After rebirth, I became black with the villain

Chapter 352

Ye Qiong was about to go mad with anger.

She thinks so highly of herself, a princess of gold and jade, to be defiled by despicable people like Song Yuanliang, thinking about how uncomfortable and disgusting she feels.

The point is, she has lost her innocence, is the marriage contract at the Zhenbei Palace still valid?
"No one should know about this..."

Emperor Qing Yuan really wanted to keep it a secret, but someone had already boldly pointed it out at the spring banquet before, so it was impossible to keep it secret.

Crucially, Xiao Yucheng also heard it at the time.

"Aqiong, get up first, if it is really Ye Wu who harmed you, I will decide for you..." Emperor Qing Yuan said fiercely.

What he said was true, no matter what happened to Concubine Han, in his heart, Ye Qiong was his most beloved daughter, and he would never forget it.

How he and Concubine Han fell in love at the beginning, and Concubine Han finally gave birth to a child, who was so soft and tender, and was held in front of him by Granny Wen.

Ye Qiong is almost the daughter he watched grow up little by little, different from everyone else.

Seeing Ye Qiong in such a state of embarrassment at this moment, Emperor Qingyuan had the desire to kill someone, and the only reason he had was telling himself.

Evidence, there must be evidence.

"Your Majesty, Song Yuanliang recruited everything. He said that it was a note written by Princess Zhaoren, asking him to go to Yangliuting to attend the appointment, but he just went to Yangliuting and couldn't remember anything. This is a note."

The palace man who went to interrogate immediately handed over the things.

When Emperor Qingyuan saw it, he immediately recognized that it was written by Ye Qiong.

"You wrote it?"

Emperor Qingyuan asked Ye Qiong.

Ye Qiong was also dumbfounded, "I never wrote this kind of note, it wasn't me... Song Yuanliang also wrote me a note."

With that said, Ye Qiong's note was handed to Emperor Qing Yuan.

Emperor Qingyuan had reviewed Song Yuanliang's examination papers himself, and he still had a fresh memory of his beautiful brushwork, so he could tell at a glance that it was Song Yuanliang's notes.

Two people, at the same time, wrote a handwritten letter to invite each other.

"Your Majesty, Yangliuting has conducted a thorough investigation and found a tripod incense burner in the rockery behind. The contents inside are all messy things..."

Emperor Qing Yuan almost didn't fall to the ground.

This was obviously a game specially set up for the two of them, and this game was flawless. During the few days of the spring banquet, there were already too many people in the palace, so trying to investigate carefully was like looking for a needle in a haystack.

"That bastard Ye Wu must have harmed me, she is the person who least wants me to marry into the Zhenbei Palace..."

But Ye Qiong didn't care about these things, she firmly insisted that Ye Wu must ask Emperor Qing Yuan to do something.

Even if it was obvious that she couldn't be punished, she would have to pay the price secretly.

Emperor Qing Yuan tightly clenched the note in his hand, thinking that heaven and man were at war in his heart, but soon, he let go of his palm.

There is no evidence for this matter, even during the entire banquet, Ye Wu did not move a single bit.

It would be far-fetched to force it on her, but someone has to pay the price for Arjun's grievances.

Looking at the tears on Ye Qiong's face, Emperor Qingyuan couldn't help feeling distressed, and said softly: "Ah Qiong will not cry, with the emperor here, no one can bully you, even if there is no evidence, I will ask her to pay the price, you will She is my favorite daughter."

Taking a ten thousand step back, if it is really Ye Wu who caused the trouble, the methods are too clean and neat.

Thinking about the General's Mansion, and between the Crown Prince, the role Ye Wu has always played seems to be nothing, but it has been affecting something.

Keeping her is terrible, even if you don't kill her, you can't let her continue to be so famous.

The greater the reputation, the more restless.

(End of this chapter)