Chapter 732: Death of Aunt Ping


Aunt Ping
These three words caused Emperor Jingming to make a sudden jump, and even forgot to ask for details immediately.
The Fuqing princess Xuande Building was in danger on the first Yuan Festival. Because of Yu Jin's words, although Emperor Jingming could not suspect that he would go to the Queen Mother, he acquiesced to investigate Cining Palace.
This Aunt Ping is the person who has recently found out that she has been in contact with Qingdai, Princess Fuqing’s personal court lady.
Aunt Ping is dead?
Emperor Jingming quickly turned this thought in his mind, and asked, "Why would the Queen Mother see Aunt Ping's body?"
Aunt Ping is a female official of the Ci Ning Palace, who specializes in the little court ladies who are in charge of the clothes of the queen mother.
Kneeling on the ground, the mother bowed her head and said: "Aunt Ping brought the clothes for the Queen Mother’s birthday to the Queen Mother today. After seeing it, she felt that there was no problem, so she let Aunt Ping put it away properly. Who knows that Aunt Ping went to Westinghouse late I didn’t see it, and then there was a scream. The queen mother heard the movement and took a look and saw that Aunt Ping committed suicide.
"Where is that cheap maid?" Jingming Emperor asked with a cold face.
The mother tremblingly said: "Also, still hanging on the beam"
"Lead me the way!"
The grandmother looked at the queen nervously.
The queen hurriedly said: "My lord, don't let a lowly servant disturb you--"
Emperor Jingming waved his hand and sneered: "I have seen a lot, and I am afraid that a corpse will not be made?"
The queen is not good to persuade.
Emperor Jingming glanced at the grandmother on the ground and said coldly: "You lead the way."
The mother had no choice but to get up and walk in front of her nervously.
Emperor Jingming took two steps and said to the queen: "You and Fuqing don't follow, let the seventh and the seventh wife be with me."
The corners of Yu Jin's mouth twitched.
What do you mean, it's normal to ask him to go there together, why call him Asi?
The co-authored Queen and Princess Fuqing are just two delicate flowers. Isn't his wife a weak woman?
Yu Jin muttered in his heart, but his steps were not slow, and he looked like Jiang again, walking faster than him.
The cage where the queen mother’s clothes are placed is in Westinghouse, and I arrived within two steps.
A corpse was dangling slightly on the beam of the room, and an embroidered pier with a flower and bird pattern fell alone.
At the moment, there were many palace people standing at Westinghouse Gate, but no one dared to move. Seeing the three of Emperor Jingming came and hurriedly salute.
Standing at the door, Emperor Jing Ming looked up at the woman hanging on the beam for a moment, then glanced at Pan Hai.
Pan Hai whispered: "It's Aunt Ping."
Emperor Jingming was silent for a while and spoke: "Old Qi, you can check to see if there is anything abnormal."
"Yes."
Yu Jin walked into the house.
Jiang seemed to walk in without hesitation.
The people of the Cining Palace were taken aback, and thought that Princess Yan was so courageous, and then took a peek at the expression that Emperor Jingming was accustomed to, and was even more surprised: Is it now that the royal selection of wives is based on courage?
Princess Fuqing glanced towards Westinghouse and whispered: "Mother, Aunt Ping, she—"
The queen tightened Princess Fuqing's hand and whispered: "Don't say anything."
The empress dowager's female officer died in the queen dowager's dormitory. Things are getting more complicated and confusing. It is best to keep silent at this time.
Emperor Jingming came back and asked the previous mother: "Aunt Ping put the clothes alone?"
The mother hurriedly said: "Return to the emperor, there is a little court lady with Aunt Ping."
"What about the little palace lady?" Emperor Jing Ming asked immediately.
A cowardly voice came: "Slaves, slaves are here..."
With a person kneeling in front of him, Emperor Jing Ming clearly saw the appearance of the little palace lady: she was a little girl who seemed to be only thirteen or fourteen years old. Her face was pale at the moment, she was crying, and she was obviously scared.
"Where were you when Aunt Ping was hanging the beam?"
This little palace lady could not watch Aunt Ping commit suicide.
"Slave, the servant girl is not in the room..." The little maid fell on the ground, shaking like sifting chaff, "Aunt Ping asked the servant girl to get some spices to put in the cage to smoke clothes, the servant girl went to get the spices, who would find out when they came back in the house Aunt Ping hangs the beam—"
Emperor Jingming turned blue when he heard it, and asked the mother: "Have you heard no sound before?"
The embroidered pier always makes a sound when falling to the ground.
The mother shook her head: "The queen mother was listening to the tune at the time, and she didn't hear any movement from Westinghouse until the little palace lady screamed, and then the queen mother came out to look—"
Having said that, the mother gave the little palace lady a fierce look.
If it hadn't been for this cheap maid screaming, how could the queen mother be frightened? If Aunt Ping should whip the body, this little hoof should also be beaten to death with a stick.
Emperor Jingming didn't care about the misconduct of the younger lady, but instead focused on Aunt Ping.
If Aunt Ping was a homicide, the most important thing is to find the murderer. If Aunt Ping committed suicide, why did she choose to cast her in such a high-profile place?
With the sound of footsteps, Yu Jin and Jiang Si came over.
Emperor Jingming hurriedly asked: "How?"
Princess Fuqing looked at Yu Jin and Jiang resembling, and she also showed expectation.
The queen had a panoramic view of the reactions of the two and raised her lips quietly.
She was ashamed to say that she was far from worrying about the Queen Mother, so she could see it more clearly.
The emperor may not have noticed it himself. When encountering such things, he valued King Yan.
It is of course a happy thing that the son is valued by the Emperor.
Yu Jin shook his head: "There are no signs of struggling, and there is no trauma on his body. The son asked the palace clerk. At that time, everyone was standing outside except for those who stayed in the Queen Mother's house. No one was going to the Westinghouse. This is basically a conclusion. Aunt Ping committed suicide."
Emperor Jingming was silent for a long time, and said angrily: "This cheap maid!"
At this time, a maidservant hurried over: "The emperor, the queen mother is awake."
When Emperor Jingming heard this, he hurriedly walked in.
The queen mother was helped by a maidservant to sit up, and when he saw Emperor Jingming approaching, she smiled weakly: "The emperor is here."
"Mother, are you okay?" Jing Mingdi asked, sitting next to the queen mother.
The queen asked, "Is the mother better?"
Princess Fuqing wiped her tears and broke into a smile: "Grandma, it's great for you to wake up."
Yu Jin quietly touched Jiang's hand, and the two greeted the Queen Mother together.
The queen mother swept across the crowd and stayed on Yu Jin for a while, weakly asking: "You are entering the palace today, are you here to please the queen?"
Yu Jin nodded: "I wanted to greet the emperor grandmother, for fear that it might disturb your cleanliness."
Except for necessary days, the princes, princesses and princesses from outside cannot always go to Cining Palace when they come into the palace, and the queen mother has no energy to deal with this, so it is not rude for Yu Jin and Jiang Si not to come to Cining Palace to ask for peace.
"Ai's family wishes to be more lively--" The queen mother said silently, as if she had suddenly thought of something, "Aunt Ping is really dead?"
Emperor Jingming nodded slowly.
The queen mother patted the bedpost, and sighed: "This Aunt Ping, it is obvious that she died deliberately for Ai Jia!"
Emperor Jingming was stunned, and hurriedly asked: "What do you say about the empress mother?"
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