The latter half of the confession letter emphasized the case against Gu Jiao, which was almost identical to Bai Kun’s statement. Mo Qianxue faked her death to escape like the cicada shedding its shell, getting close to Gu Jiao. Hua Xiyao, on several occasions, relayed the Young Master’s orders on her behalf, instructing Mo Qianxue to take action against Gu Jiao.
The last time she went to find Mo Qianxue, she was knocked out by Mo Qianxue and force-fed some medicine, and when she awoke, she was in the Ministry of Justice Prison.
The confession letter also revealed that Hua Xiyao originally had no intention of betraying the Young Master, yet the Young Master unexpectedly sent someone to poison her—it was all in vain, her loyalty fed to the dogs!
If the Young Master could act on the first day, then don’t blame her for retaliating on the fifteenth!
"The Young Master, in fact, you also know her; she is indeed a princess of the royal family, indeed referring to His Majesty as her imperial brother, her name is——"
The confession ended there on the ninth page.
The tenth page contained only a name.
When the Emperor saw that name, he sharply inhaled a breath of cold air, staring in horror at Ning An beside him—
Bixia Hall.
Huangfu Xian was once again lost in thought by the window.
Lianlian, having no other choice, carried in the dried clothing, placed them on the bed, and then approached Huangfu Xian’s side.
A gust of cold wind blew, giving Lianlian a shiver!
Lianlian sighed and said, "Young Master, why are you sitting here in the cold again? Shall I push you closer to the fire to warm up? I thought only the borderlands were cold; I didn’t expect Capital City to be this chilly too."
As she spoke, she pushed Huangfu Xian’s wheelchair closer to the brazier.
Huangfu Xian didn’t object because he had been frozen stiff, unable to utter a word.
Lianlian went back to close the window.
Sitting beside the brazier to warm up, Huangfu Xian watched as Lianlian neatly folded the clothes, one by one, and placed them back in the wardrobe.
Looking at the impeccably organized clothes in the wardrobe and comparing them to the less tidily folded clothes she had just placed inside, she cleared her throat and said, "Why bother folding them so neatly? Aren’t they all going to be worn anyway?"
In the palace, rules were strict, and only the best Palace maids were assigned to serve in Bixia Hall. Lianlian, who didn’t receive such strict training in the Princess Residence at the borderlands, actually did things that the Palace maids would not approve of.
However, as she was a confidante of Princess Ning An, the maids did not dare to criticize her openly and had no choice but to refold the clothes Lianlian had folded after she left.
"Really now." Lianlian’s self-esteem took another hit; she placed her pile of unsatisfactorily folded clothes on top of the unrealistically neat pile and left in a huff.
Shortly after her departure, Huangfu Xian, his body temperature restored and no longer stiff from the cold, pushed his wheelchair back to the window and used a pole to prop it open.
The window was not low, and without the use of his legs, he couldn’t stand, so this task was quite difficult for him.
As he reached for the pole, he almost fell out of his wheelchair.
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