"Father, who was the first to rush in, and who shouted that you used poison?" Ye Qianning asked.
Xiang Minghou's gaze flickered to the Guard Commander and the young servant.
"Arrest them," Ye Qianning said.
Without the slightest hesitation, Xiang Minghou waved his hand, and two figures restrained the young servant and the Guard Commander.
"The Prince Mansion's security is airtight! We wouldn't miss the slightest disturbance," the Guard Commander struggled.
"Old Princess Consort, Your Highness, this servant and Guard Zhang were standing watch right at the door. We heard the Old Prince cry out in anger with our own ears, and then he smashed his cup and collapsed," the young servant wailed.
"Treason! This is treason! How dare you commit murder in the Helian Royal Mansion! Son, you saw it all! Why haven't you arrested them yet?" The Old Princess Consort was over sixty years old, her eyes bloodshot and her expression terrifyingly savage.
