Outside the palace, peace was not to be found either.
The news that the Heir Xie Xun of Duke Fu's Mansion was poisoned by Crown Prince Ji Zhui also spread.
The temperature in the hall plummeted as if into an ice cellar. Crown Prince Ji Zhui was pinned to the ground by the Imperial Guards, subject to a cold and sinister gaze. A jade pendant was hurled at him, creating a gash on his forehead, and his half of the face was dripping with blood, yet he was trembling with fear.
How could he care about the pain? He hurriedly took something out and kowtowed vehemently.
"Father, this is a frame-up. Look, this is Buhuo, found in the private room of the restaurant."
"Your son has been touched by Buhuo? How could I have acted against Heir Xie? Even if I had three heads and six arms, I can't be in two places at once. I haven't returned to the palace yet."
Emperor He looked at him coldly: "A frame-up?"
"A frame-up using your name to act against me, or a frame-up that you poisoned Xie Xun?"
