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Mu Yinyin wasn't angry after hearing this, she just covered her mouth and smiled, "Yin Yin knows that the second brother is the hardest-spoken and soft-hearted. The second brother said this because he was thinking about Yin Yin."

Mu Shiyan's face flushed suddenly, he stiffened his back and turned around angrily, "That's nonsense, huh, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you here, let's go."

After saying that, he turned around and left, but his posture was somewhat similar to his hands and feet, which made Mu Shixing and others unable to hold back their laughter.

Mu Shijin kept his word, and after seeing Mu Yinyin sent back to Qiankun Palace with Mu Jingyan and Mu Shixing, he left the palace and went to the Qin Mansion.

When Qin Ling learned that his grandson was coming, he was very happy and hurriedly came out to greet him.

"Old minister, I see His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." Qin Ling is nearly 70 years old, but he is already in good health and in excellent spirits.

"Grandpa, this is not the palace. We don't need so many courtesy when meeting our family members." Mu Shijin politely supported Qin Ling, but in the end, he respectfully treated Qin Ling as a junior, which made Qin Ling burst into laughter.

Mouth.

"According to our meeting last month, the prince seems to have grown a lot taller." Qin Ling looked at Mu Shijin lovingly, trying to find a trace of his daughter who died young in him, "Okay... okay..."

"Grandpa, how is your health?" Mu Shijin took a box from the hand behind him and handed it over, "This is the Ganoderma lucidum my grandson found by chance. It is said that taking it can prolong life."

"I originally wanted to wait for my grandpa's birthday next month as a gift."

"I left the palace today, so I sent it here by the way."

"You kid is really thoughtful." Qin Ling smiled, "Then grandpa is not polite and will accept your filial piety."

"I came here unexpectedly today, but what's the matter?"

Qin Ling knew that his grandson, who was sensible and filial but always separated from his Qin family, must have encountered some difficulties if he could come to his door today.

"Is uncle here?" Mu Shijin scanned the inner hall and asked knowingly.

He naturally knew about Qin Xiaoxian's kneeling outside Qiankun Palace all night.

Hearing Mu Shijin mention Qin Xiaoxian, Qin Ling's expression changed slightly, "I'm lying in the room, I haven't woken up yet! Your uncle has such a stubborn temper that he insists on confronting the emperor."

"How many times have I told him that accompanying a king is like accompanying a tiger, and the emperor will always be the emperor."

"I know he feels sorry for Shui'er and Yu Lan, but that's not how things work."

"He just relied on himself to sit in the position of right prime minister, and his wings became strong."

Speaking of Ci Qinling, he paused and looked at Mu Shijin deeply, "Prince, are you here because of Yu Lan's affairs?"

"I have heard a little bit about her affairs in the palace."

"I know that you, like your uncle, dote on Yu Lan, but her repeated conflicts with that noble man's little princess must not be entirely his fault."

"I can't persuade your uncle, but you are different, Prince. You are the future crown prince of Beiyue. There are some things that cannot be disturbed by personal affairs."

Mu Shijin lowered his eyes slightly, "Grandpa, you have misunderstood. My grandson came here this time for Yu Lan's sake, but he did not want to speak for Yu Lan."

"But my grandson has another important matter that he wants to tell his grandfather, which involves the inside story of what happened to his mother and queen back then."

"What did you say?" Qin Ling took a breath and swept the teacup on the table to the ground with trembling hands. The fine teacup shattered and the hot tea spilled on the floor.

At the same time, deep inside the palace prison.

Mrs. Zhao huddled in the corner of the cell with disheveled hair, muttering something in her mouth, "Everything the civilian woman said is true, the civilian woman did not lie..."

"Your Majesty, please spare my life..."

"Zhong Mianxue framed a civilian woman."

Someone stood in front of the cell. He was dressed like a jailer. He looked around nervously. When he saw that no one else was paying attention, he raised his hand and patted the cell door.

"Ms. Zhao, someone asked me to bring you some food."

The jailer threw a tightly wrapped oil paper bag into the cell.

Mrs. Zhao stared blankly at the oil paper bag and did not take it.

In the past few days, she had been tortured in all kinds of ways in the prison, and it was worse than death. Even so, she still had a basic sense of caution.

The jailer seemed to have read her thoughts and took out something from his arms, "This is a token. The other party said that you will know who she is after seeing it."

Mrs. Zhao looked at the jade pendant in the jailer's hand, her eyes suddenly lit up, "Is it moon red?!"

"Yes." A dark light flashed quickly in the jailer's eyes, "She told you to take care of yourself, and she will find a way to rescue you later."

Mrs. Zhao smiled crazily as if she had seen the last hope, and then crawled to the butter bag like a mad dog snatching food. She tore open the paper bag with trembling hands, took the bun and stuffed it into her mouth desperately, "I knew Yue

The Red Cross will find a way, she won't leave me alone."

Seeing that Mrs. Zhao had eaten, the jailer stood up with satisfaction and responded casually, "Yes, she will definitely not leave you alone."

"Just go to the underworld and wait."

The smile on Zhao's face froze. She realized something and quickly wanted to spit out the meat buns she had swallowed, but it was already too late.

The steamed bun was filled with a poison that had been sealed at the entrance and throat. The poison had spread rapidly. She couldn't even make a cry for help and could only stare at the jailer.

Soon, Mrs. Zhao died.

The jailer cleaned up the scene without leaving any traces, then left as if nothing had happened and went to find the person who ordered him to do this.

In the Qin Mansion, Qin Ling was so shocked that he couldn't recover for a long time after hearing Mu Shijin's words.

"That kid really looks exactly like Shui'er?"

Mu Shijin nodded solemnly, "My grandson dare not deceive grandpa."

"Exactly the same..." Qin Ling quickly came to his senses and his eyes became sharp, "What about Yu Lan? The people who delivered your mother's baby back then were all trustworthy people arranged by the Qin family."

"There's no way anything could go wrong with this."

"My grandson is also secretly investigating this matter." Mu Shijin frowned, "But the result is not ideal. The people who delivered the mother's birth have died one after another."

"What?" Qin Ling's expression condensed. Those who delivered Shui'er back then were arranged by him himself.

Although Shui'er died due to dystocia in the end, they were not blamed. The Qin family was also reasonable, so they did not embarrass them.

Not only that, the Qin family also gave each of them money and land so that they could enjoy their old age in peace.

Qin Ling had been in the court for many years, and even though he didn't want to believe it, he realized that things were probably exactly what Mu Shijin said.

"Prince, I want to see the child in person." Qin Ling held Mu Shijin's hand eagerly, "The prince can arrange it?"

"Of course." Mu Shijin nodded, "But before that, my uncle may need to trouble grandpa."

"My uncle has a deep grudge against Yin Yin. It may be difficult for my grandson to convince his uncle before he finds the evidence, but he is also afraid that his uncle will help Mu Yulan target Yin Yin."