Pei Yuanhao looked at him, also smiled coldly, then looked down at me and asked, "Yue Qingying, this palace came to ask you, what did you do to the queen's meal at the night banquet on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival?" ”

The sharp pain in my abdomen was bursting one after another, making me almost out of breath, but I still insisted on speaking: "Slave, I have exchanged the almond tea of the queen mother and Mrs. Yingxue." ”

When the people around heard this, they were all surprised.

Empress Yin's face turned pale, and the emperor immediately said angrily: "Sure enough, you poisoned it, and someone came-!" ”

"Father!" Pei Yuanhao hurriedly stopped: "This matter is not so simple, if it is really her poisoning, why does she need to exchange those two bowls of meals, then it is the queen who is poisoned." ”

The emperor frowned, but he also reacted, and immediately glared at me angrily, and drank: "Explain honestly, otherwise, I will destroy your nine clans!" ”

Pei Yuanhao also asked, "Why did you exchange these two bowls of meals?" ”

I glanced at the queen carefully, and for some reason, her gaze was as cold as a needle, and instead of escaping the joy of doom, it was even more severe. I said, "Because, the slave maid smelled that the queen mother's bowl of almond tea was added with osmanthus, and the slave guessed that the queen mother hated the smell of osmanthus flowers, so—"

As soon as the word "osmanthus" came out, the atmosphere in the entire lobby suddenly became solemn.

Empress Yin's face immediately became ugly, and the emperor sitting beside her suddenly darkened his expression.

Pei Yuanhao asked again: "Why do you guess that the queen hates the smell of osmanthus?" ”

I turned my head to look at Pei Yuanfeng, his face showed a hint of surprise, and he hurriedly nodded at me, I said softly: "His Royal Highness King Qi once told the slave maid that his mother didn't like the taste of osmanthus flowers, but at that time he hid his identity, and the slave maid was not the queen mother he said." It wasn't until the slave maid arrived at the night banquet that she knew that the person who had been dating the slave maid was the king of Qi, so the slave maid boldly guessed that the queen mother hated osmanthus. ”

As soon as my words fell, Pei Yuanfeng also stood up and said, "Yes, this matter is indeed what I sued Qingying." ”

Empress Yin glanced at me: "I didn't expect that you, a little palace maid, are quite clever and can guess that this palace hates osmanthus in such a short time." ”

"Mother, it's ridiculous."

As I bowed to her, I felt the pain on my body getting deeper, the sweat had dripped to the floor, and it was becoming a small lump of silt, and it was becoming more and more difficult to breathe.

Pei Yuanchen said coldly: "What if she changes the osmanthus flower?" Maybe this osmanthus flower was ordered by her at all, just as a means to escape responsibility afterwards. ”

As soon as I heard this, my heart sank, it seemed that Pei Yuanchen was trying every means to frame me and put me to death.

Pei Yuanhao asked, "Yue Qingying, did you place the osmanthus flower?" ”

"It's not!"

He slowly walked up to me, squatted down and looked into my eyes: "Then do you know who is in the bowl of the queen mother?" ”