After hearing the news that Feng Jiuqing died of poisoning, Nangong Ling was stunned for a moment.

Even Qiu Chan, who was kneeling on the ground and begging Nangong Ling to make the decision, forgot to cry and looked at the guard blankly.

But Wudi, who had been unconscious for two days on the bed, miraculously opened his eyes, stood up suddenly, and looked sharply at the guard kneeling on the ground.

"What did you say?"

"Yu'er!"

The voice of Miaoyu brought Nangong Ling back to her senses and she hurriedly looked at Miaoyu.

Knowing that he had overreacted, a flash of panic flashed through Wiaoyu's eyes, and he twitched the corners of his mouth and was about to smile, but as soon as he thought about it, he felt wrong, so he hurriedly squeezed out two tears.

"How could sister..."

"Your Majesty, please go take a look and see how my sister is doing. It's all Yu'er's fault. If it weren't for Wan Yu, the prince wouldn't have put her in the dungeon. This way, she wouldn't have been poisoned and died.

In the dungeon!”

Punchline's speech is somewhat incoherent.

At this moment, she was thinking over and over again, how could Feng Jiuqing be poisoned, and who poisoned her?

In order to frame Feng Jiuqing, she did not hesitate to poison herself. She was in a coma for two days and vomited blood several times. She was almost done. But Feng Jiuqing was actually poisoned. Then what she had planned in the past two days was not a trap.

Empty.

Nangong Ling's mind was focused on the words "The princess was poisoned in the dungeon and has died" at the moment. She didn't notice the strangeness of Miaoyu. When she saw that Miaoyu had woken up, she absent-mindedly comforted her with a few words and walked from the bed.

He stood up, raised his feet and walked out.

Miaoyu winked at Qiu Chan, who nodded, got up and followed him quietly.

On the way to the dungeon, Nangong Ling felt a little depressed, and Feng Jiuqing's figure appeared repeatedly in his mind.

She became Prince Sheng's Mansion as a married princess. In the past two years in the Prince's Mansion, she had been well-behaved and courteous to others. Whether she was hypocritical or pretentious, she had managed the Prince's Mansion in an orderly manner. There were no mistakes or omissions. But now that he thought about it, there were some

It's blurry.

The only image of her that he remembered in his mind was on the way back to the capital.

That night, she stood in the forest in a black robe, with a cool breath all over her body. Three thousand black hairs were draped behind her, her hair was flying, and her stunning face was stained with a little blood. Under the illumination of the torch,

, her whole body was as beautiful as a dream, making everything lose its color in an instant.

Her voice sounded coldly in the forest, carrying a different kind of charm.

She said: Nangong Ling, when you take them to the Western Regions, you should know that some of them will definitely not be able to come back. The imperial capital is thousands of miles away from the Western Regions. There is very little information that I can detect, so don’t

I blame my own incompetence.

She said to Yue'er: Some things cannot be judged as right or wrong. They are just different positions. What is wrong is the greed and insufficiency of human nature. My sister-in-law is the princess who came to Dayan from the Western Regions to get married. It is my sister-in-law's duty to collect information. It is contrary to convenience.

It's infidelity...

yes!

From beginning to end, she was not his princess, but a spy sent to Dayan by Feng Xiye.

She hid her identity, probed for information, and poisoned him. This was what she was supposed to do as a spy. But he, the majestic King Yan Sheng, had been on the battlefield since he was a child. He actually let down his guard and fell into the trap of a woman.

In his hands, who could he blame?

"Your Majesty!"

Seeing that Nangong Ling almost fell down due to her hurried steps, the people behind her all spoke up.

"fine!"

Nangong Ling said softly, then pushed away Feng Sheng's clothes and walked into the dungeon.

The dungeon was very quiet, and Nangong Ling walked directly towards the cell where Feng Jiuqing was held.

The man delivering the prison meal was still kneeling on the ground, silently thinking about how he would explain it later. When he saw Nangong Ling and a group of people walking in, his expression changed, he knelt on the ground and spoke with a trembling voice.

"Your Majesty!"

Nangong Ling's eyes swept over the man coldly, and his voice sounded cold and faint.

"If you pull me down, you will definitely be forced to question the murderer of the princess..."

Nangong Ling said and walked into the cell. She only saw the unconscious man lying on the ground. She paused for words. When she saw the man's naked body and the familiar robe thrown on him, there was something else he didn't understand.

Yes, he hit the cell violently with his palm.

There was only a "bang" sound, and several of the wood in the cell were broken. Everyone trembled.

"Where are the people?"

Nangong Ling turned around coldly and looked at the man delivering the prison meal.

The man knelt on the ground, his body shaking like chaff, but his voice still trembled.

"The young man came to deliver the meal, but after drinking the villain's porridge, the princess suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and then fell to the ground and lost her breath. However, I didn't expect that the princess actually faked her death, tricked the guards into opening the cell door, and then knocked her unconscious.

He stole the guard, changed into the guard's clothes, and ran away!"

Nangong Ling was about to speak when she heard the man add.

"If the prince asks, the princess will tell the prince like this!"

"You said she asked you to tell this king?"

Nangong Ling asked coldly, the coldness in her eyes getting stronger and stronger, as if she wanted to freeze the entire dungeon in an instant.

"yes!"

The man replied hurriedly, but after he finished speaking, he felt something was wrong and spoke anxiously again.

"Although these are what the princess asked me to tell the prince, they are also true. I didn't say anything false."

Nangong Ling looked at the man and was silent for a while before his voice sounded in the cell again.

"What else did she say?"

The man seemed not to have expected that Nangong Ling would guess that Feng Jiuqing had left something behind. He was startled for a moment, looked up at Nangong Ling cautiously, lowered his head, and said nothing.

"explain!"

Nangong Ling said one word in a gloomy voice, her tone no longer patient.

The man couldn't convey Feng Jiuqing's words word for word, so he had to change them in his mind.

"The princess said that she was not worthy of the position and could no longer take on the role of princess and share the prince's worries. The witty girl Hui Lan had a heart and was favored by the prince, so she was the perfect choice for the princess. She wished the two of them a perfect match.

Forever and ever.”

"Did she really say that?"

Nangong Ling looked at the man and narrowed her eyes.

These words, if it were Feng Jiuqing before, it would be possible, but now Feng Jiuqing's body is covered with thorns, let alone getting close, even if he is not close, the opponent will be covered with blood.

I wouldn't say such words.

The man knelt on the ground, his body still shaking uncontrollably. He opened his mouth, but never spoke.

"Say, if there is even one word difference, I will kill all nine of your clans."

Nangong Ling said coldly.

The man's face turned pale, and he was instantly frightened and fell to the ground.

"The princess said...said..."

The man's voice trembled, and finally he closed his eyes and said bravely.

"The princess asked me to tell the prince: I won't play with him anymore. Didn't he say that I am not worthy of the position of the princess? I will be more generous and give it to the witty girl. I wish him both, bastard

If you are paired with a dog, you will last forever.”

The man's voice could not be any softer for the last four words, but Nangong Ling could still hear them clearly.

For a moment, the entire dungeon was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Everyone was as silent as an icicle, and they all looked towards Nangong cautiously.

At this moment, Nangong Ling's handsome and cold face was like a sculpture of ice. It was extremely cold. The light in his eyes was even more chilly, and his face was so black that it seemed like ink could drip from it.

Just when everyone thought that Nangong Ling would get angry, Nangong Ling actually smiled. It was an angry smile, filled with coldness.
Chapter completed!