The King of Jin replied truthfully: "Return to my father, what the Imperial Doctor said is true."

Anyway, he was in a coma, and he didn't know that since his father said it was the imperial physician, the imperial physician was definitely right.

Xia Zhixing secretly praised King Jin in his heart. This answer is really perfect!

Emperor Ming Zhao glanced at his son who was the most satisfied with, and his son who looked the most. He didn't care much about his tone, "Did you find out who the assassin is?"

I don't have the feeling of a father being nervous about his son, but I asked so casually as if I was polite.

Bo Yechen replied respectfully: "Go back to my father, the assassin is dead, and the real murderer behind the scenes has not been found out yet."

Emperor Ming Zhao raised his eyebrows lightly, "Is the assassin dead? Isn't that death without evidence?"

It was obviously a casual tone, but it made people feel an indescribable pressure. This is the aura of the emperor!

Bo Yechen lowered his eyes.

This was unresponsive, and he knew it well, and his father even suspected that this was a bitter plan he directed and acted on.

Although I have known that the royal family is ruthless, sometimes I will inevitably be injured.

Who can be ruthless if a person is not a plant or a tree?

Xia Zhixing sighed in her heart that the conversation between father and son was too suffocating. Fortunately, she was an actor and had acted in many palace dramas, otherwise she would not be able to hear the profound meaning of the conversation.

The father actually suspected that his son was deliberately acting as a tough trick?

She quietly glanced at the King of Jin next to her from the corner of her eyes, and found that although his expression had not changed, the corners of his lips were more important than usual. It can be seen that he was also cold by these words.

It is said that since ancient times, the royal family is the most ruthless, and it is true!

The most powerful eunuch general manager, Eunuch Lu, was hanging his hands around Emperor Zhao, and said, "Report to the emperor, the eldest grandson of the Imperial Hospital is here."

Xia Zhixing obviously felt the man next to him tremble. Although it was an invisible move, she still felt it.

Emperor Zhao did not raise his head, "Xuan."

Doctor Sun slowly stepped in, and after saluting one by one, he checked King Jin's injuries according to Emperor Zhao's request.

Bo Yechen cooperated and asked Dr. Sun to take the pulse and check the wound on his body.

In order to get a detailed examination, Doctor Sun dismantled a gauze that Xia Zhixing had just bandaged. "I don't know what kind of medicine the princess used for the prince, but it actually had such a miraculous effect?"

Xia Zhixing seemed to have prepared and took out a third of the ointment left for King Jin. "I would like to ask the Imperial Doctor Sun to take a look. I only know the skin and fur in terms of medical theory. This ointment was left by the miracle doctor who treated me back then. I don't know what formula it is. Now I will give it to Imperial Doctor Sun for research to make the best use of it."

Doctor Sun took it, looked left and right, put it under his nose and smelled it. Emperor Zhaoming, who had been pondering words for a long time, said: "Report to the emperor, I have never heard of this ointment. I have seen it for the first time today. If the healing of the wound is really effective, then I will have to study the formula even if I have spent my whole life energy to benefit our Tianqi Kingdom!"

Emperor Zhao nodded slightly, "Yeah, let's go down!"

He also saw that King Jin was indeed injured, but it is a mystery who was injured.

...

After coming out of Tai Chi Hall, there was nothing to say along the way.

When he was about to arrive at the Xiangyun Hall of the Imperial Concubine, Xia Zhixing couldn't hold it anymore and asked in a low voice: "Why didn't you defend yourself in front of your father just now? Who did the injury on your body? Have you found out?"

Bo Yechen suddenly looked at her, "There is no evidence of death."

Xia Zhixing curled his lips, "That's it, there is a saying that goes: If you don't know, don't do it yourself! There are so many things that are irrelevant in this world. You can always find some details, even if you are dead, you can tell you the truth."

Bo Yechen looked around and looked at Xia Zhixing with sharp eyes, "Do you know where this is? You will lose your head when talking nonsense."

Xia Zhixing glanced at Tang Yuan next to King Jin and Zijuan beside him, and muttered in a low voice, "Aren't they all my own people!"

Not to mention that her voice was not loud, at most, they could only hear it, but they all entered the Xiangyun Hall of the Imperial Concubine, which is relatively safer!

In the past, when I was acting in palace dramas, I felt that the people in the inner courtyard of the palace were tired and were very good at calculating every day. Without a single clever heart, I couldn't survive in this harem.

Now that I have really entered this copy, I just realized how easy it was to film a drama in the past. I got the script! I knew what would happen every step, but now I am completely confused and worried all day long...

Her voice was neither loud nor small, and it was enough for Bo Yechen to hear it, and a complex feeling was inexplicably slipping through her heart.

"What does it mean that you just said that dead people can tell you the truth?"

"Uh...for example! Why did this dead assassin die? What was found from him? Is it reasonable for him to carry these things on him? Including the clothes he wore, the sword he held, etc.... No matter how bad it is, he can still have a forensic autopsy!"

These are all learned by Xia Zhixing reading novels and scripts, and this will be completely learned and used.

A hint of surprise slipped through Bo Yechen's eyes. Even Tang Yuan beside him was shocked. After obtaining the prince's permission, he spoke, "The assassin committed suicide by biting his tongue. He did not carry any tokens on him to prove his identity. As for the sword and clothing you mentioned, there was no abnormality, so the clue was broken here."

Xia Zhixing squeezed out a very awkward smile. Sure enough, there is still a big difference between theory and practice!

She said with confidence, "Haha... I may have read too many verbal books."

Bo Yechen glanced at her faintly, meaningful.

When he arrived at Xiangyun Hall, Concubine Shen held her son's hand and asked about her well-being. The reaction was completely different from Emperor Ming Zhao's. The mother and father were indeed different!

Facing his mother's question, Bo Yechen answered it patiently one by one.

Concubine Shen looked at her son with distress, "Have you found the identity of the assassin?"

Bo Yechen shook his head, not wanting to say more.

After all, Concubine Shen wanted to say something. Although this is her palace, there are many people and people. If it reaches someone's ears, it will definitely cause trouble for her son.

She could only pat her son's hand and ask about the injuries on his body.

Xia Zhixing was left alone, but she didn't think anything was wrong. The mother and son expressed their feelings to each other, and she didn't want to get involved. If possible, she wouldn't want to go out for a walk by herself.

When she was bored, she started chatting with the system.

Xia Zhixing: Do you know who the murderer of the assassination of King Jin? Why don’t you tell me quietly that I can get the trust of King Jin through this matter.

System 031: Sorry, you can't cheat.

Xia Zhixing tried to brainwash it: Why is this cheating? As the male protagonist, shouldn't he have the protagonist's halo? Even the person who assassinated him can't find out what the protagonist is called? Is there still the protagonist's halo?

System 031:...
Chapter completed!