Black Lotus Concubine's Case-solving Notes

Hot tears rolled down the old lady's face.

The noble ladies in the hall knelt down one after another and raised their voices to congratulate.

Outside the screen, Xie Haoxuan finally loosened his clenched hands.

The Nancheng Princess's eyes, which had been dead silent, slowly opened after hearing the cry: "Child...my child!"

The nanny wiped away her tears, immediately took the little prince from Feng Jia's hands, and placed him next to Princess Nancheng.

"Hurry up and call the imperial physician to suture the wound!" Feng Jia said to the midwife. The midwife seemed to have just woken up from a dream. She covered the bloody lower body of Princess Nancheng and rushed outside to call for the imperial physician.

The imperial physician rushed over from outside. After Princess Nancheng's wound was sutured, Feng Jia knelt heavily on the ground, with blood all over her hands, and she had no time to wipe it off. "Your servant shall die!"

"Not only did I use the blade against the princess, I even cut her. There will always be a scar on her abdomen! Even if I die, this is unforgivable!"

A sinister look immediately emerged on the faces of the girls from the Meng and Xie families. Women are ashamed of scars, and this Xie Lanzhao actually opened such a big wound on the princess' body. He was simply courting death!

Princess Nancheng hugged the little prince tightly but shook her head.

"No! You did a great job! Xie Lanzhao! You saved me and my son!"

"That scar is insignificant compared to my son's safety!" Princess Nancheng hugged the little prince tightly with heartache. It was almost there, just a little bit!

If Xie Lanzhao had not remained calm and decisive in killing, both she and the young prince would have died here. If she died, wouldn't Xu Qiao be ecstatic?

She just wouldn't let that person get what he wanted!

The Princess of Nancheng said: "Not only will I not punish you, I will also reward you handsomely!"

"When I return to the palace, I will ask the emperor for an imperial decree to confer upon you the title of county lady, a position of the fifth rank, with fiefdom and royal salary!"

Not only was she not punished, but she was also awarded the title of County Lady!

Meng's eyes turned red with jealousy, and the faces of the Xie sisters were ashen, and they almost bit their teeth to pieces!

"Why don't you thank the princess quickly!" Old Lady Musk was delighted. Not everyone can be awarded the title of County Lady. Since the Dali Dynasty, there have been only a handful of women who have been awarded the title of County Lady.

If Lan Zhao could become a county lady, it would be easier to marry her to the Eastern Palace in the future.

"Lan Zhao, thank you for your gift, Princess!" After a pause, she raised her voice: "Thank you, young prince for your gift!"

Princess Nancheng finally showed joy on her face, but suddenly she heard the sound of swords clashing outside and was startled: "What happened outside?"

Before the person outside could answer, a puff of white smoke came out from the wall. Flames appeared on the crossbeams of the roof, like a dancing dragon. The smell of burning wood was pungent and unpleasant.

"on fire!"

"Hurry up and put out the fire!" Nanny was the first to react.

Everyone ran outside to get water, but flames suddenly burst out of the windows. Everyone was shocked to realize that the fire had spread upwards without them noticing. The rubble between the eaves was burned and exploded, falling from the eaves and hitting the ground. Several people did not dodge in time, and the sparks hit their hair and clothes, instantly igniting them.

The screams were endless.

"Second brother!" Feng Jia shouted outside, but no one answered.

She knew something was wrong, and immediately turned around and said, "Take the princess out quickly!"

Just as he finished speaking, the load-bearing beam suddenly collapsed, and the falling sparks covered the ground, and were about to hit Princess Nancheng and the young prince, but a figure pushed them away in time.

The weight of the beam fell on Mammy's spine. She faced the ground and spat out a mouthful of blood. Before she died, she used all her strength to shout anxiously, "Princess... go quickly... Ninth Miss... take the princess away... go... go!"

"Mommy!"

Princess Nancheng's eyes welled up with two lines of hot tears. She was her wet nurse, who had been by her side since she was a child. She was not a relative, but she was better than a relative! Now watching her relatives die for her, Princess Nancheng felt a dull pain in her heart as if a knife was cutting her flesh. She trembled and hugged the little prince, almost letting go because of weakness.

As the beam fell, the supporting wood fell down with fire. All the flammable materials in the room caught fire and black smoke rolled out. Feng Jia made a quick decision, tore off two sleeves, overturned the water altar in front of the Buddha, and covered his face with the wet cloth.

The other piece was tied for the Princess of Nancheng: "Princess! This place is going to collapse! Follow me!"

Princess Nancheng looked back at the nanny deeply, turned around with tears in her eyes, but when she ran outside, she found that the only exit had been blocked by Abbot Jingwu and the disciples he brought with him.

They stood at the door of the side hall and watched the fire engulf the entire temple.

"Abbot, put out the fire...ah!"

The first person who rushed out had his head chopped off by Jingwu with a big knife before he could even call for help. The other maids who escaped were also stabbed into a hornet's nest by the red-eyed monks.

Everyone stopped in fear, and no one dared to go out rashly.

"Abbot! What are you doing?!"

"Why are you killing them... No! Why are you killing us!"

"We are all family members of the imperial officials! If we die, you will never live!"

Abbot Jingwu smiled and said, "The sudden fire in the temple is probably a punishment from the Buddha. What does it have to do with me? Besides, the fire will burn all the evidence. Without evidence, I think your majesty is wise and brave, so he will not blame me for this matter."

Some cowards have already knelt down and begged for mercy: "Abbot! But what have we done that violates the temple rules? We are wrong! Please let us go! Let us out! This place is about to collapse!"

But no matter whether they were threatening or begging for mercy, Abbot Jingwu just smiled and said nothing.

"Where are my second brother and the others!" Feng Jia stepped forward and said.

Abbot Jingwu said calmly, "They will be dealt with by their own people."

It seems that they have been lured away from the mountain by a lured tiger, and are now probably entangled by other disciples. In other words, they can only save themselves!

Princess Nancheng was holding her newborn baby in her arms, supported by Feng Jia. Although the cuts were bleeding from the sutures and she was sweating profusely from the pain, her face still showed the majesty of the royal family.

She can't fall down, she is the backbone of this group of people, she can only hold on!

"Abbot Jingwu, you have to tell me the reason, right?"

Abbot Jingwu still had that compassionate smile on his face: "Princess, I told you that night that if one of you stole my things, I would take them back and, by the way, take her life!"

"How can you be sure that the person is with us? Maybe it was Shi Changshi's family who did it? She has already returned to Beijing by carriage during the day!" a noble lady shouted.

“Of course there is a possibility like what you said,” Jing Wu’s smiling face showed a hint of ferocity, “So I killed more than ten people in her group before she left the mountain.”

That's more than ten lives! Why does he talk about it so lightly?

Everyone was stunned.

There was a sound of cracking overhead. This side hall could collapse at any time. Black smoke gradually filled the air. Some people were already coughing violently because they could not bear it.

If they stayed any longer, they would either be burned to death or choked to death by the smoke!