She Holds the World After Being Reborn
Chapter 290 - 289 Anping Harming People, Begging Your Majesty to Uphold Justice

Chapter 290: Chapter 289 Anping Harming People, Begging Your Majesty to Uphold Justice

The rain simply refused to fall.

The sky was like thick ink, so black it seemed it might drip down ink.

After seeing off Lai Fu from the palace, Yan Wanqing lifted her head and ran into Xiao Pingfeng.

"What’s happened?" Xiao Pingfeng saw her complexion was very poor.

Yan Wanqing’s tone was somber, "Xiao Hongshen is dead." He actually just died like that! It was suicide by hanging!

"Would someone like him really hang himself?" Xiao Pingfeng frowned.

Yan Wanqing shook her head, "I don’t know, I’m planning to go to the Dali Temple now."

"I’ll accompany you."

She subconsciously wanted to refuse, but her palm was already held in his, the warmth causing her to pause.

"Okay," Yan Wanqing heard herself say.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Pingfeng’s eyes curved, "Wait a moment, I am going to change my face, then grab an umbrella."

When the two arrived at the Dali Temple, they were greeted by the steward by Xie Qun’s side.

"You two need to hurry, the people from the palace will also be here soon," the steward hurriedly led the two of them down to the dungeon, pulling out a key from his breast pocket.

The dungeon was still in the state Xiao Hongshen had been when he hanged himself. Xie Qun had specifically ordered that everything be left untouched, except for lowering the body from the beam.

As soon as the door opened, Yan Wanqing saw Xiao Hongshen lying on the ground.

Dirty and disheveled, with a ghastly deep purple mark around his neck.

She stepped forward and swept her hand across his nose.

There was no movement.

His pulse was also silently throbbing.

"...He’s really dead," she murmured.

The steward at the door of the cell spoke, "This morning he was fine, but after lunch, he hung himself." They were also in a state of panic, but fortunately, the Emperor had not yet pursued their responsibility for the lax supervision.

Otherwise, the entire Dali Temple would be in deep trouble.

This man who hanged himself was a prince after all!

No matter how he conspired with the enemy and rebelled and was no good, his status was still that of the Emperor’s own son!

With such a status, naturally, his treatment is different from ordinary criminals.

They had been very careful in their surveillance.

Yet, to their surprise, in the blink of an eye, he was on the beam, dead.

The rope had been made from his own robe, which he had torn apart and twisted.

Death is unstoppable when someone is set on it.

Looking at the corpse of Xiao Hongshen, Yan Wanqing’s eyebrows furrowed tightly, her expression loosened.

She couldn’t believe that the man she had wanted to kill for so long had actually hanged himself to death.

But the man lying before her was indeed Xiao Hongshen, there was no faking that!

"We’ve called the coroner to look at him, truly and certainly there is no breath left. The doctor also examined him carefully and confirmed it is undoubtedly the Seventh Prince," the steward added from the side.

Nobody believed that the malicious Xiao Hongshen would hang himself in a cell.

The Imperial Edict from the Emperor had not come down, and he still had a sliver of hope. Until the end, nothing was certain.

Yet such a stubborn man like a weed, in the dungeon of the Dali Temple, had hanged himself.

"You two better hurry up; the palace officials should be at the gate by now. I will go ahead and buy you two the time of a cup of tea to leave," the steward hurriedly tossed them the keys and then quickly walked towards the outside.

Xiao Pingfeng saw Yan Wanqing still crouching on the ground, stepped forward to help her up, "Let’s go."

His gaze swept over Xiao Hongshen’s body on the ground, his younger brother, his complexion pale as death, a flash of indistinct emotions in his dark eyes.

After such a long struggle, suddenly there was no more, it was truly somewhat hard to let go.

As Yan Wanqing walked out of the dungeon, a tear involuntarily fell from the corner of her eye.

She stretched out her hand to wipe away her tears and then held them up to her eyes to see.

Her heart suddenly felt empty.

