Chapter 92 Imprisoned

Jing Li smiled faintly and said, "Yes, but she said that someone can save me, and I will still try it. Linglong, please go down. In order to ensure the safety of the dust, Jing Feng will also be sent to guard in prison to avoid any accidents!"

"Does the emperor mean that someone will come to clean up the dust?"

"I can't guarantee it, but it will indeed be possible!" Looking up, Jing Li looked into the distance, thinking about Yin Xiuzhen's indifferent eyes. When Qingchen admitted his relationship with her, she still saw the flash of murder.

"Alas!" Linglong also sighed and followed Jing Li silently. At this time, a figure came out of nowhere. He stopped Jing Li and Linglong with a plop and kowtowed and said, "Your Majesty, help, help."

"Are you... Yin Ping?" When he looked up and spoke, Jing Li found that the man in front of him who was stained with blood and tears was actually Yin Zhaoyu's slave? She quickly withdrew her mind and looked down at him on the ground and said, "Why are you here? What the hell happened?"

"To the emperor's words, yesterday, after the prince was driven out by the emperor, he returned to the prime minister's house. At that time, when he heard that it was the prime minister's poison to the emperor, he went to the prime minister to find an antidote, but who knew... The two of them quarreled before they finished a few words. The prime minister was furious and cruelly locked the prince into the woodshed, and And don't give it to me, don't give it to me!"

"Is there such a thing?" Jing Li was shocked, but on second thought, he shouldn't be able to do it. Tigers don't eat children. How can they treat children like this? At that moment, his face darkened and he said, "Get up, this is the housework of the Yin family. I can't intervene. Go back!"

"Your Majesty, I beg the emperor. The palace owner is a thousand years old. He is sincere to the emperor. Hasn't the relationship between husband and wife for so long been read at all? The servant spoke lightly and wanted to ask for help for the lord of the palace, but he was severely punished by the prime minister. Now... emperor, please see..."

Yin Ping lifted the corner of his clothes and exposed his bloody buttocks. Jing Li's heart was in pain. Looking at the man with pear blossoms and rain in front of her, her heart softened. She squatted down and helped him up and said, "You retreat to treat the injury first. I will go to the prime minister's mansion to visit him later."

"Really? Really, your Majesty?" Unexpectedly, Liu Anhua was bright, and Jing Li agreed, which made Yin Ping surprised and happy. He quickly asked repeatedly. Linglong smiled, squatted down and helped him together and said, "Of course it's true. You have no joke!"

Yin Xiuzhen didn't expect that as soon as she came home, the hind-foot emperor's seat arrived. She hurried out to greet her. Jing Li was wearing a pink and white dress, and there were no extra hair accessories on her head. She only wore a simple jade belt on the top of her head, which was neat and elegant.

"See the emperor, long live, long live!"

"Mother, please get up quickly. I'm here to pick up my queen this time. After quarreling with him yesterday, I heard that he returned to the prime minister. I don't know if this happened?"

"This... the child is back, but... just..." Yin Xiuzhen looked at Jing Li with an embarrassed face. Jing Li's face immediately cooled down. She said coldly, "Why, don't you want me to take the queen back to the palace?"

"No, how can it be, housekeeper! Go and ask the prince out!"

"No need! Where is he? I'll invite myself!"

Yin Xiuzhen looked at Jing Li and gritted her teeth with hatred, but she had to maintain how respectful she was on her face. She waved her hand to the housekeeper just now and said, "Well, you don't have to call. Go down!"

"Your Majesty, the prince is staying in his room. He has a bad temper these two days. He doesn't eat or drink, which makes it very difficult for his mother. Fortunately, the emperor has come, so he should comfort him well!"

Yin Xiuzhen deliberately said a lot. Jing Li looked at her and then the housekeeper who left. She did not expose her little trick. She smiled and said, "There is no overnight hatred between husband and wife. Didn't I coax him? Your mother, lead the way!"

"Yes! Your Majesty, please..." Yin Xiuzhen bent down and said that Jing Li was not in a hurry. He followed her leisurely. After a few bends, she came to the door of a row of houses. Yin Xiuzhen came forward and said, "Your Majesty, I won't go in!"

"Uh-huh!" Jing Li answered, and Yin Xiuzhen retreated. There was something wrong with the exquisite intuition behind Jing Li. She whispered, "Your Majesty, do you think the prime minister has treated you a lot of courtesy?"

"Ha ha!" Jing Li smiled coldly and said, "Maybe I don't have much time, or maybe she has something in mind. Otherwise, how could a person who was originally arrogant become weak because of me and she got better? Let's go. Let's take it back to the queen first.

"Yes!" Linglong answered gently and followed Jing Li. Jing Li opened the door. Ren Jingli had a lot of imagination, and it was impossible to believe that this was yesterday's Yin Zhaoyu.

Her head was still stained with grass crumbs. Although her clothes had been changed, the dirt on her face had not been washed away. In a pair of clear eyes, she was stained with surprise because of the arrival of Jing Li, but there was also a touch of sadness.

"See the emperor, long live! Long live!" He bowed slightly. Although Yin Zhaoyu was embarrassed, he was still polite.

"Zhaoyu, you are suffering!" Jing Li walked over, close to him, and looked at him sadly. Yin Zhaoyu's heart was hot, and tears almost fell down. He didn't know why. Even if he was so wronged yesterday, he didn't shed a drop of tears, but now...

"Your Majesty, my husband is guilty!" Yin Zhaoyu suddenly knelt on the ground, and Jing Li hurriedly squatted down. She wiped the tears from his face for him and gently coaxed him, "Well, it's my fault. I shouldn't have kicked you out. I misunderstood you. The end of the year is approaching, and the palace is full of joy. How can there be no queen? Go back with me!"

"No! My Majesty, I can't go back!"

Jing Li was stunned. She didn't expect Yin Zhaoyu to be this answer. She paused and was not angry at his words. She just said more ashamedly, "Zhaoyu, I know I'm wrong. I won't be angry with you in the future. Don't be angry with me. Come back to me!"

"No, no, your Majesty!" Yin Zhaoyu's tears dripped, which made Jing Li very puzzled. He wiped away his tears again and again with heartache, and he still didn't stop coaxing him. Who said that men don't need to coax? Jing Li, the emperor, bowed his head to the beautiful man. Now she finally understands why the ancient emperors only wanted to smile.