Zhao Zhen already knew the cause and effect, so there was no need to say more. He just glanced around and said, "Bring the people up."

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Xin Yi was found in the backyard of Huining Hall, with only Xingyuan beside her. The two chamberlains grabbed her in without saying a word, and now she was waiting in the side hall, guarded by the guards, waiting for the officials.

Summon.

For a daughter of a prime minister who came from a small foreign country, maybe everyone would give her a little more respect, but if she killed the emperor's beloved concubine, the situation would be completely different.

Zhao Zhen's eyes were red and bleeding.

The anger arose from the heart, making Zhou Yiliu angry, and even more angry with himself, but he didn't know whose crime should be punished...

So……

He swept the palace door coldly.

He thought of Zhang Xueyi's spirited appearance when talking to her during the day, and also thought of the weirdness of Ayima's initiative to stay overnight with her, and secretly gritted his teeth... He was close to convicting her.

Xin Yi was brought up.

She couldn't see her, and was helped into the door by a girl. Her skin was almost transparent under the candlelight. Her dark hair and thin skirt made her look light and airy, a little mysterious and weird, as if she was not a normal person.

Zhao Zhen stared at her face that looked similar to Mrs. Zhang's and frowned.

In his opinion, except for the similarity in facial features, the two people are completely different. Mrs. Zhang is cheerful, open-minded, free-spirited, and unruly and can be seen at a glance.

And when this woman walks, she lifts her feet without knowing where to put them next. She looks a little less imposing. The moon in the smoke curtain outside the window is weak and pale. It seems that she can see through it at a glance, but she can't see it clearly.

"What's going on?" Zhao Zhen pointed to the bamboo tube.

The bugs had turned into corpses on the soles of the chamberlain's shoes, two flat ones that seemed to exude the smell of blood. The spell with the eight characters Zhang Xueyi written on it was on the table next to Zhao Zhen. The handwriting was crooked, as if it was painted with human blood.

Come out, rather than write it down.

Xin Yi raised his eyes when he heard the sound and turned his head left and right, as if looking for the person who made the sound.

Queen Cao reminded softly, "The officials are asking you questions."

Xin Yi's empty eyes showed no emotion, but the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and the small arc outlined a shallow pear pit. He had a gentle and gentle appearance, timid and friendly.

"Officials, saints, these are what little girls should do, they are not worth mentioning."

Everyone looked at each other in shock.

What is she talking about?

Do you have no fear at all when you do witchcraft and harm people?

Zhao Zhen lowered his face and looked at her majestically, but Xin Yi "couldn't see" and stood motionless in the hall, his smile unchanged.

"Is Mrs. Zhang feeling better? I didn't hear her voice. Did she fall asleep?"

Bang! Zhao Zhen slapped the table heavily and said coldly: "I'm asking you, where did witchcraft come from? Why do you know the birth date of the imperial concubine? Why did you curse the imperial concubine?"

Xin Yi was stunned for a moment, with a smile frozen on his face.

"Me? Curse the imperial concubine?"

After hesitating for a moment, she suddenly grabbed Xingyuan in panic.

"Are the officials talking to me? Xingyuan, what happened, tell me quickly...why are the officials angry with me?"

Zhao Zhen took a deep breath and lost his patience.

"You don't want to tell me, do you? Go and invite Prince Dongchuan!"

Before he could finish his voice, Queen Cao suddenly said, "What's wrong with your hand?"

Xin Yi shrank his arms and said vaguely: "No, it's nothing..."

Everyone followed Empress Cao's line of sight and saw Xin Yi's right hand protecting her left hand, covering it up, as if she had something difficult to show.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Zhen glanced at the servant.

Without saying a word, the two chamberlains walked over and pushed Xingyuan away, and raised Xin Yi's wrist in public.

The sleeves were lifted up, and the section of the bowl was exposed. Two clear fresh scars were clearly cut with a sharp instrument and have not yet healed...

Zhao Zhen's expression suddenly changed.

The imperial physician Wei was even more bewildered and shouted loudly.

"I heard that the magic eye of witchcraft needs blood to activate, and the poisonous insects are fed by the master with blood, so they can be driven by the poisonous master to harm people..."

"It's indeed her!"

"She was the one who harmed Mrs. Zhang!"

"Guan Jia, you have to make the decision for Mrs. Zhang!"

Xin Yi's expression froze slightly, "No, I don't know anything about witchcraft..."

The two chamberlains did not wait for her to finish speaking, and held her on the left and right, trying to kneel her down in front of Zhao Zhen.

Xin Yi struggled to get away, looking anxious.

"Let go, let me go, listen to me first, it's too late..."

Zhao Zhen's patience was exhausted and he waved his hand.

“I don’t want to hear anything tonight—someone, please escort the Dali Demon Girl in for me, escort her in...”

Kaifeng Mansion? Imperial City Division? It seems that it is not appropriate to take him anywhere.

Zhao Zhen's mind was racing, and he was racking his brains on how to deal with this Dali witch, when the voice of the chamberlain suddenly came from outside.

"Report to the official family, the Prince of Guangling County asks for an audience."

It's so late at night, why is he here?

Zhao Zhen was just about to say goodbye when the two chamberlains whose hands were cut behind their backs by ropes stumbled and were pushed in. They fell to the door with a thump, then crawled over and knelt down to kowtow.

"The official has mercy on me! The official has mercy on me."

"Please, please, please spare the life of this little dog!"

Everyone took a closer look and saw that the two people who were pushed in were both palace servants. They were wearing exactly the same palace attire. The fat one in front was a palace servant from Huining Palace, named Sixi, while the other one was from Xiangluan Pavilion.

The man's name is Ma Shun.

Zhou Yiliu, who was sitting on one side, immediately changed his face.

Zhao Zhen: "What's going on?"

Outside the hall came Fu Jiuqu's voice as calm as the clear wind and bright moon, "Are the officials going to summon the ministers to have an audience?"

Zhao Zhen's throat smelled like rust, and his stomach was churning with qi.

"You brought everyone to me. If not you, who should I call?"

"I accept the decree!"

Fu Jiuqu's voice was slow and his steps were bright. He entered the palace and bowed uprightly to the emperor. His tall and handsome appearance was like summer lotuses and autumn begonias in the pond, and his pair of black eyes were even more blooming.

A pool of spring water, sparkling.

So beautiful.

And so evil.

The breeze blew by, and there seemed to be a touch of coolness in his wide smile.

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