Explosive favorite poisonous concubine: the black-bellied prince chases after his wife

Chapter 186 The Truth About the Tragic Death
Only then did Hua Qingcheng understand that the reason why Fang Zeyin suddenly asked for an audience at such a critical moment was not because of Shangguan Liangyue's call, but because of the imperial decree.

Thinking of this, she felt a little sorry for Shangguan Liangyue, but her eyes turned cold when she thought of the person who might harm her at any time.

"Let Physician Fang come in."

At the moment when An Fu proclaimed the decree, the old lady, Shangguan Lianyue and Hou Banhua were all pale.

However, things could not be stopped.

Shangguan Lianyue looked at Shangguan Liangyue in a blink of an eye, especially when she saw the sly smile in those deep black eyes, she felt cold all over.

The old lady lowered her head, constantly thinking about how to extract the entire Shangguan palace from it, so as not to be condemned by the majesty.

Shangguan Liangyue looked at the three people with different shapes and colors coldly, a vortex quietly ignited in the black eyes as deep as an ancient pool.

Fang Zeyin led the three imperial physicians to enter the garden with the permission of the eldest princess.

After cleaning their hands, the three put white cloth covers on their hands, looking solemn.

Fang Zeyin glanced at Shangguan Liangyue with a cold face, and understood what happened in his heart.

Just before receiving the imperial edict, he met Qiao Qing.

According to what Qiao Qing said, the maid who followed Shangguan Lianyue went to see Ge Shi.

Qiao Qing followed her not far away, watching her hand over a small porcelain vase to Ge Shi, then leaned over Ge Shi and said a few words.

The voice was not loud, but it couldn't escape Qiao Qing's ears.

"This is what the third lady asked the servant to hand over to you. The third lady told the servant that the contents of this porcelain vase must be taken by the second lady immediately, so that Shangguan Liangyue will never block the way of the third lady again."

After finishing speaking, the maid stared straight at Ge Shi.

Ge Shi was stunned for a while, then looked at the maid with slightly dazed eyes: "What else did Miss San say?"

The servant girl's expression was cold: "Third Miss said, if the Second Madam doesn't drink, let the maidservant drink it forcibly."

"You, you mean she wants you to force it down?!"

Ge Shi raised his hand tremblingly, the hand holding the porcelain vase seemed to be as heavy as gold, and tears could not help but flow down.

For this daughter, she has done her best, why didn't she leave her the last bit of dignity?

With a swollen face like a pig's head, Ge's clothes were messy, he lifted the porcelain bottle tremblingly, opened it, and poured it all into his mouth with his neck raised.

But after that entrance, she suddenly regretted it again!
Why is she doing this? !She can't live anymore!Why is my daughter still like this? !
Thinking of this, she wanted to spit out the poison in her mouth, but the maid saw her sudden repentance, and immediately stepped forward, covering her mouth with her hands tightly to prevent her from spitting it out.

She struggled several times, but Ge Shi had no strength left. After tearing a few times, she gave up struggling.

Geshi lying on the ground still had tears of remorse in the corners of his eyes, and he died staring blankly after a while.

Seeing this, Qiao Qing took another deep look at the maid's arm, turned and left.

He told Fang Zeyin what he saw, and Fang Zeyin asked him to go and ask for an order to thoroughly investigate Ge's death, while he rushed to the Shangguan palace.

Looking at Ge Shi's cut throat and esophagus at this time, Fang Zeyin's eyes on that delicate face could not help but narrow slightly.

If Hou Banhua really investigated Ge Shi's death thoroughly, he would not just deal with it like this.

Thinking of this, he gave him a cold look.

Seeing Fang Zeyin's cold gaze, Hou Banhua seemed to have noticed something, and cold sweat ran down his forehead and down his neck.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, lowered his head and stared at the ground in front of him, not daring to look up again.

(End of this chapter)