The legitimate daughter was reborn, and the emperor’s little Jiaojiao went crazy.

Tears stream down my face as I sit by the cold desk and the lamp is burning. My hair is white and my hatred is immeasurable. A half-broken banner still has the scent of medicine dust. I want to tie a rope to hang it on the beam, but the wind suddenly rises and knocks on the window.

At midnight, the child called his mother, "The pillow is cold, I'm afraid of the yellow wolf." The thin fingers were quickly retracted and hidden in the white silk sleeves. It's not that I'm greedy for life and want to catch my breath in the moonlight, the spring road is far away, and the fog is vast.

Huo Qingqing wrote this.

Old Madam Chi did not allocate monthly allowance to the eldest son's family, so Huo Qingqing could not even afford to hire a maid to help.

Because he hated his eldest daughter-in-law, he also hated her two children.

Huo Qingqing's tears soaked the cracks in the bricks of the side courtyard. In the summer, she washed clothes until her fingertips were ulcerated. In the winter nights, she knelt in the snow holding Chi Shuang, who had a fever, and begged for medicine.

When life was most difficult, she pawned her last silver hairpin as a dowry just to buy a copy of "Tong Jiao Bing Fa" for Chi Yue.

She took on embroidery work day and night. No one knew that her knuckles, which had once been used to grind ink and write poetry, had become deformed. The blood foam she coughed up in the middle of the night dyed half of her handkerchief red.

Seven years after Chi Yiqing's death, Huo Qingqing died of old age.

On the day of her death, she held her eleven-year-old daughter Chi Shuang in her arms and told her with all her might, "Your brother is still young. You have to take good care of him on behalf of your mother."

Then she hugged her son and said, "In this world, you and your sister depend on each other. From now on, you will be your sister's support. Even if you risk your life, you must protect your sister from being bullied."

As soon as she finished speaking, her skinny wrist dropped heavily, startling a white butterfly perched on the window frame.

Chi Shuang kept her promise to her mother and refused to get married for the sake of her younger brother, and ended up living like a spinster.

Chi Yue also sacrificed his life at the age of seventeen and made outstanding military achievements, but left the twenty-year-old Chi Shuang alone in the world.

Chi Shuang knew that this might be the closest time for her to the powerful. If she didn't strike while the iron was hot, she might never have another chance in her life.

She knelt in front of Princess Haiyan, her forehead against the cold blue bricks, "Princess, I have an unsolved case in my mind."

Princess Haiyan was cold to the people of the Chi family, but she was warm to Chi Shuang. She only said in a gentle voice, "The ground is cold, get up and talk."

Chi Shuang refused to get up. His back was straight and his forehead slammed heavily on the cold blue bricks, making a dull sound.

She said word by word, "Princess, please understand. My father died in a strange way. My mother has always suspected that he died of poisoning."

Her nails tapped deeply on the blue bricks until they broke. "My brother originally thought that he would investigate this matter thoroughly after he became a general, but he... left in a hurry. I am afraid that my brother will die with regrets, and I am even more afraid that I am incompetent and will not be able to find out the truth in my lifetime."

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew in from the front of the coffin, making her plain linen skirt rustle.

Shi Anxia admired Chi Shuang for seizing the opportunity. She raised her eyes and took in the faces of the Chi family. "Chi Shuang, do you have any evidence?"

Chi Shuang was very embarrassed. "I didn't. I just read the manuscript left by my mother..."

She took out a yellowed booklet from her bosom, opened it, and held it above her head.

Bei Hui stepped forward, took the booklet and handed it to the lady.

Shi Anxia lowered her eyes and took a closer look. It was a poem titled "Suspicious Poison".

The bottom of the celadon bowl is stained with stains. Who persuaded me to let the medicine run dry? The eyebrow pencil is cold and the dressing table is quiet. My bare hands are frequently flipping through the medical records. The night watch is over and the candlelight is cold. I am checking the old clothes and hats while I am on guard. Suddenly I see frost on my collar. The moonlight shining on the remaining stars is arsenic.

