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"This, do you know!" Qiao Qiao's eyes were still filled with a hint of sharpness. She ruthlessly threw a token at Yingyue's body. After hitting her body, it fell to the ground with a clanging sound.

Yingyue looked over and saw that it was only the plate that Xiyue normally wore. Her nonchalant look deeply hurt the last line of defense in Joe's mind.

"This is yours!" Qiao Qiao coldly looked at Ying Yue and shouted.

Ying Yue wrinkled her brows, her lips curling into an extremely cold smile. "Is the emperor relying on this badge to determine that I'm a murderer?" He thought that Qiao still had some kind of power, but it turned out to be just a sign that didn't recognize its owner. "Xiyue and I both have one, what right does the emperor have to say that the identity token is mine?"

"In the palace, aunt's identity token is indeed the same, but you are not the same as Xiyue." "I still remember the first time when I was assassinated. At that time, you were still outside the palace, and I'm afraid you don't know that it was Xiyue who fought with all her might against the murderer, causing the murderer to slash through her waist, and it was this nameplate that saved her life. However, coincidentally, that blade actually left a deep cut on the nameplate, whereas yours didn't." Qiao Qiao slowly bent over and picked up the identity token that fell to the ground. It was precisely because she saw the identity token that day that she mistakenly thought that the corpse was Xiyue and that identity token was in her hands.

Yingyue's eyes slowly widened as she leaned forward and looked at her identity token. Suddenly, she laughed out loud, "Your Majesty, I've already admitted my guilt, so why did you bother trying to trick me? This identity token clearly has marks on it, why do you have to say that it is mine?"

The corner of Qiao Qiao's mouth raised as he sneered. He extended a finger to caress the wound on his waist, as if he was touching a treasure.

"This mark was drawn by Xiyue before she died." Qiao Qiao still didn't want to tell Yingyue about Xiyue not dying. She wanted to make Yingyue suffer the torment of her guilt.

Yingyue's pupils shrank, she didn't understand what Qiao still meant.

"I'm afraid that after Xiyue found out that the killer was you, she was afraid that I would investigate and find out who you were, so she used her fingernail to scratch the two of you wrong. Unfortunately, there is a difference between a fingernail and a knife." Qiao Qiao's eyes still dimmed as he continued, "If I'm not mistaken, the palace maid who tricked Xiyue to leave that day must have taken your identity token to look for her. You also probably took your identity token from that time." Qiao Qiao still let out a bitter laugh. How could she not have expected that the person who could deceive Xiyue into putting herself in danger was not the person she trusted the most?

"Hahahahaha." Yingyue looked up to the sky and laughed like she had gone mad, "I am never afraid of the day that the truth will be revealed. I only hate her for being so self-righteous even when she is about to die!"

She knew that although Yingyue always harbored hatred for Xiyue, deep inside her heart, she still desired to be loved. It was only because she had lived under the shadow of Xiyue for too long that she wanted to kill the shadow and replace it with her own. However, was there really no place in her heart for Xiyue, this big sister?

Ah!" "Why?!" Ying Yue roared, her tears flowing down like a dam had burst, "Why did I do this to her, she covered up my crimes before she died, why!? Why doesn't she hate me! "Why don't you hate me!

Ying Yue was like a crazy beast as she slowly lost all sense of reason.

Qiao Qiao still let out a deep sigh. For Yingyue to obtain her current retribution, it was her own fault.

"Let's go." Qiao Qiao said to Qingwu slowly, "Bring her food and water on time every day. Send someone to watch over her, don't let her die."

"Yes." She looked at Qiao Qiao's figure that was still getting further and further away, and then at Yingyue who was laughing crazily, she could not help but shiver. She really did not know how the petite girl in front of her possessed such a powerful strength, she did not need to be whipped, tortured, or even used any weapons. With just a few words, she was able to make people suffer the most, with Yingyue's current state, not dying was her greatest sorrow.

Qiao Qiao still walked out from the cold palace. Her mood was not as relaxed as she had imagined. Bai Ning was already dead, Yingyue was already crazy, she had already avenged Xiyue, but why was her heart still so heavy?

"Your Majesty, Eunuch Gao has been executed." Qingwu stood behind Qiao Yifeng, afraid that she would disturb Qiao Yifeng's anger. She leaned forward and carefully reported.

"En, Eunuch Gao is already old and has served the late emperor. He has no merit, but he still has to work hard. Give him a quick death." Qiao Qiao's tone was as indifferent as before. He did not intend to personally punish this old man who had helped Yingyue in the harem.

"Yes." Qingwu replied.

