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

Once we arrived at that small corner, which was so secluded and quiet that even mosquitoes had to practice light skills to land.

Ling Chenyu, just like an immortal who suddenly jumped out of the clouds, appeared in front of the two palace servants out of thin air.

That scene was like a live broadcast of "The Frightening Duo".

The two palace maids were so frightened that their cores were trembling with fear, and their knees reacted faster than their brains.

He knelt down with a plop, his head buried deeper than an ostrich, and his salute movements were very standard.

I was afraid that if I was a little slow, I would be silenced by this sudden "surprise".

"Hey, get up. I just want to talk to you about life and ideals."

Ling Chenyu pretended to be deep, trying to make his tone sound like that of a serious prince.

But how could these two palace servants dare to really stand up?

They were like two frozen popsicles, their bodies stiff and their eyes filled with nothing but fear.

They looked up at each other, and the exchange of eyes seemed to say:

"Brother, are we going to be in trouble?"

"Um... Your Majesty, we... we actually..."

One of the palace servants spoke in a trembling voice, as soft as a mosquito's hum. It was obvious that he was so frightened that he couldn't even speak clearly.

"Don't be impatient, speak slowly, I have plenty of time to listen to you."

Ling Chenyu interrupted with a smile, and in the eyes of the palace people, that smile was like a call from hell.

Encouraged by Ling Chenyu's "kind" gaze.

The two palace warriors cut their wrists and confessed everything they knew in a sporadic and incoherent manner.

From the strange fire last night, to the bizarre death of Princess Chen, to the strange appearance of the smell of alcohol.

Every detail was poured out by them at a speed that was like "I'm afraid I'll die too fast and not be able to finish."

Listening to this report that sounded like a crosstalk, Ling Chenyu's heart was already in turmoil.

On the surface, he still had to maintain the dignity of a prince, nodding and agreeing from time to time, and occasionally interjecting -

"Oh? There is such a strange thing?"

"Are you sure you're not drunk and talking nonsense?"

Such "profound" questions.

The two palace maids were so amused that they could hardly hold back their laughter.

But due to the occasion, he had to hold it in, and his whole face looked like a color palette.

In the end, this "palace version of escape room" ended with Ling Chenyu nodding with satisfaction and waving his hand to let the two leave.

Looking at the backs of the two people who were fleeing as if they had been pardoned.

Ling Chenyu's lips curled up in a mocking smile.

"This palace is becoming more and more interesting."

After that, he turned and left.

Ling Chenyu entered Zhaochun Palace again, avoiding the maids' inspection one by one.

He suddenly stopped and his eyes fell on the screen that looked ordinary but revealed an extraordinary aura.

There were exquisite patterns painted on the screen, but what attracted him at the moment was...

It's not the pattern itself, but the faint light that comes through the screen.

"Huh? There's a secret compartment here?"

Ling Chenyu was delighted, and hurried forward, carefully pushing open the screen.

Sure enough, there was an ingenious mechanism hidden behind the screen.

He twisted it gently, and with a "click", the secret compartment slowly opened, revealing a yellowed scroll.

"It seems that this king has good luck."

Ling Chenyu smiled proudly and reached out to take out the scroll.

The contents recorded on the scroll made him frown, but then his brows relaxed, with excitement flashing in his eyes.

"It turns out that there is such a tortuous and bizarre story hidden behind this fire..."

Ling Chenyu murmured to himself, already having a plan in mind.

The contents of this scroll will be the key to uncovering the truth.

He took the scroll and quietly left the palace.

He stepped into the magnificent gate of Prince Chen's Mansion.

The expression on his face was even gloomier than the sky outside.

It was as if dark clouds gathered between his brows.

Before the dust settled, he had already said it with great force and determination.

"Butler, hurry up and make arrangements for this prince's 'deceased' beloved concubine, Liu Yaoyao, to have a 'grand' funeral that will never be repeated!"

When the butler heard this, he was so shocked that his beard trembled three times.

This prince's train of thought is even more tortuous than the winding corridors in the palace!

But on second thought, how could I disobey the prince's order?

He nodded quickly and summoned everyone in the mansion to prepare for a "living version" of the underworld feast.

The Chen Palace suddenly became busy, but not because of the celebration, but because everyone in the house was in mourning.

The atmosphere was weird and had a hint of something unusual.

The gardener in the mansion was temporarily requisitioned and asked to grow "everlasting" paper flowers to show the "eternal" remembrance of Liu Yaoyao.

The kitchen started researching "food from the underworld", saying that it was to let Empress Yaoyao taste the flavor of home in another world.

What’s even more amazing is that the prince personally designed the layout of the mourning hall, requiring it to be “unique, solemn yet humorous.”

The mourning hall contains not only a solemn and dignified portrait of the deceased (of course, it is an abstract work painted by the prince from memory, which makes people call it "art" when they see it).

There were also various flowers and Liu Yaoyao's favorite snacks, with a thoughtful little note attached next to them.

"Yaoyao, eat well, drink well, have fun, and remember to come to me often in your dreams!"

The entire capital was in an uproar, with people speculating whether the Prince Chen's Mansion was possessed by an evil spirit.

Prince Chen had a mysterious look on his face and laughed secretly in his heart.

This is called making a feint to the east and attacking in the west, which will cause the mastermind behind the scenes to lose his composure, and then Yaoyao's safety will naturally be guaranteed.

However, the good show has just begun.

On the day of the funeral, the guests entered Prince Chen's Mansion one by one with solemn expressions.

However, except for the mourning hall, the entire Chen Palace was peaceful.

In the entire mourning hall, except for the old butler who was in charge, no other master was present.