"Good words." She tapped the paper with her fingertips and raised her eyes to ask, "But besides your mother's posthumous work, is there any other evidence?"

Chi Shuang's thin shoulders shrugged, tears falling down, "I am useless."

She had no evidence. If she had, she would have gone to the government to appeal for justice long ago. Why would she wait until now?

She couldn't even tell whether the line "Suddenly I saw frost on my collar, the moon shining on the remaining stars was arsenic" was real or just something her mother imagined for the purpose of writing the lyrics.

After all, even Imperial Doctor Lin couldn't find any clues back then.

Chi Shuang now hopes that with her brother's military achievements, she can get the government to file a case and intervene to reopen the doubts about her father's death.

An almost inaudible breath came from somewhere in the hall, as if someone was heaving a sigh of relief.

Before the aura had dissipated, Princess Haiyan said in a gentle voice, "It's okay. You don't have evidence, but I do."

Chi Shuang suddenly raised her head, her tearful eyes filled with astonishment, and she almost suspected that she had heard wrongly.

The mourning hall suddenly became as silent as death.

Madam Chi's hands tightened, her pupils trembling, "Did my son...really get murdered?"

At that time, An Xia did not comment, but only said in a calm voice, "Please come in, Lord Zhao."

Bei Hui bowed and accepted the order, then walked to the outside of the courtyard and bowed to Zhao Liren who had been waiting for a long time, "Please come in, Mr. Zhao."

Zhao Liren dressed neatly and entered the room. He first bowed to the princess, then took the incense stick from Hong Que, bowed three times in front of the coffin, and then inserted the incense stick into the bronze censer.

After the ceremony, he said to Chi Shuang, "Miss Chi, I would like to borrow your table."

Chi Shuang was still a little dazed and nodded blankly.

Dong Xi used some skill to lift her up and stop her from kneeling. This lift made her heart ache. My god, this girl is as light as a piece of paper.

The guards carried tables and chairs out of the main room and set up the desk in front of the coffin.

Zhao Liren sat down and clapped his hands in shock. "Bring the witness up here."

When the witness was brought up, Shao, the second wife of the Chi family, who was being executed not far away and had her buttocks spread open, was suddenly awakened from the pain.

If it wasn't her dowry nanny, then who could it be? She asked for leave the first two days, saying that someone had come to her home, but it turned out to be someone who had come to the government office.

Shao thought desperately that what happened in the past could not be avoided today.

The dowry maid's surname was Wang. She confessed the truth word by word: "The poison was put into the medicine by the old slave himself, but the poison was given by my wife."

When these words were spoken, the Chi family was shocked.

Master Chi was furious. "Evil woman! What do you want?"

Her children were also incredulous, "How could mother poison uncle? She had no reason to do that!"

The rain was getting heavier. Lord Zhao looked up at the gray sky, and the rain curtain was getting thicker, and he felt very irritated.

The bloody Shao was carried up.

Lord Zhao slapped the wooden stick again, "Where did the poison come from? Tell the truth. If you tell even a lie, your crime will be tripled."

Even if they were executed, there were different ways of dying. How could a quick death be the same as a slow death?

Shao was filled with despair and fear, and hated Nanny Wang for betraying her.

She had forgotten to cry, and only knew to confess the truth, "The poison was given to me by Ying Ruolan, and I, I, was helpless."

What a helplessness!

Chi Shuang suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. She rushed over and beat her second aunt who was lying on the ground, crying, "Why! Why! Why did you kill my father!"

She hit Shao's bloody back again and again, using all her strength, and the pain made him almost faint.

Princess Haiyan did not stop it, and Lord Zhao did not stop it either.

Let her hit me, let her beat me.

If she is not allowed to vent, the anger in her heart will burn her lungs.

They felt sorry for the girl and were trying to overturn Chi Yue's case.