Chapter 778 - 784-785: Princess Yan Yang Is Dead
Chapter 778 - 784-785: Princess Yan Yang Is Dead
Within a courtyard in the Capital City of the Yelang Kingdom, there stands a residence purchased by the Lin Family.The autumn wind brushes against the window.
"Uh..."
Inside the side chamber, a faint murmur could be heard.
Shuang’Er opened her weary eyes. In a daze, she attempted to rise, but a severe pain shot through her chest, causing her to gasp in cold air, her brows furrowing deeply, making her feel indescribably uncomfortable.
"Creak..."
The door was pushed open, and a figure walked in. Upon seeing the awakened Shuang’Er, the person hurriedly stepped forward, placing the bowl of medicine aside, sitting by the bed, and quickly helping Shuang’Er lie down, saying, "Miss Shuang’Er, you’re awake. Lie down quickly, your injuries are quite severe, you mustn’t move around."
The room was bright. Shuang’Er raised her eyes to look at the young woman supporting her. After a brief moment of confusion, she weakly said, "Lin... Miss Lin?"
"It’s me. I didn’t expect Miss Shuang’Er to still remember me," Lin Xuelan smiled.
"Hiss..."
Shuang’Er wanted to lift her hand, but the sharp pain from her chest left her whole body powerless. The images she saw before losing consciousness resurfaced in her mind.
"I was shot by an arrow. Did Miss Lin save me?" Shuang’Er asked weakly, her voice hoarse as well.
"It wasn’t me, it was Young Master Mo. The reason you’re still alive despite your serious injuries is because people by Young Master Mo’s side treated your wounds," Lin Xuelan replied.
"Young Master Mo?"
"It’s a long story. They’ve already left. If there’s a chance in the future, I’ll introduce you. Anyway, he’s a good person." Speaking of this, Lin Xuelan showed a hint of reluctance on her face. After a brief moment of distraction, she hurriedly said, "Miss Shuang’Er, why were you being hunted? Weren’t you supposed to be by the Eldest Princess’s side? Who wants to kill you?"
Indeed, Shuang’Er was the young lady in the green dress who was shot with an arrow and still breathing. She is the close maid of Princess Yan Yang, an Eighth-Grade Martial Artist.
Lin Xuelan had met Shuang’Er several times when she visited Princess Yan Yang.
Upon hearing Lin Xuelan’s words, Shuang’Er instantly sank into dejection, showing a pained expression and starting to sob gently.
Seeing Shuang’Er’s appearance, Lin Xuelan had a bad premonition.
Just as Lin Xuelan was about to inquire further.
Yu Zhu came in from outside, saying, "Miss, the Second Lord and others have returned."
Lin Xuelan hurriedly got up to go out to greet them, but Lin Luo and Han Yang had already entered, both looking very grim.
"What happened?" Lin Xuelan asked.
Han Yang spoke, "Miss, terrible news. The Eldest Princess was assassinated and killed. Miss Shuang’Er is the murderer."
"What!" Lin Xuelan was shocked.
"Cough, cough..." Lying on the bed, Shuang’Er also became agitated, coughing violently, sitting up despite the severe pain in her chest, a look of guilt appearing on her face, and she said sorrowfully, "It wasn’t me."
Lin Xuelan also didn’t believe it, "Grandpa Han, this can’t be, can it? Aside from Miss Shuang’Er’s relationship with the Eldest Princess, with Miss Shuang’Er’s ability, she couldn’t have done it."
"Xuelan, I also found it hard to believe, but this is a notice posted by the Government Office, and there is a wanted notice for Miss Shuang’Er, accusing her of being a spy for Louwo, poisoning the Eldest Princess’s tea, and then assassinating her when she was off guard," Lin Luo explained.
Lin Xuelan immediately stood up, looking warily at Shuang’Er on the bed.
"No... it wasn’t me, this is slander. I’m not a spy for Louwo..."
According to Shuang’Er’s account, at noon today, the Third Prince came to the residence to find the Eldest Princess, saying that the Prince Consort’s body had been transported back to the Capital and had come to discuss the funeral arrangements for the Prince Consort.
This matter was naturally not something she, as a maid, was privy to.
By the time she saw Princess Yan Yang again, the Princess was disheveled, stumbling out of the room, her face flushed. The Third Prince was chasing behind, his Python Robe removed, only wearing his inner garments.
The Eldest Princess, upon seeing Shuang’Er, shouted for her to run.
At that moment, Shuang’Er was terrified and really ran away.
After finishing her story, Shuang’Er cried even louder, then reproached herself by saying, "It’s all my fault, it’s my mistake. If I’d called for help immediately, the Eldest Princess might not have died... but I... I was really scared at that time, the Third Prince’s eyes were too terrifying..."
In the ears of Lin Xuelan and the others, what Shuang’Er said was even more unbelievable.
Princess Yan Yang was the late emperor’s youngest daughter, the Emperor’s half-sister, and the Third Prince’s aunt.
Why would the Third Prince want to kill his own aunt?
Moreover, Shuang’Er’s words implied that the Third Prince intended to harm the Eldest Princess, and that the Eldest Princess refused.
That made it even less believable.
Would the Third Prince, as a nephew, really want to violate his own aunt?
"Miss Lin, you have to believe me, I... what I said is true..." Shuang’Er said tearfully.
Although Lin Xuelan didn’t believe what Shuang’Er said, there was a point of doubt here.
Even if Shuang’Er poisoned and killed the Eldest Princess, those who pursued Shuang’Er should be government people, able to act openly, without needing to mask themselves.
Moreover, if Shuang’Er was indeed a spy for Louwo, she undoubtedly carried valuable intelligence, making it unnecessary to kill her on the spot. They could have interrogated her first.
Furthermore, those masked men dressed in black even tried to attack Lin Xuelan and others who witnessed it, clearly intending to silence them.
After checking, Lin Xuelan confirmed those black-clad, masked men were not from Louwo.
Lin Xuelan advised Shuang’Er to rest well first while they left the room.
Outside.
Yu Zhu said, "Miss, should we hand her over to the Government Office?"
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