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After that, Jiang Sheng lived in despair every day.

The new emperor ordered the Ministry of Rites to prepare for the empress's investiture ceremony, and also specially commissioned the Imperial Astronomical Bureau to select an auspicious day, which was after March.

On the Emperor's birthday, the envoys sent by Bei Rong and Nan Lin were detained in Da Jing because of the incident that night. The Sifangguan, which used to entertain envoys, now resembled a cage.

Princess Xiao Yue of Nanlin has died, and the news has reached Nanlin.

The Emperor of Nanlin immediately ordered Xiao Yue to be removed from the royal family, while the Emperor of Beirong learned that his princes had dragged Dajing into their struggle for the throne in order to get rid of Tuoba Rui.

In a fit of anger, he wanted to punish several princes, but they were controlled by the princes, their mothers, and the powerful families behind them.

Inside the Sifang Pavilion.

The Third Prince of Beirong was also imprisoned here.

At this moment, Tuoba Rui was clutching a letter in his hand, his whole body trembling with rising hatred.

Standing nearby, Lin Shaoqing of the Court of State Ceremonial sighed and comforted him, "Third Prince, please accept my condolences."

My condolences...

Lin Shaoqing glanced at the letter in his hand; it was sent by Bei Rong.

The Northern Emperor was controlled by several princes and powerful families, and it took great difficulty to deliver this letter to the Great Jing and into the hands of Tuoba Rui.

And the contents of the letter…

"Is my mother truly dead?"

Tuoba Rui suddenly looked up at Lin Shaoqing, his eyes filled with a glimmer of hope, as if he wanted to hear from Lin Shaoqing that his mother was not dead.

but……

"The information in the letter should be true." Lin Shaoqing had read the contents of the letter.

The letter made it very clear.

The Emperor of Beirong was taken into custody, and the Third Prince's mother died tragically.

The letter did not specify how he died a gruesome death.

However, the fact that a woman from Dajing had been secretly protected by the Emperor of Beirong for more than ten years in that barbarian country was something that the concubines in the harem and the Beirong aristocratic families were not stupid. They probably wished they could tear her apart and suck her marrow.

Now that they control the emperor, it's not hard to guess what will become of that woman, who has no one to protect her.

"Mother..." Tuoba Rui closed his eyes, calling out again and again, each call gradually becoming filled with hatred.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, his vision filled with bloodshot red. "They killed my mother! I want revenge! I want to go back to Bei Rong! Lin Shaoqing..."

Tuoba Rui suddenly knelt down.

"Third Prince, what are you doing?" Lin Shaoqing tried to help him up.

Tuoba Rui remained kneeling, looking at Lin Shaoqing. "Lin Shaoqing, I know you see my innocence and have taken good care of me these past few days. I shamelessly ask you for one more thing: please plead with the Emperor of Dajing to release me and allow me to return to Beirong. I want revenge!"

At this moment, his heart and mind were filled with thoughts of avenging his mother.

However, Lin Shaoqing rationally advised him: "Third Prince, if you go back now, it will not be for revenge, but for your own death."

"In the letter, your father instructed you not to go back. Bei Rong and my Da Jing had fought a war, but your mother was from Da Jing, and you are different from those Bei Rong people. It was because of this that I felt more sympathy for you."

"If you wish to live in anonymity, I can plead with the Emperor to grant you a way out."

Lin Shaoqing knew that Xie Xuanjin was a wise ruler, and that Tuoba Rui was also a victim in the matter of the Emperor's birthday banquet, so the Emperor would not make things difficult for him.

Tuoba Rui's body stiffened, a look of sadness filling his bloodshot eyes. He gave a bitter laugh, "Hide my identity? Live a life of ignominy? How can I face my mother?"

"Lin Shaoqing, my request was too abrupt. I don't want to put you in a difficult position. I'm already very grateful that you brought me this news. It's getting late, you should go back."

Tuoba Rui stood up, clutching the letter in his hand, and turned his back.

Looking at his dejected and desolate figure, Lin Shaoqing couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, "Third Prince, please accept my condolences. I will still plead for you with the Emperor and find you a good place to go."

Thank you.

Tuoba Ruidao.

Lin Shaoqing left the room.

An eerie silence permeated the room, growing increasingly chilling and deathly as night deepened.

After an unknown amount of time, the door opened again.

Tuoba Rui walked out of the room.

He traveled with a clear purpose.

Suddenly, he stopped outside a courtyard, hid in the shadows, and kept an eye on the guards' movements.

The envoys from Nanlin and Beirong who were not executed were all kept in the front courtyard, guarded by guards who would change shifts every night.

There is a break of about half a cup of tea between shifts.

Taking advantage of the brief moment between shift changes, Tuoba Rui sneaked into the courtyard and went straight into a room.

"You, you, Third, Third Prince..."

A panicked man's voice came from inside the room, "What did you do..."

He seemed about to ask, "What are you doing?", but before he could finish the question, his mouth was covered. Then, he only saw a cold glint in the darkness, and a sharp dagger slashed across his neck.

The screams were muffled by a large hand.

When the Beirong envoy breathed his last, his eyes were still wide open.

"My mother is dead, and you will all be buried with her!" Tuoba Rui's eyes were sharp, as if he had made up his mind.

Before long, a fire set the entire yard ablaze.

By the time the fire was extinguished, all the envoys from the South and North had perished in the flames.

Inside Jinhua Palace.

As dawn broke, Xie Xuanjin was preparing for the morning court session. After getting dressed, he heard Wan Liang's voice outside the door, as if he had something important to discuss.

Xie Xuanjin hurried out. "What is it?"

"It was the Sifangguan. A fire just now burned down the North Courtyard, which was used to detain envoys. Both the Beirong and Nanlin envoys died; none of them survived."

Wan Liang lowered his voice.

"Following the Emperor's instructions, Lin Shaoqing delivered the letter from Bei Rong to the Third Prince of Bei Rong. Both Lin Shaoqing and I suspect that he started the fire."

Xie Xuanjin frowned. "Where is he?"

"His body was not found," Wan Liang reported.

If no body was found, then the person is still alive.

What is he going to do?

Return to Beirong to seek revenge?

Xie Xuanjin sneered. If he really wanted to go back to Beirong to seek revenge, then he would be a fool.

Going back would be suicide.

"Let him go." Xie Xuanjin could let him settle down in a corner of Dajing and give him a way to survive.

But since he made his own choice, he has no reason to meddle.

Now his mind is focused on the coronation ceremony three months from now.

Xie Xuanjin turned around and glanced behind him.

The door behind him was closed, but he could almost see Song Qingning sleeping inside through it.

Three months later, the coronation ceremony will take place.

In these three months, Xie Heng has grown quite a bit, he's gotten heavier and longer, and his voice has become more varied.

Recently, one happy event after another has occurred in prominent families in Beijing.

For example, Princess Li was pregnant.

For example, the wife of the heir of the Duke of Ningguo's mansion gave birth to twins.

Song Qingning was also present on the day Yan gave birth.

Looking at her brother's excitement and helplessness at becoming a father for the first time, Song Qingning recalled the tragic end of her brother being beaten to death in her previous life, and felt as if she had survived a calamity.

"very nice."

Song Qingning felt a peace she had never experienced before.

Yet, beneath the calm surface, a sense of unease crept in, as if something was about to happen.