Coincidentally, in the mountains near Wucheng, only Fengshan produces irises, and Fengshan is located in a remote place, and few people pass by in the past. Now that the prince is injured, he finds this iris petal, which makes people stare. It fell on Hua Rongruo.

Everyone knows that Hua Rongruo has been going to Fengshan most frequently recently, but there is no way to prove that this matter is related to her, but the suspicion cannot be cast aside.

It's just that there are some things at this moment that are more serious than flower petals.

"Hua Rongruo, do you know what this is?" Chenhuang asked coldly.

Hua Rongruo said respectfully: "If you go back to the emperor, purple iris!"

"The prince was injured and poisoned. This is the only evidence left by the murderer. The guards next to the prince also said that there was a young servant named Na Hua who sent him to the prince as the daughter of Washington and murdered the prince!" Chenhuang said in a cold voice. The twin star pupils are full of evil spirit.

Hua Rongruo and Hua Rongxin hurriedly leaned down and said respectfully: "The emperor is wise, my servant has never sent someone to send an iris."

"This is just your one-sided statement, especially you Hua Rongruo. It is said that you pick fresh iris every few days. There are many rare flowers in the world. Why do you only love the wild flowers in the mountains? I don't believe you are The murderer, but you are not free from suspicion!" Chenhuang said in a deep voice, and glanced at Helian Qiyu from the corner of his eye.

Helian Qiyu pursed his lips slightly, and stood quietly not far away, as if everything had nothing to do with him, but no one knew the excitement and distress in his heart at the moment.

What happened today was beyond his expectation. Even now, no matter how he thinks about it, he can't figure out who can get close to the prince. The guards around the prince are all capable people arranged by the emperor himself. To be able to easily break through them is largely due to acquaintances.

And the evidence of irises is even more ridiculous. If it was designed by a woman, how could she arrange for a servant to deliver it?

There is something wrong with this matter.

What he was most concerned about was not why someone poisoned the prince, he would not die anyway, but Hua Rongruo's habit of picking irises every few days made him feel relaxed and happy.

Recently, because he was angry with her ruthlessness, he never entered the gate of Washington once, and he didn't even go to Fengshan. He only hated her for being too ruthless, and he became ruthless himself.

But she never expected that she would care so much about Iris,

Helian Qiyu thought that the worry between his eyebrows became lighter, and when he heard Emperor Chen mention the suspicion, he naturally refused to let Hua Rongruo suffer half a grievance, "Father, if you say suspicion, neither the minister nor Han Shangshu can do it." Be alone!"

"What does it have to do with Han Aiqing, don't talk nonsense!" Chenhuang scolded, because Helian Qiyu was responsible for all the crown prince's birthday banquet, but something like this happened, and he blamed him wholeheartedly.

Helian Qiyu didn't care about Emperor Chen's attitude, and looked up at Han Qinglan. He didn't like this person in the first place, but because of Hua Rongruo's relationship, he didn't like him even more.

"His Royal Highness Li is talking about the minister's going to Fengshan yesterday!" Han Qinglan replied lightly, stepped forward and respectfully knelt down to Emperor Chen, "Your Majesty, the minister is indeed suspected! I am willing to obey the emperor's arrangement!"

"Did Han Shangshu go to Fengshan yesterday?" Taifu Wang, who had been silent on the side, sneered. Seeing Han Qinglan's complexion, he said coldly: "Miss Hua San went to Fengshan to practice martial arts, but I don't know why Master Shangshu is here. Did you go for the purpose of practicing kung fu?"

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