With such a huge change, the wind was naturally heard in the Zhucui Palace.

Zhao Ling sat down on the chair as if someone had completely drained his strength.

Tears are like beads with broken threads, falling down incessantly, and they can't be stopped at all.

"You, what did you just say, this palace, the father of this palace, he, he is dead!"

The little maid stood aside with a little trembling, and her words also cried, "Yes, Miss, let, our Zhenyuan Marquis Mansion is gone, after the prince died last night, the princess couldn't bear the pain, so she hanged herself at home, and Xiao Shizi also jumped into the river!"

The heavy blow came to the pavement, Zhao Ling was almost out of breath, as if he was choked by something, and there was no chance to breathe, "It's gone, it's gone, it's nothing!"

She still remembers that day, when her father asked her to enter the palace, it was her daughter's fault, who failed to stick to her heart and lived in his warm embrace all her life, but never reciprocated.

Zhao Ling was stunned, his eyes were empty, and he couldn't shed a single tear.

The little maid next to her looked terrifying, and stepped forward again and again, "Niangniang, Niangniang, what's wrong with you, don't scare the slave, Niangniang, you are the only one left in our Zhenyuan Marquis Mansion now, you must live well!"

Zhao Ling opened his mouth, his mouth was dry, and he almost couldn't make a sound, "Did the emperor kill him?"

"Huh? What do you say?" The little maid came a little closer and fell to her knees.

"Did the emperor kill it?"

"The slave and maid don't know, they only know that the prince intended to rebel and led troops into the palace, but he was surrounded by the emperor with soldiers, and then the prince, the prince died!"

In an instant, Zhao Ling felt that the sky had fallen.

Last night, the little maids in the palace were running around, and she had already noticed something unusual, pitiful for his father, for fear of implicating her, he never let the troops enter the harem at all, and she, she was so useless!

Zhao Ling raised his hand and slapped himself fiercely.

"Father, the child is not filial, and the child is blamed for his incompetence, which made my Zhenyuan Marquis Mansion fall to such a point, and they all complain that the child is stupid for a while, so you have come to this, father!"

Zhao Ling kept slapping his face, scaring all the little maids next to him stupidly.

"Niangniang, Niangniang, don't be like this, don't be like this, although our Zhenyuan Marquis Mansion is gone, but the emperor has not moved you, you are still the most noble imperial concubine in the harem, you are still the hope of our Zhenyuan Marquis Mansion!"

"Your Majesty? Chaise? Behind?" , without her father and her mother, what's the use of her asking for these, what's the use of her living, from the beginning, she was a joke, and she was calculated by the emperor, only she was stupidly looking forward to these useless things, and buried her family's life.

Guilt and guilt swept through Zhao Ling's entire heart like a flood, her eyes stared at one place vacantly, and the little maid was also very nervous, and she didn't dare to leave at all by her side.

"Hongu wants to eat the shortbread from the Imperial Dining Room!"

The little maid on the ground stood up directly, "Niangniang, slave maid, slave maid will go and bring it to you, you wait for the slave maid here, the slave maid will come back soon, soon!"

The little maid ran out in a puff of smoke, and Zhao Ling was the only one left in the huge palace.

She stumbled to her feet, her eyes swept over the wide palace, or the cage, and she lifted her hand to pluck the hairpin, the pearls, and the earrings from her head, leaving everything that did not belong to her.

She tore the curtain from the bed, threw it upwards, and then stood on top of the stool.

The jet-black hair reflected the Ling Forging, which made people's hearts tremble.

The corners of Zhao Ling's mouth hooked up a smile that was more ugly than crying, "Father, mother, the child is not filial, the child knows that it is wrong, but it is too late, now the child is coming to you, so that our family can be reunited!"

The little maid ran to the palace with the shortbread in her arms, and her master was in a hurry.

"Master, the slave is back, and the shortbread you want is here, and it's still hot!"

The door of the hall was pushed open, and in the next second, she fell directly to the ground, and there was a person hanging from the pillar, it was none other than the master who asked her to go out to get things.

The little maid pounced straight up, holding Zhao Ling's legs with all her might, trying to hug the person above, but the dead person was heavy, how could she be a little maid who could move.

"Niangniang, Niangniang, Miss, it's the little ones who damn it, the little ones shouldn't leave you, Niangniang!"

The person hanging on it was completely smoked, and there was no response, and in the end, she couldn't find the young man who belonged only to her.

The little maid sat down on the ground, and the intense grief and fear forced her whole body to tremble, "Niangniang, thanks to your kindness, the little one can survive so far, and now that you are gone, I will accompany you!"

She got up sharply and slammed directly into the golden furnace in the hall, and in an instant, her head broke and she fell to the ground.

In the Palace of Nourishing the Heart, Zhao Zhaowu was holding a brush and was writing about Zhao Ling's placement.

Although she is Zhao Heng, she is not very wrong, so she will be demoted to a position and stay in the palace with peace of mind.

As he was writing, outside, Mr. Li trembled in, "Emperor, Emperor, something is wrong!"

Zhao Zhaowu glanced at him impatiently, "What can be a big deal, say!"

"The mother of Zhucui Palace is dead."

Zhao Zhaowu's body shook, and the brush in his hand fell directly, blurring all the words that had been written, leaving only one word "Zhao".

"What did you say?"

"The lady of Zhucui Palace heard about last night's incident, and she was very sad, she had already committed suicide by hanging herself, and the big girl beside her also crashed to death on the golden stove in the hall, and went with the master, and when the servants helped to clean up, they found the dowry prepared by the concubine Niangniang for the girl inside!"

In an instant, Zhao Zhaowu suddenly felt that his eyes were dark, and his heart was also very painful, he remembered that the little girl helped him feed him medicine, and wiped his mouth so intimately, although he was used from beginning to end, but unfortunately, innocent people are innocent after all.

In this life, there are not many people who love him Zhao Zhaowu, and even his father doesn't love him, but Zhao Ling once took out his sincerity to him, after all, it is out of place and difficult to have results. z.br>

Zhao Zhaowu's eyes were hot, staring at the holy decree that had been written on the table, and he was silent for a long time.

"Bury the person well, according to the specifications of the imperial concubine, choose a Muling with the best feng shui, bury her in a beautiful manner, and remove her from the crime!"