Chapter 992

   Yi Zhou's lips opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end there was no sound.

  At this time, his emotions towards the privy envoy were very complicated.

  Emotionally told him that the privy envoy would not harm himself because it was unnecessary.

  But his reason told him that he was poisoned after drinking a cup of tea, and the person who poisoned it was probably the privy envoy!

   Coupled with the pain caused by the poisonous hair, his mind is a little confused, and he can't make up his mind for a moment, not knowing whether he should continue to trust the privy envoy.

   Yimei was anxious, her tone involuntarily raised.

   "It's all this time, what are you still hesitating?

  Do you know that I was almost killed by someone, maybe the person who killed me was the one who poisoned you.

  If he can't be found out now, he will probably continue to harm me in the future.

  Do you want to see me being hurt again? "

  Her words are like a needle, piercing Yi Zhou’s heart, making him utter a voice: "No, I don’t want to."

   Yimei is almost anxious: "Then just say it!"

   Yi Zhou's lips trembled slightly.

  After a painful struggle, he finally uttered a word with difficulty.

   "Yes...Is the privy envoy..."

  This answer far exceeded Yimei’s expectations.

   Although she feels that Guan Ying’s handling of certain things is annoying, he has always been dedicated to his duties and is a very reliable elder.

  She never doubted him.

  Even when she was chased by a group of assassins to almost despair, she never thought about this matter.

   But now, Yi Zhou’s words are like a basin of cold water, pouring on her heart, making her whole body like falling into an ice cave, cold all over her body.

  With the last trace of luck, she asked with a trembling voice.

   "How could it be him? Are you sure it is him? There is no misunderstanding here, right?"

  In fact, Yi Zhou did not want to believe that the poisoner would be his most respected privy envoy.

  His body is too weak, and his speech is intermittent.

  "Before I went out, the privy envoy...gave me a cup of tea.

After   I...I haven't eaten anything.

  I...I'm not sure if it was his poison, but in the last two hours, I only drank that cup of tea.

  That cup of tea...he poured it by himself. "

  When he said the last sentence, his face showed pain.

  I don't know whether it is the pain caused by the poisonous hair or the pain caused by the betrayal of the trusted person.

  Or both.

   Yimei was unbelievable: "Why did he do this? Didn't he insist on taking you on an ambassador to Dasheng? He seems to value you very much, and he has no reason to attack you!"

  Luo Qinghan, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly spoke.

   "Maybe Guan Ying had already made plans to get rid of Yi Zhou in Dasheng, so he only proposed to take Yi Zhou as an ambassador to Dasheng.

  All these are the chess games he has planned for a long time, and you two are the chess pieces in his hand. "

Both Yimei and Yizhou were dumbfounded.

  If the facts are like what the Emperor Dasheng said, then the city that won is too terrible!

   Yimei hurriedly asked: "But why? Why did he do this? What good is it for him to kill us?"

  Luo Qinghan: "You have to ask himself."

  He made people call Zhao Xian over.

  "You take someone to Hongyou Temple to catch Guanying."

   "Here!"

  Zhao Xian took the lead and left.

  There was a brief silence in the house.

   Yi Zhou's body suddenly convulsed, his throat made a painful sound, and he opened his mouth again to spit out a mouthful of black blood.

  Yimei panicked and yelled: "Imperial doctor! Immigration doctor, please help him!"

Fang Wujiu gave him a few more shots, but the effect this time was far worse than the previous one. His life has come to an end, his breathing has become lighter and lighter, and his eyes have become dazed, like It is possible to leave this world at any time.

  Imi looked at him, nervous and frightened, and couldn't help crying.

   "I knew you were going to have an accident. I had to prevent you from coming to Dasheng when I said anything."

  If they hadn't left the Thousand Islands country at the beginning, they should still be living well in the imperial palace of the Thousand Islands country, and they would not experience such a painful life and death at all.

   Yi Zhou’s lips trembled violently, as if he was saying something, but because the voice was too small, others could not hear him clearly.

   Yimei quickly leaned down and put her ears over.

  She heard Yi Zhou say in a very soft voice.

   "I...I don't regret coming here."

If he didn’t have the Thousand Island Kingdom, maybe he would have to live in the darkness of invisible sunlight all his life. No one would be able to look at him, no one would care about his feelings, and no one would hold him tightly as he is now. Hand, leaving him sad tears.

  So he does not regret it.

  He even felt that being able to die in the company of relatives is a very fulfilling thing.

  At least he is no longer alone from now on.

   Yi Zhou pulled his bloodless lips and pulled out a smile with difficulty.

  This smile is actually ugly, but there is an indescribable purity and serenity.

  Until he lost his breath completely, his heart stopped beating, his body gradually became cold, his face still maintained this smile.

   Yimei knelt and sat on the floor beside the bed, staring at him blankly, still holding his hands tightly.

  Until Fang Wujiu reminded her that it was time to let go, she suddenly realized what had happened.

   Yi Zhou is dead.

  The younger brother who made her feel annoying and an eyesore died.

  It stands to reason that she shouldn't be so sad.

  After all, there was not much overlap between her and him. She used to feel disgusted even when she looked at him more.

  But why? She would feel bored in her heart now, as if something was stuck in her heart, she couldn't get up and down, and she was extremely uncomfortable.

  Fang Wujiu: "His Royal Highness, the little prince is dead, please be sorrowful and change."

  Imi murmured: "What's the sorrow? I don't like him. I even hope that I don't have a brother like him at all. How could I be sad because of his death? I don't need to mourn, I don't need it."

  Fang Wujiu: "Then why are you crying?"

   Yimei raised her hand and wiped a handful of wet cheeks, only to realize that she did not know when she had already burst into tears.

  Fang Wujiu gracefully handed over a silk handkerchief.

  The plain white silk kerchief, without any embroidered patterns, exudes a faint smell of herbs.

  Imi turned her face away, wiped her cheek with her sleeve, and choked.

   "I didn't cry, I just got sand in my eyes."

  Fang saw no alcohol, and did not force it anymore.

  He retracted the silk kerchief into his sleeve and turned to look at the emperor.

   "Your Majesty, don't disclose the death of the little prince for the time being."

  Luo Qinghan understood what he meant.

Even if Yi Zhou is not very valued by the Emperor of the Thousand Islands, he is after all the little prince of the Thousand Islands, with the blood of the Emperor of the Thousand Islands. If the people of the Thousand Islands knew that Yi Zhou died in the Dasheng Palace, between the two countries Irreconcilable contradictions will inevitably arise.

  (End of this chapter)