After I killed him for 9,000 years, he was reborn.

However, Nanyang Yao, who was standing nearby, was very quick and blocked Li Shiliu in a flash. Nanyang Yao was holding a long sword in his hand, and the sword was shining with a cold light.

When the Third Prince saw the sharp sword in Nanyang Yao's hand, the scene of his failure that night emerged involuntarily in his mind. That night, it was the man in front of him holding a sword and leading a group of soldiers to completely crush his plan. Recalling this, the Third Prince was filled with resentment and unwillingness, but facing Nanyang Yao's cold eyes and sharp sword, he could only suppress his anger for the time being.

His hands were clenched into fists as if they were clamped by iron pliers. The joints were even slightly white due to excessive force. The third prince looked extremely embarrassed at this moment.

The Third Prince, who was wearing tattered prison clothes, messy hair, and a little dust on his face, took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down. He then said to Princess Sheng An in front of him, "Princess Sheng An, what exactly are you doing here?"

Princess Sheng An looked at the downtrodden Third Prince expressionlessly and replied calmly, "I am here on the orders of the Emperor."

Hearing this, the Third Prince's body trembled noticeably, and then he quickly asked, "Why did the Emperor send you here?"

When the Third Prince learned that it was Emperor Jiade who sent Li Shiliu, his expression instantly turned extremely ugly, and he could no longer maintain his previous composure.

His lips trembled slightly, and he staggered forward a step, unable to hide his inner excitement and anxiety, and asked anxiously. However, just a moment later, the light of hope that had just ignited in the eyes of the third prince was quickly extinguished like a candle in the wind.

At this moment, the Third Prince's eyes were filled with both hope for life and deep fear. He asked again with a trembling voice, "Are you... going to sentence me to death?"

Li Shiliu shook her head lightly and answered concisely and clearly: "No."

These two simple words were like a ray of light, illuminating the originally dark and desperate heart of the Third Prince. He suddenly raised his head as if grasping the last straw, staring at Li Shiliu with his eyes, flashing with a strong desire to survive.

"Father won't kill me? Hahahaha..."

A nearly insane laugh came out of the third prince's mouth, but it soon stopped.

"The Third Prince is probably overthinking it. Your trial will be decided by the Emperor and the Dali Temple. I, a mere princess, have no right to interfere in this matter.

Therefore, the Third Prince should calm down for the time being and wait quietly for the Emperor's order.

However, I came here today indeed on the orders of the Emperor, just to show you something.

The Emperor specifically instructed you to avoid being confused until your death."

As Li Shiliu spoke, he took out an item from his arms.

Li Shiliu took out the case file of Empress Yazhen, which had been sealed for more than 20 years, and handed it to the third prince personally.

The third prince removed the wax seal that had been in place for more than 20 years, opened the file, took out some yellowed papers, and carefully read through them one by one.

"Impossible, this is impossible...

They are all lies...

I do not believe……

They are all lies. My mother can't possibly be such a person...

Liars, all liars..."