The female cannon fodder in the book, the villain instantly turned into a pitiful and coquettish gir

Ling Chenyu didn't mind the dirt and held the burnt hand tightly.

Confirm repeatedly.

This bracelet was indeed the one he gave to Yaoyao after he returned to Beijing.

Yaoyao likes it very much and has never taken it off since she put it on her hand.

So, Yaoyao is dead.

He was just mad at her and didn't go into her room for the whole day.

But in just one day, they were separated from each other.

The corners of Ling Chenyu's eyes twitched unconsciously, and a smile uglier than crying hung on the corner of his mouth.

It was as if fate was playing a dark joke on me.

He tightly grasped the bracelet that was almost consumed by the flames.

Through this final tenderness, we must lock those warm memories deep in our hearts.

He turned the bracelet carefully, each movement like a sacred ritual.

"The bet between us is really big, so big that we are betting our entire lives on it."

He smiled bitterly, his eyes gradually turning red.

"I'm just wondering, how come you ran away to a place where I can't find you after just one day of not seeing you? Yaoyao, Yaoyao, the way you're angry is a bit too cruel!"

Ling Chenyu suddenly stopped what he was doing and looked up at the eunuch.

"Tell me, my lord, what is going on?"

The eunuch shuddered and told Ling Chenyu in a halting manner.

"Yesterday, Imperial Concubine Ning led the concubines in the harem to pray for the emperor, but Princess Chen happened to have a stomachache. Imperial Concubine Ning was considerate and let Princess Chen rest, but a fire broke out in the middle of the night. There was no one in the palace to put out the fire in time, so... so Princess Chen died."

"Flood? Man-made?"

"No, no... the slave doesn't know."

Ling Chenyu's face changed. How could there be so many coincidences in the harem? Everything was just man-made.

The eunuch trembled even more violently, forgetting the rules of survival in the harem.

The skin on his lips seemed to have been rubbed off and suddenly cracked.

"I heard... I heard that it was the maidservant beside Princess Chen who was on night watch and accidentally knocked over the candlestick."

When Ling Chenyu heard this, his brows were furrowed into a shape of a "川" (cross).

The corner of his mouth curled up into a meaningful smile, which contained a bit of amusement and a bit of coldness.

"Oh? The night watch girl knocked over the candlestick?"

He stood up slowly, his tall figure casting a shadow in front of the eunuch.

The eunuch, who was already trembling, almost couldn't kneel steadily.

"Tell me the name of this girl."

When the eunuch heard this, he almost bit his tongue.

"Your Highness, that girl's name is Baozhu. She, she's there..."

Ling Chenyu snorted lightly, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

"Orb?"

Ling Chenyu's sharp gaze shot towards the white cloth that had not yet been lifted.

"Grind her to dust!"

When the eunuch heard the words "crush bones and scatter ashes", his eyes almost popped out of his head.

The deer in my heart was beating faster than a marathon runner, and I thought to myself: When this prince gets angry, he is simply going to heaven!

He bowed quickly, his voice trembling with respect.

"Your Majesty, calm down. Your Majesty, calm down..."

Ling Chenyu ignored the eunuch's plea for mercy.

Ling Chenyu walked to the white cloth and gently lifted a corner, revealing the charred remains inside, with a hint of sadness in his tone.

"Look, this fire must have been so fierce to turn my Yaoyao into this."

The ministers who were listening were terrified and at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

This prince is really enough. He can still say such words at this time.

"Your Majesty, this matter needs to be investigated in detail. We can't just rely on speculation..."

A low-ranking military officer warned cautiously.

"Don't worry, I know what's going on."

Ling Chenyu interrupted him, a cold look flashing in his eyes.

Ling Chenyu turned around and looked around, meeting Ling Jinhan's eyes that were watching the show, Ling Muxiao's worried eyes, and Ling Ze's painful eyes...

That expression was like performing a drama.

But he doesn't care about these.

