Daughter of the Prince of Rebirth

Chapter 872 The Grand Finale (8)
"There are three possibilities. One is that as we have seen, Huarui killed the ninth prince and blamed the prince. The second is that the third prince deliberately framed him. He killed the ninth prince and blamed the prince. Killing the Ninth Prince and letting Hua Rui take the blame, the scene just now was just acting for outsiders..."

Ouyang Shaoxian's tone was low, the struggle for the throne has been passed down from generation to generation, and no generation will be spared. In order to aspire to the Ninth Five-Year Throne, many people will do whatever it takes, regardless of the consequences...

"The emperor should have thought of this too!" The reason why he was in a hurry to end this matter was because he didn't want to make it worse.

The emperor is still alive, but in order to win the throne, his sons actually killed each other under his nose. He was terrified. What's more, the prince of Liyue Kingdom, the princes are all here. If the news spread, it would be embarrassing for the Ouyang royal family , it would be better to let Huarui bear the crime, it is the slave who is cruel and daring, who murdered the prince, and has nothing to do with the Ouyang royal family.

The crown prince and Concubine Ye had a huge fight, killing the Ninth Prince was straightforward, and Concubine Ye would have no bargaining chips to fight for the throne. However, the crown prince would become the biggest suspect. With his intelligence, he would not do such a stupid thing.

The power of the third prince gradually dissipated under the pressure of the crown prince and concubine Ye Gui, and he was about to lose the qualification to fight for the throne. If he killed the ninth prince, blamed the prince, and let the prince and concubine Ye Gui kill each other, he would be a fisherman The benefit is not impossible.

Things are really complicated.

As a concubine in the harem, the most important thing is the heirs. It can also be said that the Ninth Prince is Ye Guifei's reliance and all her hopes. The Ninth Prince died for no reason. With Ye Guifei's temper, she will never let it go easily. There is going to be another big fight in the capital, I don't know if it will be carried out in the dark, or it will be moved to the bright side.

"Let them solve the affairs of the royal family by themselves. Let's not worry about it!" The child will be born in two months, and there are only two months left for Ouyang Shaoxian and Murong Yu to be together. Don't want to waste any more.

"Shaoxian, the child's name, have you figured it out?" The affairs of the royal family are indeed annoying, and Murong Yu doesn't want to pay too much attention to them. Thinking about Nangong Lian's meaningful gaze when they left the palace, Murong Yu sighed helplessly. , I am afraid that the superficial calm of the Qingsong capital will be broken!

"After thinking about it for a while, let's go back and study, which one is the most suitable..." The carriage galloped on the quiet road, billowing up smoke and dust.

Although Ouyang Yehao was a child, he was also a heir of the royal family, a prince proclaimed by the emperor himself. After King Hao passed away, the capital banned all happy events for half a month, and every household was decorated with elegant plain colors.

Murong Yu is Princess Xuan of Chu, a member of the Ouyang royal family, dressed in plain white clothes and Ouyang Shaoxian entered the palace to mourn the Ninth Prince.

The funeral of the Ninth Prince was held according to the prince's treatment, and it was very grand. Most of the palace was covered in plain white, and those who came to express their condolences were also dressed in plain clothes, with simple attire, without any festive colors.

Murong Yu paid condolences to the Ninth Prince, and stood by the wooden pillar in the main hall. As far as he could see, no matter the decoration or the clothes of the people, they were all plain white. The Empress, Crown Prince, Concubine Wei, and the Tenth Prince stood opposite.

The empress is the mother of a country, and also the aunt of the ninth prince. She is the one who arranges the funeral of the nine princes.

The tenth prince, Ouyang Yehen, was still young and didn't understand what happened. Seeing that everyone in the room had serious expressions, he didn't dare to speak loudly, so he gently tugged at the corner of Concubine Wei's clothes, and asked cautiously, "Concubine Mother, what happened?" What's the matter? Why aren't everyone laughing?"

Concubine Wei hurriedly covered the mouth of the Tenth Prince, and looked around, seeing that no one noticed them, she secretly breathed a sigh of relief: "Don't talk nonsense, everyone is so serious, there is a reason, after going back, Concubine Mother Tell you why..."

"Okay!" The tenth prince nodded half-understood, his big eyes were only twinkling with doubts, puzzled, more like Nangong Lian.

"My lord!" A guard quickly walked over to Ouyang Shaoxian, whispered a few words, and Ouyang Shaoxian's gaze instantly became as deep as a pool.

"Shaoxian, what happened?" Murong Yu's intuition told him that something big was about to happen.

"I can't predict exactly what will happen!" Ouyang Shaoxian's deep eyes were solemn like never before: "Xiangya!"

"What's the matter?" Wang Xiangya had just entered the hall when she heard Ouyang Shaoxian's call and hurried over.

"I'll go out for a while, you stand here with Yu'er, no matter what happens, don't act rashly!" In the last few words, Ouyang Shaoxian emphasized his tone, showing that things are really difficult.

"Don't worry, I know how to measure!" When Wang Xiangya walked into the palace, she felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere. She knew that even if Ouyang Shaoxian didn't warn her, she wouldn't. Will act rashly.

Ouyang Shaoxian held Murong Yurou's boneless little hand tightly, as if promising, but also as if swearing: "Don't worry, I'll be back soon!"

"Empress, please slow down!" Ouyang Shaoxian had just left, when the court ladies comforted her softly, Murong Yu's cold eyes moved to the door, and the court ladies were crowding around Concubine Ye Gui.

Concubine Ye Gui lost her son, her young face seemed to have aged several decades overnight, her expression was haggard, her face was exhausted, her eyes were empty, the maids supported her, and she still staggered a little when she walked.

After all the ceremonies are over, the Ninth Prince is about to be buried, and Concubine Ye Gui, who is his mother, comes to bid him a final farewell.

The coffin is made of the best nanmu, which is waterproof and gas-proof. When the lid is opened, the Ninth Prince appears in front of his eyes, wearing a small prince's court dress embroidered with golden dragon patterns, a jade crown on his head, dark purple court boots on his feet, and a pair of little adults' clothes. His eyes were closed tightly, and his long eyelashes were slightly upturned. If it wasn't for his pale face and body without temperature, others would have thought he was asleep.

Concubine Ye Gui's face was calm without any waves, deep sadness appeared in the bottom of her empty eyes, she reached out tremblingly, and gently stroked the cold little face of the Ninth Prince, her tone was low and sharp: "Hao'er, your little one At a young age, if you are plotted against and unfortunately die, your mother and concubine will avenge you, and you must also be strong, revenge if you have revenge, and revenge if you have injustice!"

(End of this chapter)