It's a pity that the prince didn't even look at her at all, and left her alone in the empty room on the wedding night.

And now, His Royal Highness King Zhao just treats her as a thing, doing everything that should be done at night, and occasionally she is tender and sweet, but she is indifferent during the day, as if she has changed as a person.

At noon, there was a sudden news that the maid Bihe committed suicide in fear of sin.

Immediately afterwards, Mama Qiu came to the Chunhan Courtyard and told Wen Yujiao about it.

Mama Qiu blamed herself, saying that she did not guard the witnesses well. As the only witness to identify Wen Yujiao, as soon as she died, her previous testimony was conclusive, and there was no evidence for her death.

Mama Qiu meant to ask Wen Yujiao if she had any clues, after all, the ice and fire were found in the Spring Cold Courtyard.

Wen Yujiao thought about it, she didn't know anything about this matter at all, so she could only call Mei'er to ask again, to see where she got the ice and fire, so she called Luzhu to bring Mei'er up.

The little girl hid behind Wen Yujiao and glanced at Mama Qiu timidly.

Last time, after she was reprimanded by Lu Yan for no reason, she was a little frightened by the people in Lan Zhengyuan.

Mama Qiu held a piece of pastry in her hand and coaxed Mei'er and said, "Mei'er still remember, when she picked up the chicken leg a few days ago, did she touch other things in her hand?" ”

Mei'er shook her head first, and then pointed to the courtyard: "I touched the snowman." ”

Wen Yujiao squatted down and asked again, "Mei'er, did you touch anything else before you built a snowman?" ”

The burden was placed in a cupboard in a high place, and Mei'er should not be able to touch it, that is to say, the medicine powder on her little hand should have been stained from elsewhere, perhaps she had seen the face of the traitor.

Mei'er shook her head: "I don't remember." ”

Wen Yujiao glanced at Mama Qiu helplessly, it seemed that it was impossible to ask for clues from this girl's mouth.

"Madam, don't worry, the old slave will go down and check again." Mama Qiu was anxious, but she still had a decent smile on her face.

The prince ordered her to find out the matter within three days, and now that Bihe is dead, most of the clues are broken, and the old lady doesn't know how to deal with it.

"That's right, Mama," Wen Yujiao suddenly reacted and rolled her eyes, "After the prince asked last night, Bihe was still fine, why did she suddenly commit suicide?" ”

Experienced housekeepers like Mama Qiu are all old people in the palace, and they are very measured, even if they treat the guilty people, they will be cautious, usually confiscating sharp objects from their bodies, and holding them in solitary confinement, not giving them the opportunity to harm themselves or commit suicide.

Mama Qiu shook her head and said, "Mrs. Hui, that girl is ...... Hit the wall and died. ”

"Hit the wall?" Wen Yujiao was taken aback.

People who commit suicide by hitting a wall are usually extremely temperamental, or they need to show their will when they encounter something big.

Bihe looks soft and weak, not like she has a strong personality, but she has the courage to hit the wall?

But after thinking about it carefully, I feel that it is not right, if she really wants to hit the wall to show her will, she should choose the big scene like last night, hitting the wall in front of the prince, hiding in the prison alone and sneaking into the wall, it seems that something is not quite right.

Mama Qiu also saw her doubts and added, "Madame, don't worry, the old slave will go down and re-examine." If so, ...... Again. ”

Mama Qiu said, looked at the direction of the inner hall again, and asked hesitantly, "Is the prince still in the Spring Cold Courtyard?" ”

"I left as soon as dawn, and breakfast was useless," Wen Yujiao wondered, "Why, Lord Wang, he didn't go to the dungeon?" ”

She originally thought that Lu Yan was in a hurry and went to ask Mama Qiu for questioning.

"From last night to now, the old slave has never seen the prince." Mama Qiu was also confused.

Where will the prince go early in the morning?

Last night, His Royal Highness King Xiang set off to return to the fiefdom overnight, and the affairs of the army were temporarily taken over by the deputy general, and the prince did not come to him to ask about Binghuosan, and Mama Qiu really couldn't think of where the prince would go.

Wen Yujiao nodded thoughtfully, her gaze drifting into the distance.

"Then the old slave won't disturb Madame's rest."

"Mama, let's go." Wen Yujiao glanced at the green beads, and the latter sent Mama Qiu to the gate of the courtyard.

It's winter.

Today is a rare snowstorm, with a few wisps of white clouds floating in the sky.

The air was cold, even colder than the previous days, and the wind blew and froze people's teeth.

In the courtyard of the moon center, several light pink plum blossoms are blooming just right.

In the main room, a gold carved hollow incense burner is rising white smoke.

The charcoal fire in the house is melting, and it is filled with a sweet and ambiguous atmosphere.

A man in a light blue round-necked brocade robe sat on the upper seat, rubbing a ruby butterfly hairpin in his hand, looking down at the flames in the charcoal basin, and his handsome eyebrows revealed some faint melancholy.

Behind the man stood a guard with a knife in a gray suit, holding a black feather in his hand.

A young woman in a light pink skirt walked around the corner of the verandah with a tray, looking at the unearthly face of the blue-robed man from a distance, the corners of her eyes slightly curved, and a light smile of admiration bloomed on her face.

The prince didn't wear an official uniform today, only an approachable regular clothes, and his such a calm and tranquil posture really made people can't get enough of it.

"Lord Wang." Chang Xinyue entered the door, with a graceful figure and curtsied.

The man looked at her expressionlessly.

"It's colder when the snow melts, so be careful of getting cold. The concubine ordered someone to stew this pipa longan tea, and the prince tasted it. Chang Xinyue said in a coquettish voice, put the tray on the small table with both hands, and personally picked up the teacup and presented it to the man with a cold expression.

Lu Yan didn't take the tea.

Chengshu had to take it for him awkwardly.

Chang Xinyue shrank her eyes, a little apprehensive in her heart, looked at his hand again, and slightly hooked her red lips: "The prince is missing his sister again?" In a few days, it will be my sister's death day, and the concubine is thinking about setting up a vegetarian table, and then invite the prince to come over......"

This hairpin is a relic of my sister, and the prince took it out today, is it ...... Do you want to see things and think about people with yourself?

Lu Yan temporarily put the hairpin in his hand into his sleeve, swept around the furnishings in the house, and looked at the courtyard again.

Outside, the sun was shining, and the snow reflected the sunlight, which was even brighter than usual.

"Your garden is neatly manicured." The blue-robed man didn't answer Chang Xinyue's question, but only said something thoughtlessly.

The corners of Chang Xinyue's mouth hooked up a gentle smile: "The prince is talking about those plum blossoms, right?" A few days ago, the concubine saw that the plum blossom had flower bones, so she climbed the ladder and pruned the branches of the plum tree......

Chang Xinyue has been weak since childhood, especially afraid of heights, and suffers from rheumatism and palpitations.

If it was in the past, the prince would definitely remind her to pay attention to her body, and this kind of thing would be left to the next person to do.

She waited for a long time, but she didn't wait for the expected words of concern.