Mrs. Zhao walked around the streets and chatted with her neighbors for a while before returning to the inn.
As soon as he stepped into the room, he saw Zhao Da lying unconscious on the ground with blood on his head.
"My son... my son!" Mrs. Zhao walked over with trembling legs and tried to wake up Zhao Da, but Zhao Da had no breath and his face was pale. He kept his eyes wide open until he died, as if full of grievances.
From Changle Hall to the Imperial Palace, if you use your full strength, it will take one hour to go back and forth.
But Murong Yun hasn't brought the Heavenly Royal Holy Lotus back yet, maybe she doesn't want to save her eldest sister-in-law at all.
Is this just her excuse?
Zhao Da's eyes rolled twice, his heart full of calculations.
Jiang Mengyue's pretty face was full of disgust, and she shouted coldly, "If you don't hurry up and get things done, why did you call me here? Do you think I have a good temper and will tolerate you again and again?"
"No, no, of course not..." Zhao Da lowered his posture and smiled flatteringly.
The anger in Jiang Mengyue's heart gradually increased.
She knew that the Zhao family was in trouble, which could be seen from Zhao's actions, but she didn't expect that they would be so unable to hold up the wall.
He didn't even do what she told him to do, and he got into trouble.
Thinking of this, Murong Jia face turned pale. Although he knew that Murong Yun was protected by thunder, he was still worried about what might happen. He was about to rush over, but when he went down the steps, he saw something wrong with the expressions of the palace guards.
His eyes turned cold, and before he could speak, the guards knelt down and said, "Eldest prince, the County princess, something may have happened to the princess."
The guard had trouble saying anything, who doesn't know that in the entire palace, the relationship between the eldest prince and Princess Yunhua is the best.
Zhao Da turned pale with panic, there was no blood on his face, and he was trembling with fear.
The man slowly squatted down and placed the kitchen knife on the back of Zhao Da's hand, grinding it slowly. The blade was close to the skin, as if he was about to cut off his hand at the next moment.
Zhao Da felt like crying.
The entire courtyard suddenly turned silent from the excitement just now. A confrontation formed between the bodyguard standing in front of Mu Kun and Xia Chen and others blocking the door.
This was the first time that the entire institute had accommodated so many people. Xu Mingjian supported Lei Yuan and stood in the distance looking at the crowd gathered at the door.
"Wen Li." Mu Kun gritted his teeth and called out the name of the person in front of him.
