Youxin covered half of her face and supported herself back, bright red blood beads oozing out of the corners of her lips. The burning pain on her cheeks made her not retreat at all. She only raised her head and cried heart-wrenchingly with tears in her mouth: "Father!... Why do you only believe in her? You just don't believe in me..."

Hearing her tears, Ji Shun's angry eyes suddenly softened, mixed with pain, guilt, sympathy, pity... it was difficult to say. However, Youji, who was kneeling not far away, looked at her coldly and didn't want to look at her again.

Youxin stood up straight, raised her two fingers next to her face, and said ruthlessly: "Your son can swear to the sky! What is said in "Zaihuo" is the truth! The Nine Emperor Girl really has an affair with the eldest prince!..."

"You are talking nonsense!" Ji Shun couldn't bear it anymore and raised his palm again, and was pulled by Concubine Min at the right time.

"Your Majesty!" Concubine Min advised solemnly, "It's over this point, it's not the time to blame Princess Lishan. Youxin can tolerate any mistakes before punishing her. The most urgent thing is to think about how to calm the rumors among the people!..."

Ruipin couldn't help but stand up, full of worry: "Yes, Your Majesty, whether the truth spreads like wildfire or someone deliberately spreads it, the princess who was implicit in "Zaidu" had an affair with the prince, and such rumors have spread. The royal family... Now we must give the subjects an explanation!"

Ji Shun seemed to have his blood frozen all of a sudden. They reminded him that the trouble this girl had caused was indeed the king of the country to clean up the mess.

The atmosphere was as stalemate as ice. Everyone was not expecting it, but suddenly he heard loud singing outside the hall-

"Kunlun Haoyao, the Emperor Xi of Heaven and Earth; the daughter Xi Qingsong, the floating river is vast..."

Although it was sung by a man, his voice was really gentle and gentle, like morning dew dripping from the branches accompanied by the clear cry of the oriole, so melodious and ethereal, with a unique charm. The song flows between the empty palaces and buildings, which is both breathtaking and heart-wrenching.

The lyrics were also very clear, and they came into the hall word by word. When Youji heard it, his heart suddenly shook, his face turned into petrified, and his terrifying eyes almost burst out from his sockets.

Youxin opened her tears and turned her head out of the hall with a confused look on her face. Ji Shun was so impressed that he forgot the mother and daughter who made him angry, and raised her eyes: "Who is singing loudly outside the hall?"

"I chant for a long time, and the sad sings of the sheng and the roar of the sheng and the roar of the sheng and the desolation is gone..."

As the ending prolongs, the song ends, but the lingering sound echoes for a long time, and it keeps lingering.

Princess Jinxuan smiled with a smile, and called out in a roar: "Qiwu, since you have finished singing, come in."

After a while, a slender and elegant figure appeared at the entrance of the hall. As soon as his legs stepped in, it seemed like light shining on all the concubines present, illuminating the eyes of almost all the concubines present.

His walking posture and aura set off his elegant appearance very much, just like a lotus step by step. He walked to Ji Shun and Princess Jin Xuan and knelt down, bowing and bowing: "I am the gentle minister Feng Qiwu, please see my emperor, the queen, the princess and all the empresses."

"He is Chunling Jun!" Yu Xiuhua exclaimed inappropriately. She had inquired, so she naturally matched the name with the person.

Her stone caused a thousand sensations, and the concubines immediately whispered to each other, sighing that it was better to see it than to hear it at first sight. The peerless beauty of Chunling Jun Yanjue's imperial capital is indeed well-deserved.
Chapter completed!