Beiming Yi, because of these words, casually swept over it. Beitang Qing felt sowhat unnerved by his gaze: "Master?"
Beiming Yi ignored him, directly lowered the carriage curtain. Beitang Qing hurriedly jumped onto the horse carriage, and at the sa ti shouted to the people outside: "Go, return to the Prince Manor."
The atmosphere inside the carriage was sowhat strange: "Brother..., are you in a bad mood?"
When no one was around, Beitang Qing called Beiming Yi brother. Because the two were very familiar, any slight mood change Beiming Yi had, Beitang Qing could sense through his facial expressions and breathing speed.
It was just that he hadn’t noticed the danger yet and was still babbling on, until Beiming Yi couldn’t bear the noise anymore, giving a cold snort.
"Have you said enough? If you’ve said enough, get out."
"See, clearly you’re in a bad mood. But brother, I can’t care about your mood at the mont. Can we talk about the big matter first?"
Beiming Yi turned his head away, staring at Beitang Qing without speaking. Beitang Qing sighed.
"He seems to have been put under house arrest, not attending court now. Can’t you co up with a plan? During my days in Beijing, I have used all thods possible but with no progress, and because of my identity, he feels sowhat awkward, just as a second-class guard by your side."
Beiming Yi finally cald down and asked whom he intended to deal with upon his return.
"When was the last ti you saw him?"
Beitang Qing was accustod to this appellation; when it’s just the two of them, they often referred to their blood-related father as ’he’.
"About half a month ago."
"Then, what was his condition at the ti?"
Beitang Qing shook his head, "His complexion was a bit pale, he had no strength, when speaking, he was evasive, clearly fearing sothing, wanting to speak but couldn’t."
"Then, what did he say? You should be able to recount it, right?"
Beitang Qing looked gloomy: "He didn’t say anything, just asked about our recent situations."
"Things?" When Beiming Yi reached out to Beitang Qing, the latter instantly froze: "What things?"
"Repeat once more, the process of your audience that day, including every bodily movent, without missing any detail, repeat it all to ."
Beitang Qing worried that due to his mistake, he would ruin the major matter, so he recalled carefully.
"...Father Emperor first shook my hand, then touched my hair..."
Upon hearing this, Beiming Yi instantly beca energized: "Shake hands? Touch hair? Which side of the hair?"
Beiming Yi’s gaze was too sharp, staring at Beitang Qing, making him uncomfortable, just as he was about to speak, Beiming Yi asked: "Have you changed your hair crown recently?"
Beitang Qing paused for an instant, tried to recall, then shook his head.
"Brother, I can’t rember clearly, this hair crown has been changed, but I don’t rember which one I wore that day."
"If you can’t rember, bring all your hair crowns."
Beiming Yi’s voice was too cold, freezing Beitang Qing into instantly realizing he might have carelessly missed so important clues. He swallowed hard, before Beiming Yi erupted, he directly opened the door and leaped onto the rear guard’s horse: "Get off, I have sothing I need to do."
The guard hurriedly jumped down, Beitang Qing rode the horse carriage back to the Prince Manor, while Beiming Yi, thoughtfully stroking the White Jade Ring on his thumb, felt a rush of excitent. Suddenly his throat tickled, he coughed violently a few tis. The final cough brought a taste of blood to his mouth, instinctively covering it with a handkerchief, revealing black blood with a unique scent presented shockingly on the white handkerchief.
"Ti is running out..." Beiming Yi tiredly leaned on the soft cushion behind him, casually flipping through the dossiers at his side, all his mind filled with scheming, planning, while he felt his head starting to swell and ache...
Upon returning to the Prince Manor, Beiming Yi was directly carried to his bedroom, in extre exhaustion, he asked Beitang Qing the result of the hair crown investigation.
Once Beitang Qing brought all the hair crowns, starting to ticulously search through them, finally found a jade hairpin in the seam of one of the crowns, he then looked at Beitang Qing: "This hairpin, is it yours?"
Beitang Qing looked carefully, shook his head: "No, I don’t have this hairpin, could it have been placed by the Emperor? In that case, it is quite possible, back then the old man did say my hair was ssy and needed tidying."
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