Because the person was dead, her pent-up resentment at this moment suddenly vanished into nothingness.

"Wanwan, let’s go home." Xiao Pingfeng pulled her by the hand and headed outside, where the rain still had not begun to fall.

The steward, leading people from the palace, passed Yan Wanqing and her party by another path.

At this moment.

Xie Qun stood at the end of the road, dressed in an official robe. His gaze moved from Yan Wanqing to Xiao Pingfeng before inconspicuously shifting away.

"Commandery Princess, everything is ready."

Yan Wanqing nodded without hesitation, "Then let’s take action."

She had been plotting this day for so long.

Finally, the time had come for revenge, and she would not give up.

It was just that in this drama, Xiao Hongshen bowed out early, which made it somewhat less satisfying and left her feeling a bit disappointed.

Xie Qun clasped his hands in a salute, "Then I wish the Commandery Princess every success!"

Yan Wanqing, still holding Xiao Pingfeng’s hand, walked outside without looking back.

A night of silence.

The next day, the sky remained foggy.

Today, the State Preceptor was to return to the capital, so the Emperor specially commanded that no court official may take leave, and everyone must welcome the State Preceptor’s arrival.

Yan Wanqing still had control of the military and held official positions, so she too was in the court that day.

The Emperor sat aloft in his high seat, looking content. Only after a succession of announcements did Song Huaxu, with his silver hair, ascend the steps to the front of the great hall.

He walked straight to the Emperor without a glance aside, neither kneeling nor bowing in salute but simply clasping his hands, "Your humble servant pays respects to Your Majesty. Long live, long live, everlasting life to the Emperor."

"No need for such formalities. It’s been a long time since I last saw the National Master, and I’ve missed you. Only, I wonder what you’ve been busy with these days, as you have been as elusive as a dragon." The Emperor felt somewhat displeased by the State Preceptor’s sudden departure.

However, he could not control the man before him.

So, he could only express his dissatisfaction with such words.

Song Huaxu, wearing the guise of an old man, had extremely somber eyes, "It was just some worldly affairs."

"I’ve heard that the National Master has taken a new female disciple?" The Emperor asked, casting a glance at Yan Wanqing, "Ever since Anping, you have never taken another female disciple. I am quite curious as to what kind of girl has caught your eye."

Song Huaxu lowered his head, "If Your Majesty wishes to meet her, after the assembly is dismissed, I shall bring her to see you."

Then, they discussed matters of state politics. The Emperor inquired about the Cao Man family, the affairs of the seventh Prince, and the old ministers who had been retiring and returning to their hometowns. He asked meticulously about every issue.

As these matters were handled by the Empress Zhang Lanyi, she too could not be absent from court that day.

While everyone was still immersed in matters of state, suddenly the sound of drumbeating erupted from outside.

They were shocked to hear that the Gong of Appeal was being struck again!

Their eyes instinctively fell on Yan Wanqing.

Her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and a shadow seemed to pass over her peach blossom eyes.

"Who is beating the Gong of Appeal!" The Emperor roared in anger.

Before long, a person drenched in blood was dragged by soldiers into the great hall, his commoner’s clothes leaving a long trail of blood as he was pulled across the floor.

"Who kneels before us!" the Emperor demanded sternly.

The ministers, not understanding the situation, stared at the dying man. He was barely recognizable as a man, with disheveled hair and bloodied all over; it was not clear who he was.

Someone sharp-eyed suddenly exclaimed, "Isn’t that Lord Li!"

Lord Li?

Which Lord Li?

At that moment, the man lifted his head, revealing a face familiar to all.

"I beg Your Majesty for justice. Princess Anping murdered Princess Yaochi, and then shamelessly spread rumors that the Princess died at the hands of the Japanese pirates, so malevolent in intention. I beg Your Majesty to seek justice for me, to grant the Princess fair treatment——!" Li’s father cried torrents of tears, lying prostrate in the great hall, his voice filled with mournful pleading.

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