After reading the whole family's minds, the eldest daughter awakened

The other concubines looked at each other, and then one of them spoke.

"Wanbi, the Queen is still ill, so it's not a good idea for us to do this."

The other concubines echoed, "Yes, I don't think it's appropriate either."

The imperial concubine smiled and smoothed things over, "Everyone go back today. When the Queen recovers from her illness, we will get together again."

"Sister Imperial Concubine is right, we all listen to you."

Wan Bin seemed to realize that what she said was inappropriate, and apologized to everyone with a smile, "I didn't think carefully, so let's meet up another day."

All the concubines said goodbye to the imperial concubine one after another and left, but the nun serving beside Wan Concubine exclaimed in surprise.

"Eighth Prince, please put down what you are holding. You can't touch it."

Everyone was suddenly curious and all focused their attention on the Eighth Prince.

I saw a five-year-old little breasted dumpling standing in front of a flower that was taller than him, and he was holding a doll in his white and fat little hands.

Concubine Wan gave the imperial concubine an apologetic look, then ran over with her skirt in hand. The concubines looked at each other and gathered around her.

"Jin Yan, give the doll in your hand to your mother and concubine."

Five-year-old Chu Jinyan walked to Wan Bin very obediently and handed over the doll in her hand.

"Where did this doll come from, and how did it end up in the hands of the Eighth Prince?" Wan Bin looked sternly at the maid and nun who were responsible for taking care of Chu Jinyan.

"Back to Concubine Wan, the Eighth Prince has recently fallen in love with digging the soil. This doll was dug out from under this flower. The slaves wanted to stop it, but the Eighth Prince cried when he refused to dig the soil. The slaves could only obey. Got him."

"Wan Bin, don't blame those slaves for now. Let us see this doll first."

"Yes, why do I see that there are still needles stuck in the doll? Why don't you slaves check it with the Eighth Prince to make sure it doesn't get stuck somewhere?"

After hearing everyone's chattering, Wanbi was also frightened. She hurriedly handed the puppet in her hand to the nearest concubine, and then went to check Chu Jinyan's hand.

The concubine who got the doll saw the doll clearly and was so frightened that she threw it away.

"Not only does this doll have needles, but it also has birth dates. Could it be that kind of thing?"

No matter which country it is in, the art of hating victory is prohibited. The doll today was dug out from the palace of the imperial concubine. Once this matter is confirmed, the imperial concubine will be finished.

"This birthday seems to belong to the Queen. No wonder she has been ill recently. It turns out that she was cursed. Madam, this thing was dug out of your palace. Could it be you..."

"No, I didn't do this. I don't know why there is something like this under this flower."

The imperial concubine shook her head vigorously. She had been very cautious over the years, but she didn't expect to be framed. It was really hard to guard against it.

"Your Majesty, of course we believe in you, but this matter is really too big, so let Your Majesty make the decision." After Concubine Wan was sure that the Eighth Prince was fine, she handed him over to her grandma to take care of her, and said to everyone Said the proposal.

"Wanbi is right. You don't dare to hide this kind of thing privately. It must be decided by your Majesty."

The news of the doll being unearthed from the imperial concubine's palace soon spread in the harem, and Emperor Dongzhou came with his imperial guards.

When Concubine Wan saw Emperor Dongzhou, she told him exactly what happened today.

After saying that, she cried and complained that she failed to take good care of the child and almost let the needle on the doll prick the eighth prince's hand.

Emperor Dongzhou patted her back and motioned for her to step aside first.

"Concubine, do you have anything to say to me? What is going on with this doll?"

"Your Majesty, I am wronged. I really don't know what's going on?"

The imperial concubine knelt on the ground and cried so hard that it made people feel pity for her. The imperial concubine's name is Qin Yingying, she is Prime Minister Qin's biological sister and Qin Shuiyue's aunt. Back then, she danced a stunning dance into the heart of Emperor Dongzhou, and she has continued to be favored over the years.

In addition to the queen, the second most favored concubine in the harem was the imperial concubine. Emperor Dongzhou ordered people to investigate because of the affection between the two.

While waiting for the results, Grandma Wang rushed over with the Queen in her arms.

After not seeing her for a few days, the queen looked pale, her eyes were dark, her hair had lost its luster, and her lips had cracks. She was obviously seriously ill.

"Zitong, why are you here?"

Emperor Dongzhou took the initiative to support Queen Murong, his eyes filled with distress.

"Your Majesty, I can bear this with my body. I don't believe that my sister will use the victory-weary technique to harm me."

"Sister, thank you for believing in me, sister. I really don't know what's going on."

The imperial concubine knelt and crawled in front of Emperor Dongzhou and the Queen, her beautiful eyes red from crying.

"Sister Imperial Concubine, get up quickly, we all believe in you." Empress Murong personally pulled the imperial concubine up.

Soon, the imperial guard who was sent to investigate returned. He whispered a few words in Emperor Dongzhou's ear and then stepped aside to wait.

The concubines felt the murderous aura emanating from the emperor's body, and they all lowered their heads, not daring to express their anger.

Wan Bin held the eighth prince's little hand, with a proud smile in her lowered eyes.

Emperor Dongzhou first took a step towards the imperial concubine. This action made all the concubines' hearts rise. The imperial concubine must be executed.

Concubine Wan's hand holding the eighth prince was trembling, not out of fear but out of excitement. In her opinion, as long as the concubine was found guilty of using the art of hating victory, the fifth prince would be implicated, and he would be incompatible with the crown prince's position. There is no chance, and her eighth prince will be able to take the throne.

If the eighth prince becomes the crown prince and inherits the throne in the future, she will become the queen mother, and even the aloof Murong Defeng will have to be stepped on by her.

The queen's body was shaky. She wanted to excuse the concubine, but she was unable to say a complete sentence because of her severe cough.

The imperial concubine herself thought that the day was about to end, but Emperor Dongzhou just helped her up.

"My beloved, you have been wronged. The matter has been investigated clearly. You were wrongly accused. The real culprit is someone else, and he is at the scene."

Emperor Dongzhou's words were like throwing a pebble on a calm lake, causing ripples to appear immediately.

Concubine Wan was the most panicked. She didn't expect that the evidence was conclusive and the concubine could be exonerated. She obviously acted very carefully, so the imperial guards should not be able to find out.

Emperor Dongzhou's eyes swept over the heads of the concubines one by one, and finally landed on the eighth prince.

"Yan'er, come to Father."

"Yes, Father."

The five-year-old Xiaotuanzi didn't know what was happening, so he grinned and ran towards Emperor Dongzhou.

Wanbi looked at her empty hands, and her heart became even more panicked. Her father was only a fifth-grade official. If what she had done was really exposed, His Majesty would never keep her.

Emperor Dongzhou picked up the eighth prince, kissed him, and asked him with a smile, "Yan'er, among these people here, besides your mother and concubine, who else do you like?"

This sentence undoubtedly indirectly sentenced Wanbi to death. The other concubines quickly distanced themselves from her, for fear of being implicated by her.

The five-year-old Chu Jinyan didn't know what this meant, but his mother-in-law said that he should listen to his father's words, so he thought about it carefully, and finally set his sights on Empress Murong.

"Father, I like the Queen."