Royal daughter-in-law

Chapter 678 The Real Reason (1)
Only now did Yun Wanqin understand what it meant.

How many reasons can a mother cruelly poison her parents and children?Tiger poison does not eat offspring, it is rare in ordinary people to have such viciousness, and it is even rarer in the imperial palace. Women in the harem are not looking forward to offspring until they are crazy, and they all rely on offspring to firmly favor them. From pregnancy to giving birth for ten months, Trembling with trepidation, for fear of being fooled by others, after birth, I also stare at the upbringing, for fear that the child will make a mistake.

The prince is not only the flesh and blood, but also the guarantee for them to live and work, especially for concubines like the Helian family who have made great promises of marriage and have no relatives to rely on.

But she would rather not have this guarantee, rather kill her parents and children?
Seeing the glistening sweat on her hair, Qingchan couldn't help asking: "Princess, what's wrong? What's wrong with the medicine?"

Except for the doctors around the third master and herself, no one knew the name of the poison in the third master, and Qingchan didn't know either.Yun Wanqin calmed down and didn't answer, but asked: "After meeting Prince Helian that day, your concubine returned to the Empress Mingcui, how did you react in the past few days?"

Qingchan swallowed her saliva: "Your concubine has always been the closest to Lan Ting, even if she has any private words, she rarely talks to the three of us, but after that day, your concubine is indeed a little abnormal, she is absent-minded every day, and she is a servant all day long. Entering the inner room to deliver tea, I only heard her muttering something to Lanting, "here, what should come is finally here"... Seeing the servants go in, I will stop talking..."

Yun Wanqin's heart seemed dark and bright, and after a while, she pulled Qingchan's hand: "He Lianyun will definitely ask you how things are going when he enters the palace tomorrow."

Qingchan gritted her teeth: "This servant will never listen to his instigation again."

"If he doesn't succeed this time, he won't give up. Without you, he will pick someone else to help him. It's impossible to guard against." Yun Wanqin looked at her.

"Then what to do...how to stop him?" Qingchan opened her eyes wide, only to see Yun Wanqin ordering: "You go back to Cuiming Palace today, tell your concubine that He Lianyun asked you to poison the prince, and say In order not to be known, the medicine has been thrown into the lake. Now the only one who can stop He Lianyun is your concubine."

Once the annual rainy season kicks off, it can never stop.

After nightfall, lightning tore through the sky like a hungry beast, accompanied by a series of thunderstorms, and heavy rain poured down. The bean-sized raindrops shattered into several petals and gathered in a slightly concave place to form a ditch.

This year's rain is stronger than previous years. In previous years, although there was a lot of rain before the summer, it was continuous and fine. This year, every time it rains, it has an earth-shattering momentum, almost tearing apart the sky, like a sign before a big change.

Chongwen Hall is located in the northwest part of the imperial palace. It is the residence where Xiahou Shiting worked and lived in the palace on weekdays.

At this moment, the man in the Yunlong Tenghai robe was standing under the corridor of the palace gate, wearing a rain hat and coir raincoat, with his palms curled up under the narrow sleeves, and the jade wrench fingers glowed coolly between his palms.

Shi Yao'an stood behind the master, and Qi Huai'en had just left.

The princess asked Qi Huaien to tell the third master all the things he found in the palace in the past few days.

After Qi Huaien left, the third master had been standing in the porch without speaking for a long time.

Shi Yaoan saw that his face was iron, like the oppressive sky in front of him, and knew that he had mixed feelings in his heart.

The puppet is scattered, the poison in the third master turned out to be the poison possessed by the slaves. Although the princess didn't say it clearly when she sent the message to Qi Huaien, it was self-evident.

It was your concubine who poisoned her back then?

"Third Master, it may be that the murderer who killed you back then accidentally got the puppet powder... maybe it may be." Shi Yaoan couldn't help but speak.

Although these words are consolation, Shi Yaoan himself is not confident enough. Puppet powder is rare, and even the Yao court judge took a long time to find out what kind of poison it is. How can ordinary people in the palace get it so easily? Since He Lianyun has It is not difficult for Concubine Helian, who is also a Meng slave, to bring the poison from the north.

But how?Your concubine—how could you murder your parents and children?Shi Yao'an, like Yun Wanqin who was a few halls away, couldn't figure it out even if he was thinking about it.

Is it for favor?Deliberately murdering his own flesh and blood to frame other concubines?After all, although such vicious means are rare, they still existed in all dynasties.

But if you think about it again, it's impossible.Losing a prince—just to frame other women?This deal is worth the candle!For the noble concubine who has no reliance, it is not worth it.It was also impossible for the noble concubine who was favored at that time.

In the heavy rain, muffled thunder rumbled frequently, the luster in Xiahou Shiting's eyes flickered slightly, and his mind gradually became clear.

Back then, the poison in his body could not even be found out, let alone the right medicine.

Later, it was a coincidence that Yao Guangyao found an ancient book in the internal medical library of the Imperial Hospital, so he could determine what kind of poison he was suffering from.

But—is that really a coincidence?A year after he became sensible, when Yao Guangyao consulted him privately, he had inadvertently asked Yao Guangyao how he was able to find only one medical case that recorded Puppet San, because there were so many books in the internal medical library.

Yao Guangyao once mentioned that it was a coincidence that in those days, in order to find out what kind of poison King Qin was suffering from, he, a medical idiot, spent day and night reading books in the library of medical records.

That day, your concubine brought the palace servants to the medical library of the inner city, and asked him privately how the emperor's injury was. Before leaving, the palace servants beside your concubine accidentally knocked over a pile of dusty ancient books that had not been read for a long time. It was in that stack of ancient books that Yao Guangyao found the poison that matched his illness, so that he could prescribe the right medicine and gradually learn the antidote.

When he heard it, he didn't take it seriously.Now when I think about it, it seems that my concubine arranged it deliberately for Yao Guangyao to find out.

That means that the mother-in-law has always known what kind of poison he has, and deliberately released information to let Yao Guangyao know.

Since she poisoned herself, why should she save herself in the end!
The thunder was sharp and rumbled past his ears, Xiahou Shiting lowered his head, and his slightly rough fingers rubbed the smooth fingers on his fingertips.

Leaving the palace when she was too young, her memory is not clear, but the scene of being separated from her mother and concubine is vivid in my mind.

Accompanied by the maids, the beautiful young woman with sad eyes stood at the corner gate of the palace, watching the palace people carry the prince on their shoulders and send him to Xiangguo Temple.

"Mother, mother. Why don't you come with me? I hurt so much, my stomach hurts, and my bones seem to be bitten by insects..." The three or four-year-old child, who was carved out of ice and jade, sat on the shoulder, crying weakly, but He didn't even have the strength to cry out, like a wounded little beast, weeping weakly on his shoulders, the poisoned bruises all over his body hadn't completely faded, the premature suffering made him grow up overnight, understand I can no longer live in the palace like other princes, accompanied by my own mother.

The three-year-old child left the palace alone, with no future, and life and death were uncertain. From then on, there was only one person to accompany him in life, and that was himself.

With tears in her mouth, the young woman tried her best to suppress her tears. Finally, leaving aside the maid, she ran up a few steps and knelt down, took out a jade wrench from her bosom, and wrapped it around the child's neck with a red rope: "Shi Ting, mother!" I'm sorry... You have to go out of the palace to survive. If you miss your mother, just look at this finger, and take it with you anytime, anywhere, just like your mother is in front of you—"

(End of this chapter)