bad intentions to do?

So, Duguxi is innocent in this matter and stays out of the matter?

Chu Chen would never believe it.

But Dugu Xi is far away in Tangling, and it will also take time for the order to reach Xiling, besides...... He is a beautiful and weak prince who has to be careful in everything he does, if he has no help......

How could there be no helper?

He must have helpers.

At this time, people who can be his helpers and are willing to be his helpers......

Chu Chen grasped the coffin with both hands, his mind kept spinning, and he kept thinking about various possibilities.

Time seemed to fall silent.

There are white flags outside the mourning hall, and the mourning hall is eerily quiet, which makes people feel uneasy.

Chu Chen's gaze quickly fell back on his father's face, staring at this face that obviously had symptoms of poisoning for a long time before he slowly stretched out his hand and closed his eyes: "Please forgive my son for being unfilial and offending my father." ”

The slender fingers touched the already stiff and cold face, and carefully groped behind his ear, and after a while, there was a numb feeling of cold on his fingertips.

Chu Chen withdrew his hand and looked at his white and round fingertips silently, as if a crystal light flashed under his eyes, and then the crystal light turned into a cold glow.

His lips pursed into a line, and he turned to walk to the other coffin, looking at his mother lying in the coffin.

From his return to the present, he has only been pursuing the death of his father, but he has not asked his mother.

When she arrived at the palace, the Queen Mother did not mention the cause of her mother's death.

And now......

Chu Chen wanted to know how his mother died.

The face looked calm, with no signs of poisoning other than the pale of a normal person after death.

Chu Chen stared at it silently for a moment, stretched out his hand, and said silently in his heart: "Mother, my son is offended." ”

His fingertips groped for a while behind the base of his ear, and it was not until his fingertips felt numb and cold again that he withdrew his hand, looked at it for a while, and reached out to reach for the princess's neck.

Slightly ripped open the collar, and a strangulation mark on the thin white neck was clearly visible.

Chu Chen's expression was profound, revealing an unfathomable feeling.

……

The night is deep.

It's silent.

Zixi lay on the bed and squinted, she was too tired these days, after being in power, she caught up with Qin Shang's matter, Qin Shang's matter had just come to an end, and she caught up with Chu Chen's matter.

She was distraught and physically and mentally exhausted.

was pressed comfortably by Nan Mohao, and his fatigue was well relieved, and he fell asleep unconsciously.

She didn't know that while she was sleeping, the beautiful young man had been tormented for half the night, and the pain was getting worse and worse, almost screaming.

And Nan Mohao obviously didn't want his voice to disturb Zixi's hard-won good sleep, so he directly shot out a wisp of true qi and hit his dumb hole.

The boy rolled in pain on the ground, his fingers clasped the red carpet on the ground, and his rapid breathing was also cut off.

It wasn't until the second half of the night that Zixi woke up quietly.

When he opened his eyes, a pair of beautiful eyes looked at the exquisite tent top, and sighed softly: "Uncle Huang, it's okay." ”

Nan Mohao stopped his hand and half-knelt aside.