He knew that Liu Yaoyao had a space just like him. Although Yaoyao's space only contained magic water, it would definitely save her life at the critical moment.

What's more, she encountered a fire last night, so the magic water could play a decisive role.

Ling Chenyu thought for a moment and knew that Liu Yaoyao was absolutely not dead.

She is either waiting for him to rescue her somewhere, or has been secretly transferred.

Ling Chenyu thought of Liu Yaoyao's cleverness and became more confident in his guess.

He swung his clothes and hurried to the palace gate.

As soon as he saw Leng Ying, he immediately ordered him to go to the Seven Border Cities to check whether the princess had communicated with Gan Chenggong and others.

Leng Ying immediately sensed an unusual atmosphere and turned and left without saying a word.

Ling Chenyu stared blankly at the figure in front of him, muttering to himself.

"Speaking of which, Yaoyao's space is really something that makes people love and hate it.

Although the magic water is good, it can't be eaten. I guess she is thinking about saving herself now. I have to find her quickly."

Ling Chenyu tilted his head slightly, his eyes that seemed to be able to see through everything in the world flashing with a cunning light.

Like a fox about to hunt, he carefully scanned every inch of space behind him.

A smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

After he made sure that there was no one following him, he flew towards Zhaochun Palace.

Since we can't get in openly, let's do it secretly.

Along the way, he did not forget to say hello to the passing night breeze, and even winked at the patrolling lanterns.

Finally, the outline of Zhaochun Palace appeared vaguely in front of him, and Ling Chenyu's mouth curled up with a hint of understanding.

He jumped up lightly, like a nimble cat, and easily climbed up the towering palace wall.

The smoothness of his movements is comparable to that of the legendary master who has been tempered through thousands of years of practice in climbing rooftops and wall-climbing.

The sunlight shone through the sparse clouds onto his slightly unruly figure, but it did not slow down his pace at all.

Every step was precise and silent, as if even the wind was holding its breath for fear of disturbing this silent infiltration.

Standing on the wall, he looked around and made sure that no one noticed before continuing his "ballet on the roof", approaching his target silently.

The Zhaochun Palace under the sunlight lacks the mystery of night, but has more solemnity and majesty.

However, in his eyes, all of this was just a backdrop to achieve his goal.

The scene in the side hall that was engulfed by a raging fire yesterday is still shocking.

The ruins tell of the tragedy of last night.

The palace servants were busy moving around, carrying and moving things, trying to restore order here.

He blended in quietly, carefully examining every inch of the land.

His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, trying to find any possible clues from the ashes.

But unfortunately, he found nothing except desolation and sadness.

Just as he frowned and thought dejectedly about his next move.

A whisper, like catkins in the spring breeze, drifted into his ears inadvertently.

There were two palace servants, whispering in a corner not far away. The topic was the tragic fire in the side hall.

"This is really strange. The fire was so big that the side hall was almost completely burned down, but only two people died."

One of the palace servants lowered his voice, his face full of confusion.

"Who said it wasn't true? Princess Chen and her maid were such good people, and they are gone just like that."

Another palace servant sighed, his tone full of regret.

"But it's strange. When we were cleaning up today, someone fainted because they smelled alcohol. It's really weird."

"What's even more strange is that I heard that Princess Chen had a stomachache last night. Why did she drink alcohol? Could this fire have something to do with the alcohol?"

The palace servant seemed to have discovered something unusual, and there was a hint of excitement in his voice.

"Hush...go, go, go, you are asking for your life, and you are still talking nonsense about the master."

The second palace servant interrupted immediately, seeming to realize the sensitivity of the topic, and quickly pulled his companion away.

The conversation between the two was like thunder in the spring breeze, instantly stirring up a thousand waves in his heart.

A knowing smile appeared on his face as he pondered secretly in his heart.

"Princess Chen and wine? There seem to be a lot of secrets hidden in this.

Since there are no clues on the surface, let's start with this clue. Maybe we can get unexpected results."

He quietly followed the two palace servants, already having a plan for his next step in mind.