Chapter 120 Crown Prince

There is a small courtyard in the westernmost part of the uterus.

As soon as Ling Yue and Xia Wuchen entered it, they felt a strange atmosphere in the air. Four men in black brocade stood in the four corners of the yard. Every time the inspector appeared, there was a very strange atmosphere. Xia Wuchen has long been familiar with this, but Ling Yue did not feel that way before, so she has felt uncomfortable since she took the first step into the courtyard.

"The atmosphere is weird." As soon as Ling Yue finished speaking, she saw four inspectors kneeling down together. Ling Yue was stunned and at a loss, "What are they doing on the ground?"

"You are now the president of the Supervision Institute." Xia Wuchen reminded.

"I almost forgot that I am the dean now, so what should I say? They can't kneel on the ground all the time."

Xia Wuchen shrugged his shoulders: "Well, I don't know what to say."

"Forget it, leave them alone. Let's go in and have a look." Ling Yue pushed the door and entered.

Ke Chengyang stood in front of the bed and stared at the blood stains on the bed: "C Close the door." Ke Chengyang did not look back, and his tone was even more indescribably cold.

Ling Yue turned around and gently closed the door, walked slowly to the bed, and glanced at the pure white veil with some black spots: "What strange blood stains."

"Oh?" Ke Chengyang turned his head and did not say anything politely because Ling Yue was the dean, "Try to hear it."

Ling Yue pretended to hold a dagger and stabbed the bed fiercely: "The deceased lay down, and then the prisoner stabbed it down with a dagger to his back, and then formed a jet-like blood stain."

"This is a normal method of killing. What does the dean think is strange?"

"There are too many blood stains." Ling Yue narrowed her eyes, stepped back a few steps, stopped looking at the bed, and walked slowly in the room. "The room is very clean and there are no signs of fighting, but the cleanliness is a little strange. If Wu Shanggong does not have a cleanliness fetish, then all places should have been wiped by the murderer. Strangely, are you afraid that fingerprints will stay? Ling Yue said the last sentence to herself.

But she accidentally glanced at it and found that Ke Chengyang's eyes were slightly surprised. Ling Yue didn't think much about it. She felt that Ke Chengyang was surprised because of her own reasoning analysis, not because of her last words.

"Is the murderer trying to hide the real dead?" Xia Wuchen said quietly.

"The real dead?" Ling Yue thought for a moment and said, "Xiao Ke, what do you think?"

"In the same way, the murderer should have killed Wu Shanggong in order to hide the real dead." Ke Chengyang turned around and his expression was still indifferent.

Just as Ling Yue wanted to continue to play Sherlock Holmes, she saw Liu Ye push the door and enter: "The emperor summoned Princess Qinghe, Your Highness."

After Ling Yue and Xia Wuchen left, Ke Chengyang stood outside the door and stared at the two leaving for a long time.

The 31st year of Xia Guodingzong, November 1st.

The seventh prince was appointed as the prince, living in the East Palace, giving him 1,000 taels of gold, 30,000 taels of silver, 300 silk and satin, two in the palace, and 50 palace maids each. All the ceremonial systems are better than when Xia Yan was canonized. In addition, the congratulatory gifts from court officials came one after another, and for a while, the Empress Dowa became the most lively place to preach the whole palace.

However, what puzzled the civil and military officials was that Emperor Xia did not order the abolition of Xia Yan. The official in charge of etiquette also reminded Emperor Xia, but how the two Xia Emperors just understated the words to let the historian record the death of Prince Yan without any documents.

All, although Xia Yan has not been nominally abolished, in essence, the whole Xia royal family and court know that Xia Yan has been abolished. Very few people know that Xia Yan fled to the State of Jin.

Xia Wuchen basically threw the congratulatory gifts from hundreds of officials to the supervisory court, leaving only three ancient scrolls, one from Li Jingluo, one from King Kang, and the other from Xia Chen, the sixth prince.

Xia Wuchen lay comfortably in a lounge chair covered with thick fur, holding an ancient scroll in his hand, and was very happy to see it. Although he has been canonized as a prince and became the prince, Xia Wuchen still looked light in the past and didn't care about anything. This made those officials who wanted to flatter could not find a way for a while, so they had to please Murong Lingyue, who had a good relationship with Xia Wuchen.

To some extent, as long as you come to the meeting with gold and silver treasures, Lingyue must not refuse to come. But Liu Ye always looked at the officials who came to bade with a cold face, so that the officials looked particularly guilty when giving gifts.

"Ryu Ye, don't always look cold. Look at how those officials are scared by you." Ling Yue cleared the gift and said with a smile, "Look, silver is like water in a sponge. There will always be a squeeze."

"If you calculate, there should be millions of taels of silver. Sister, what are you going to do with this silver?"

Ling Yue closed the account book and kept tapping on the account book: "I haven't figured out what to do, but I'm sure it won't be used for squandering. After all, this is not the money I earned with my hands. If I squander it, I will feel guilty.

"Why is it not yours? Although those court officials offered gifts in the name of congratulations to the prince, since they are in your hands, isn't it yours?"

Ling Yue shook her head: "This silver is not mine, but the emperor's. Now the emperor is worried about the resettlement of disaster victims. Although it is handled by Li Jingluo, Li Jinglu is not omnipotent. At the critical moment, we still have to rely on money to solve the problem. I think Li Jinglue should come to visit in a short time.

"It won't be long. It's coming now." Liu Ye's eyes fell out of the door.

Li Jinglue came in in an official uniform and came in steadily: "Weichen, see the dean."

Ling Yue secretly laughed. A year ago, she was a subjugated princess without any power, but now she has become the president of the Supervision Institute who can despise the prime minister of a country: "Prime Minister Li, everything is all right. I don't know what's the matter when you come here today?

"Ha ha, Weichen came here to discuss something with the dean."

"Oh?" Ling Yue raised her eyebrows gently and looked extremely arrogant. "Your Excellency, what do you need to discuss with me, the subjugated princess?"

"Dean, your words are serious. Now that you and I are officials in the same dynasty, we are bound to share our worries for the emperor. If we are at peace, wouldn't we have failed to live up to the emperor's trust in you and me?"

"Senior Li, you are really worthy of being the Prime Minister. Ha ha, people who don't know think you were born as a spy."

"Spy?"

"Oh, it's fine work. Ha ha..." Ling Yue smiled harmlessly.

"The dean is really joking." Li Jing slightly echoed moderately, but also seemed calm.

"Okay, let's get to business, Prime Minister Li, what on earth are you going to discuss with me?"