Qiao Qiao let out a soft sigh and slowly walked into the palace. At this moment, someone had been waiting for them for a long time.

"Greetings, esteemed imperial concubine." Dancing slightly, she kowtowed to those people inside the palace.

"Mm, get up. All of you can leave. I have something to say to the emperor." Ji Mingyuan waved to Qingwu as he looked at Qiao whose face was still as warm as ever. The corners of his lips curled up slightly, and the deep ravine of beauties slowly curved up, appearing to be even more exquisite than a woman's.

Qingwu raised her head and looked at Qiao Qiao. Seeing that Qiao Qiao still slowly nodded her head, she then retreated.

"How are your injuries?" Ji Mingyuan slowly walked forward, supporting Qiao Qiao as he asked worriedly.

"Not bad." "Yes." Qiao Qiao still responded with an indifferent tone. He slowly walked forward and headed towards the inner hall.

"Such a heavy injury, why didn't you rest up? Why did you go to the Cold Palace to see Yingyue?" Ji Mingyuan's tone was slightly reproachful, but it was more of a concern.

"She is the murderer of Xiyue. How can I stand idly by and watch!?" Still slowly releasing his breath, Joe sat on the bed in the inner hall.

"Last night, there was no poison in the thing she delivered." Ji Mingyuan lowered his eyes and parted his lips. He was about to say something, but he was hesitant. He was indeed being overly suspicious about this matter, but he did not expect that Qiao Qiao would act so quickly.

"What?" Qiao Qiao's face was still cold. "No poison?" Didn't she listen to Hua BaiNing and come to harm her? How could she not have poisoned him?!

"Yes." This morning, I ordered an imperial physician to inspect it. Ji Mingyuan's eyes dimmed.

She used to eat pastries at night, and these pastries were handled by Yingyue after Xiyue left. Yesterday, she clearly heard the conversation between Yingyue and Bai Ning in the imperial garden, and knew that they would definitely take action during the night, so she tried to spread the rumor to catch Bai Ning on one side and Yingying on the other. She thought that there must be something in the pastries that Yingying brought over on the night, so she put on a human skin mask to pretend that there was something in it. There was no poison in the pastries! She clearly could have confronted him on the spot in the cold palace and told him that the pastries were harmless, and she could have completely ignored the matter with Xiyue. However, why did she … Why did she plead guilty today, and why did she still confess everything she had done to Joe?

"Regardless of whether there was poison in the pastries last night, she was, after all, the culprit who killed Xiyue. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to punish her like this." Ji Mingyuan slowly said as he saw Qiao Qiao's shock and guilt.

Qiao Qiao still remained silent and instead slowly closed her eyes. In an instant, two crystal clear tears fell from both sides of her face. Without a sound or sound, they powerfully fell onto her heart.

It turned out that Yingyue's last chance wasn't given to her, but given to Qiao Yifan.

She had long since wanted to let Qiao Qiao know that she was the murderer of Xiyue. She had long since wanted to use Qiao Qiao's hands to free herself and not work for Hua Bai Ning anymore.

This time, Ying Yue set up the game early in the morning. The one playing was not Qiao Yifeng, but Ying Yue.

"Send down the order, bring Yingyue out from the cold palace." "She's gone mad. She's already been punished. It's time to let this go."

"Right." Ji Minyuan responded by raising his hand and brushing it across Joe's still tearful face, but Joe's finger remained frozen in the air.

"Don't spread what happened last night. Say that Yingyue went crazy because she couldn't accept Xiyue's death, but she is still at the rank of aunt, so no one can treat her lightly." Joe said to Ji Mingyuan, still tilting his head.

"Yes, I understand." Ji Mingyuan slowly retracted his hand from the air and chuckled. He was the one who had presumptuously taken action just now.

"Ji Mingyuan, you can leave the palace." Joe's voice was still soft, but it had an unquestionable firmness.

"I won't."

"None of the people following me have a good ending." Xiyue was like this, Yingyue was the same, and Eunuch Gao was the same.

"I'm not afraid." Ji Mingyuan laughed softly.

"I'm afraid." "I was afraid of betraying them, like Yingyue, Master Gao. I thought they would be loyal to me for the rest of my life."

"I will not betray you." Ji Mingyuan's eyes were warm, but his tone was firm.

"But I won't give you anything." Qiao Qiao still lowered her eyes. What she said was true.

"I don't want the result. I only want you." Ji Mingyuan ruefully smiled as he stroked Qiao Qiao's long hair.

This time, Joe did not dodge.

But in her mind, it was actually the face with the mask that she had lost this morning …