The blackened marquis insists that the husband should be more valuable than the son!

Xue Mingyue almost thought she had heard it wrong.

But looking at Xie Lang's expression, he didn't seem to be joking at all, which meant that what he said must be true!

She was dumbfounded for a moment, wondering how he got in touch with the queen... The next moment she suddenly stopped, her eyes changed slightly, and her heart trembled slightly: "You mean the prince..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw Xie Lang nodded.

Xue Mingyue immediately stopped talking. The matter involving the prince must be the war ten years ago. If that was the case, it was easy to explain his bad mood.

Although we knew that there must be some hidden reason behind the Crown Prince's death, according to his subsequent arrangements, it is not difficult to guess that the person behind the imprisonment of General Xie and others was the current emperor.

But if he wanted Queen Lu to agree to cooperate with him, the only possibility was that the Crown Prince's death was also related to His Majesty.

The carriage fell silent for a moment.

Xue Mingyue had never thought in this direction before.

Even though she was still young at the time, she still remembered that after the news of the prince's death came back from the border, the emperor suspended court for half a month. The emperor was so sad that he fainted from crying.

And on the day when the prince's coffin was sent back to the capital, His Majesty went outside the city in person to greet him.

The deep love between father and son is not fabricated by outsiders.

Xue Mingyue still couldn't believe it, her eyes trembled slightly, but she quickly calmed herself down, lowered her eyes and thought seriously.

After a moment, she looked up at him and said, "Since you are confident that you can discuss cooperation with the Queen, can I assume that you have found evidence that is enough to convince the Queen?"

Xie Lang hummed softly.

"more than."

What he found was not only the evidence of the Crown Prince's death, but also the evidence of why his father fell into the trap... and the evidence that Emperor Jingping had been planting spies in the Marquis' Mansion over the years.

Otherwise, he would not have sent a forced army over from Suzhou under the pressure of the barbarians invading the border.

Because he couldn't wait any longer.

Xue Mingyue could not help but be speechless, and thinking about his unusual behavior in recent days, she roughly guessed his urgent thoughts. Not rushing into the palace to chop off Emperor Jingping's head was already the result of his restraint.

"You can find out the truth and return it to the Marshal..."

Xue Mingyue paused for a moment, pursed her lips, and changed her words: "Restore the innocence of my parents and the Dingyuan Army. If they knew about this in the afterlife, they would definitely feel at ease. Don't be too anxious."

She was just afraid that he would take too big a step and end up tripping over himself.

She was not in a hurry to know the truth.

Xie Lang was stunned when he heard her words, then he chuckled. The gloomy air on his body slowly dissipated, and the hostility in his dark eyes also dissipated.

"If they knew I had to live two lifetimes before I found the truth, they would probably beat me up first."

Seeing that he was still in the mood to joke, Xue Mingyue knew that he had recovered.

She stood up, walked around the chessboard, went to sit beside him, put her head on his legs, and smiled with crooked eyes: "Then don't worry, if someone is going to be beaten, it may be the late emperor who is angry and beats the unfilial son."

This is said with great confidence.

If we really want to talk about it, it must be that Emperor Jingping did a bad job, otherwise why didn't such a thing as the emperor scheming against military generals happen in the previous dynasty?

So, if someone really has to get beaten, it must be him!

What's more, even rebirth can happen, maybe there really are ghosts and gods in this world, Xue Mingyue thought in her heart, if the late emperor really knew about it, they would send a dream to beat the emperor up.

If it really doesn't work, just let the ancestors of the Xie family come.

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As evening approached, the carriage from the capital finally arrived at Zhuangzi.

This manor was built on the mountain. Recently, the wind and snow have not stopped for a long time, and the snow in the mountains has made it difficult to walk. However, there was no snow on the road leading to the manor from the outside world, and the carriage entered the manor unimpeded.

Almost as soon as she entered the village, Xue Mingyue heard the sound of chanting coming from afar.

She froze for a moment.

Just as Xie Lang had told her before, he had invited an eminent monk to chant sutras so that her mother could rest in peace.

Even though this was already known, when they really got close, Xue Mingyue still inevitably felt a sense of homesickness in her heart, and her eyes gradually became moist.

Xue Mingyue turned her head and blinked to let the mist in front of her eyes dissipate.

Just then, she felt a hand covering her head.

She turned her head and looked.

Xie Lang took off the only hairpin left on her bun and said softly, "We should go downstairs now. Grandpa has been waiting for us for several days."

Xue Mingyue responded sullenly.

The two men took off their outer clothes, changed into plain white mourning clothes, and then got off the carriage.

It was not until then that she realized that the entire manor had changed its appearance. White cloth was everywhere, and even the servants in the manor were all dressed in mourning. There was almost no sign of New Year's joy.

Lou Xuan's coffin was placed in the lobby, and the monks invited from the temple were wearing robes and sitting in the lobby.

And Lou Zhizhang was standing at the door waiting for her.

Xue Mingyue's pupils shrank slightly when she saw this, and she quickly stepped forward to help him, anxiously saying, "Grandpa, why did you come out? Your legs haven't fully recovered yet, so it's not appropriate for you to get out of bed and walk around now."

"I asked Lao Zeng, it's just a minor bone fracture, not that serious."

Lou Zhizhang waved his hand and didn't care.

He pointed at the cane in his hand and chuckled, "Besides, I still have it here. I can still walk here from the room. Before you came, I was the one who accompanied your mother to talk."

"Let's go in and have a look."

Xue Mingyue looked at his face carefully and was relieved when she saw that there was no grayness in his face.

She nodded, helped the person walk a few steps inside, and suddenly stopped.

Turning around and glancing back, she happened to meet Xie Lang's gaze. The moment he saw her, he curled the corners of his lips and said, "You and grandpa go in. I'll be waiting outside."

Lou Zhizhang also stopped and looked over.

Xue Mingyue raised her eyebrows upon hearing this and said directly: "There are people guarding outside. Don't you want to come and see my mother?"

Xie Lang shook his head: "Of course not."

"That's it. Come and hold Grandpa's other arm, and we'll go in together and burn some incense for Grandma."

When Lou Zhizhang heard this, he looked back and forth between the two of them with a meaningful look.

Finally, as if he suddenly understood something, he said, "Jinglan, come along too."

"Okay, Grandpa."

Xie Lang stepped forward readily.

The monks bowed to the three people who were approaching, and then retreated like the tide, leaving the venue to them.

Xue Mingyue looked deeply at the coffin standing in the middle.

After a long while, he asked softly, "Where is the place chosen for my mother?"

"Next to your grandmother."

Lou Zhizhang also answered softly.