I heard that Niangniang is nearsighted

Chapter 506 Is Fan Zhaorong Really Dead-
Temple of Guanyun

"The emperor has already suspected you." Shengzi's face was serious.

The saint curled up her long hair leisurely, with a smile on her cat's eyes, "So what if I doubt it, he has no evidence that I did it, and I took the opportunity to take back the Gu worm when I was by the lake."

Without evidence, Gu Jinghuai has nothing to do with her.

After all, the Holy Maiden has a noble status and is an envoy from the Southern Kingdom. If there is no evidence to convince the world, Gu Jinghuai will not be able to take her down directly.

At that time, the Southern Kingdom may also go to war against Daqing.

Dayang had just made a truce with Liuguo, and if he rashly confronted Nanguo, he might have more intentions but not enough strength.

"However, Gu Jinghuai is so cruel to his concubine, I never imagined..." The saint smiled as if she was watching a show, and it would be the best if she could disturb Gu Jinghuai's harem while taking advantage of the chaos.

The courtiers may not want their emperor to be so angry and crowned as a beautiful woman, and the matter of abolishing the empress will involve a lot.

The holy son lowered his eyelashes, and the sun fell on his eyelashes, dyeing them into a light golden luster, "I'm afraid the deposed queen will be delayed."

That His Majesty is very shrewd.

Proposing to abolish the empress is just a warning to those restless concubines. The empress has built a good reputation in the past, but she only made a mistake once, and the empress did not directly attack Fan Zhaorong.

It is inevitable to be too harsh after the abolition.

But if in the name of abolishing the empress, he wants to draw something out, and then quietly takes everything into his eyes, and in the end it is a regress on the surface, in fact, he has long planned to deal with it differently.

I am afraid……

There is also an undercurrent in the court hall of this great palace, and it is not peaceful.

The saint didn't have much interest in whether Gu Jinghuai was abolished or not. What she cared about was—"Is that Fan Zhaorong really dead? Gu Jinghuai has kept it a secret until now. We haven't even seen Fan Zhaorong's body."

But if Fan Zhaorong hadn't died, there would be no need for Gu Jinghuai to make such a big fuss.

The government and the public were angered, and the harem was in turmoil.

Temporarily withdrawing her mind from Fan Zhaorong, the saint frowned, "I just took this opportunity to take the holy beast away. Now is the time when no one can care about the holy beast."

"That's right, the weather is hot now, and the corpse of the Prince of Wu has to be transported back, otherwise it will be easily spoiled, and we don't have much time."

"Ah."

The saint took the opportunity to go to Luo Temple.

The gates of the Luoshen Temple were deserted, and the faces of the palace people seemed to be covered with gray, and the atmosphere was oppressive.

The saint didn't alarm anyone, and patrolled the inner hall, but found no trace of the holy beast.

"Where will the holy beast be?" The saint heard footsteps at this time, and she turned her head to hide in the shadows.

Meteor, who escaped, walked in with a sad face, "I was the one who killed the master. The court lady obviously hanged herself. When we found out, that person was already dead. The queen mother insisted that the master murdered him to silence him!"

"... Meteor, be careful." Liuying said in a low voice, "Now that the master is gone, no one can protect you no matter how open your mouth is."

"I know, Sister Liuying, only you and I can speak here."

Is Fan Zhaorong really dead?
The saint hiding in the dark raised her eyebrows slightly, but it seemed that the maid named Meteor was more innocent than the calm Liu Ying.

Liuying stopped suddenly.

"What's the matter, Miss Liuying?"

"I always feel something is wrong." Liu Ying frowned and looked around, then went behind the screen to take a look, "Maybe I was wrong."

Meteor sighed, put the handkerchief in his hand on the table, took out the handkerchief from the basin and wrung it clean, and began to wipe the exquisite antiques on the shelf.

(End of this chapter)