SFS Chapter 235 Behind the Scenes
Chapter 235 Behind the Scenes
Concubine Wan shook her head sadly, tears welling up in her eyes. She said in a sobbing voice: "Why did Yan'er only call Your Majesty and not me? Your Majesty, Yan'er must have suffered a great injustice! You must catch the real culprit behind the scenes and avenge Yan'er!" Concubine Wan's body leaned forward slightly, and her hands tightly grasped the emperor's sleeves, as if seeking dependence and support.
At this time, the atmosphere in the hall became extremely gloomy and terrifying. The candlelight swayed in the wind, stretching and distorting the shadows of the people, as if they were ghosts in the dark. The cold wind blew in from outside the hall, blowing the curtains and making a rustling sound, as if it was the whisper of wronged souls.
Emperor Yuxuan listened attentively, and the eerie voice came out again, echoing in the hall for a long time. "Father, I died so miserably...ah..." This voice seemed to come from the depths of hell, carrying endless pain and resentment. Every word was like a sharp ice knife, piercing straight into Emperor Yuxuan's heart. At this time, the wind was howling outside the hall, and dark clouds were gathering, completely blocking the originally weak moonlight. The strong wind came in through the gaps in the doors and windows, making a sharp whistling sound, as if it was the cry of wronged souls.
Emperor Yuxuan's face turned pale in an instant, his body trembled uncontrollably, beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his eyes were filled with fear and confusion.
"Listen, listen! He said it again!" Emperor Yuxuan looked at Concubine Wan doubtfully, his eyes full of anxiety, as if he was seeking Concubine Wan's approval and support. Emperor Yuxuan's lips trembled slightly, and his voice became hoarse.
Concubine Wan shook her head, a look of sadness on her face. Her eyes were dim, tears welled up in her eyes, and she slowly asked, "Your Majesty, what did Yan'er say?" Concubine Wan's voice was soft and sad, as if it could be blown away by a breeze. At this time, the candlelight in the hall was swaying violently in the strong wind, flickering, making everyone's faces look uncertain.
"Uh..." Emperor Yuxuan was speechless for a moment. How could he say this? After all, he was the one who sent someone to kill his son. His eyes dodged, and he didn't dare to look directly at Concubine Wan's eyes. His heart was filled with guilt and fear. Emperor Yuxuan clenched his hands into fists, his nails dug deep into the flesh, but he seemed to feel no pain.
Emperor Yuxuan looked at the ministers in the hall and asked in a trembling voice: "Didn't any of you hear it?" His eyes swept through the ministers with a hint of despair and anger.
They all looked puzzled, like Concubine Wan, and shook their heads, saying, "Your Majesty, what did you hear? We didn't hear anything!" Some of the ministers lowered their heads, not daring to look the emperor in the eye; others whispered to each other, and the whole hall was filled with a tense and weird atmosphere. At this time, the wind outside the hall became more and more shrill, and occasionally there were a few night owl calls, which made people shudder.
Shui Qinglian came forward and saluted. His face was solemn, his eyes were firm, and he said slowly: "Your Majesty, it is said that the person who died unjustly will seek revenge on the person who killed him! So I guess the voice of the wronged soul can also be heard by the person who killed him!" Shui Qinglian's voice was particularly clear in the silent hall, and every word hit Emperor Yuxuan's heart like a heavy hammer.
When Concubine Hao heard this, she jumped up immediately, her face flushed, her eyes widened, and she pointed at Shui Qinglian and cursed: "Shui Qinglian, what nonsense are you talking about?" Her voice was sharp and piercing, and her body was shaking with anger. Concubine Hao knew that by saying this, he was implying that the murderer was the emperor.
Emperor Yuxuan's face instantly became extremely gloomy, like the sky before a storm. His eyes flashed with anger, and he glared at Shui Qinglian fiercely, his face pulled down, and he roared: "So, are you saying that I killed Yan'er?" Emperor Yuxuan's voice was deafening, echoing in the hall, making people shudder. At this time, a flash of lightning streaked across the night sky, followed by a dull thunder, as if it was the anger of heaven.
At this moment, the hall seemed to be shrouded in a thick haze. The candlelight flickered in the wind, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, stretching and distorting the shadows of the people, making them look particularly strange. The cold wind blew from all directions, making people's clothes rustle, as if they were the caress of wronged souls.
Emperor Yuxuan suddenly jumped up from the dragon throne, his movements were as swift as a tiger, his eyes were wide open, and his gaze was like a knife piercing Shui Qinglian. It seemed that there was a raging fire burning in his eyes, and he wanted to burn Shui Qinglian to ashes in an instant.
His face flushed red with anger, veins popped out on his forehead like winding green snakes, and he gnashed his teeth and roared, "Bold Shui Qinglian, how dare you be so presumptuous!"
Shui Qinglian blinked, but there was no fear on her face, and continued: "I dare not! Your Majesty, this wronged soul knows who the murderer is? Did the prince tell you?" His voice was steady, but his eyes revealed a hint of determination and provocation.
Emperor Yuxuan snorted coldly and shouted angrily: "Aren't you telling everyone that the murderer is me?"
He clenched his fists tightly, and his body trembled slightly, as if he was going to rush up and give Shui Qinglian a fatal blow in the next second. Shui Qinglian smiled slightly, and there was a bit of calmness in that smile, and said: "Your Majesty, calm down! The murderer is in front of you, and both humans and ghosts know it! But the mastermind behind the scenes, if the prince's wronged soul has not told you, you have to let the emperor interrogate him in front of the ministers to comfort the prince's spirit in heaven!"
He looked straight at Emperor Yuxuan's anger, not flinching. Emperor Yuxuan snorted coldly, "It seems like this is just a child's play, there is no one behind the scenes! This little bitch looks like the little princess of Jin! The little princess who was once designated by the Great Zong Kingdom for marriage..."
There was disdain and contempt in his words, as if he was deliberately avoiding something important. Xiao Sizhe listened to Emperor Yuxuan's words, and a series of images flashed through his mind. At that time, he and Sikong Yan were playing in the shallow water, their laughter echoed in the air, and the sun shone on them, reflecting pure happiness. Emperor Yuxuan, who was standing aside, saw that the two of them got along so well when they just met, and immediately made an alliance with the Emperor of Jin, his face full of relief and expectation.
However, at this moment, Sikong Yan was lying in the coffin. He saw that Xiao Sizhe seemed to be shaky and could not stand steadily, so he reached out and held one of his feet. Xiao Sizhe felt his support and held the edge of the coffin to prevent himself from falling.
He shook his head vigorously, trying to get rid of the chaotic thoughts in his mind. He cast his eyes on Emperor Yuxian, and the hatred in his eyes was like a burning flame, shooting at him like arrows. His lips trembled, his teeth clenched, and the anger in his heart almost swallowed him up.