Shi Qingyi saw the tray in the palace attendant’s hands.
"Please go ahead, Young Master Shi," the palace attendant stared at him coldly.
Marquis Wenyuan’s legal spouse was still struggling, "I must see His Royal Highness the Phoenix Monarch, His Royal Highness the Phoenix Monarch is fond of Qingyi, he would be willing to save him..."
"Slap!" Marquis Wenyuan could no longer restrain himself and raised his hand to slap his legal spouse.
"Someone come, the legal spouse has lost his mind. Take him to the back yard and do not let him go out for some time."
Foolish things, does he not see what sin he has committed? Framing His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, at this point, even if the Phoenix Monarch has the heart to tear him apart, he would still go and save him?
Marquis Wenyuan has had a harrowing time lately.
Marquis Wenyuan is from the empress’s family, the Crown Prince’s maternal family, and naturally, a staunch supporter of the Crown Prince’s party.
Yet, this fool of his own, as the prospective Crown Prince’s legal spouse, actually went on to expose the Crown Prince for plotting treason!
He remembered how his colleagues looked at him as if he were a fool when he went to court, and felt endlessly ashamed and annoyed.
When he entered the palace, even the Phoenix Monarch, who had always treated him with great respect, unprecedentedly reprimanded him, openly criticizing his lack of parenting skills.
Anyway, during this period, Marquis Wenyuan felt that he had lost all face and dignity.
Now, the so-called "evidence" this scourge came up with turned out to be fake; he had the audacity and recklessness to frame His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!
Upon hearing the imperial secret decree, Marquis Wenyuan only hated that his body was so robust that he did not faint on the spot. It’s over now, even if Marquis Wenyuan’s family had close relations with the Crown Prince, after such an incident, even if this scourge was put to death, a rift would have developed between them.
But Shi Qingyi was staring deathly at that small cup of wine on the tray; he knew what it was, something that could take his life!
He did not want to die, he could not die, he had yet to enjoy all the glory and wealth, why should he die?
"I want to see His Royal Highness the Crown Prince; she likes me so much, she cares for me so much, right! She will not let me die..."
The palace attendant stared at him coldly; this eldest son of Marquis Wenyuan’s family, it seems his mind was not clear, even if His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had such affection for him, faced with such an incident, she likely would not have any sympathy for him anymore.
Shi Qingyi shouted twice, seemingly realizing something, and suddenly changed his plea, "I want to see the Eighth Prince, I want to see the Eighth Prince..."
The palace attendant’s expression changed, and there were some things they were not supposed to hear.
She made a subtle gesture to the attendants around her, and the few who had come with her immediately understood her intent.
Two attendants restrained Shi Qingyi, and the palace attendant forcefully pried open his mouth, pouring the entire cup of wine down his throat.
This was the strongest poison in the imperial court, known as Silencing Blood.
Almost immediately after that cup of wine went down, Shi Qingyi began convulsing.
The palace attendants watched as he took his last breath.
The palace attendant bearing the imperial decree looked at Marquis Wenyuan, who could not bear to look and turned his head aside, and said indifferently, "By imperial order: The great eldest son of Marquis Wenyuan’s family died suddenly of unknown cause. It is inauspicious to bury him in the ancestral tomb, for fear that it would bring disaster to the Wen family."
Marquis Wenyuan suddenly turned his head, so Qingyi was to die and not enjoy ancestral worship after death, forever a lonely and wandering ghost?
The Emperor, to harbor such deep hatred towards Qingyi!
Her shoulders slumped, and she seemed to age several years in an instant.
"I understand," she said.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is the emperor’s untouchable scale, and no one may lay a finger on it.