The sun has risen to its highest point, and the well-ventilated palaces have begun to heat up. There is no cool breeze in the corridors and in the gardens, and the people walking in a hurry are all blushing.

There are six pots of ice sculptures placed in the side hall of Fengyi Palace, and the cold air is filled with air, making Meng Hui not miss the air conditioner so much.

The Princess looked at the ice sculpture in surprise. Each of them was dripping down from the shelf, and there was a container to catch it to prevent it from flowing into the ground and making the hall wet. "Is this the weapon of Pingyang committing suicide? How could this happen..."

Meng Hui knew that she didn't believe it, but it was hard to imagine how Sun Yian did it. "I don't have much strength usually, but look at me." Meng Hui said as she walked to the ice sculpture, stretched out her hands to hold the wooden frame, and lifted it up hard.

"Princess!" Chen Xiang hurriedly ran up to try to help, fearing that the shelf would fall down and hit her. "Are you going to put the ice down? I'll do it!"

Meng Hui was a little struggling and shouted, "No need! Stand farther away!" The ice cube is always less than one meter high and requires all your strength to lift it up, but even Sun Yian, who is delicate and weak, can still move the ice to the ground.

"If you melt it for a while, it will be easier to move it down. Most of these ice sculptures are chiseled into the shape of a mountain, and when the bottom is melted to the size of a bowl, then grind the top into a pointed cone with a hard object, and then stand on the ground as a murderous weapon."

The Princess Wei smiled sadly, and tears came from her eyes. She finally believed that Sun Yian had used the ice sculptures to create this "murder" case in the secret room.

"Even if the adults from Dali Temple and the Ministry of Justice searched through the entire palace, they would never find a 'murder weapon' that matched the wound. In such a hot day, the ice can quickly turn into water and disappear without leaving any evidence. Only a little."

Princess Xian fell on the chair and said, "Only... blood. When you returned home, you said that Coral overheard two officials saying that the blood found at the scene was thin and very strange."

There were only blood diluted by water on the scene and Sun Yian's body lying in the back of his back, telling people in a vague way what happened on the scene.

But when everyone's attention was turned to the secret room with the door closed, the huge trauma behind the body, and two suspects of extraordinary status, the blood and the way the body fell to the ground seemed very inconspicuous.

Meng Hui walked back to his original position from the ice sculpture, and there was still a coolness in his hand touching the ice shelf. "Since I entered the palace, I have always been strange. How could Ningxi Palace, which has always been lacking in ice, suddenly become extremely stuffy and unable to see a piece of broken ice."

At first, she thought about whether it was because Liang Fei was getting crazy, not knowing the warmth, or the cold air was not conducive to her condition.

But as long as you think about it, you will know that these reasons cannot be maintained. Liang Fei has been controlled by Fangqing. If Fangqing wants to bring someone to the ice basin, Liang Fei has no ability to refuse. Only Liang Fei and Fangqing don’t want to see the ice sculptures will Ningxi Palace be always stuffy.

The reason why they didn't want to see it was because there was a ghost in their hearts, and perhaps there was a trace of guilt towards Sun Yian.

"One night, I always felt that a thought flashed through my mind, but I couldn't hold it, and I couldn't remember it the next day. It was not until the things became clearer and clearer that I pieced together the truth."

On the day of the incident, the eldest prince's concubine went to Changning Palace with great might, told Sun Yian what she must have decided with her relatives, and then left proudly.

Sun Yi was extremely angry and deliberately asked the princess to tell the waiters outside to not come in and serve. In fact, at that time, she had made up her mind to leave this world that she disliked according to the plan of Sun Zhao and Liangfei.

The weather was not hotter last month than now. She could be lifted up by her alone from morning to noon and moved from the shelf to the ground. Then she just needs to wait until the ice melts into the right size and polish it a little.

Meng Hui didn't know what kind of mood Sun Yian was, so he took out the Butterfly Love Flower Chaitung that Sun Zhao had prepared long ago. This object belonged to Yupin, just like the eldest prince's concubine himself, was a tool used by the mother and son to confuse their eyes.

Sun Yian may be calm or confused and painful, but no matter what, she obviously has no hesitation about death.

Living was cruel to her. Instead of suffering from torture and marrying Wulan, it would be better to die cleanly and help her mother and brother with the help of her.

A picture appeared in Meng Hui's mind. Sun Yian, dressed in a gorgeous palace outfit, walked to the door, tied the door bolt with a light hand and feet, turned to the sharp ice cone on the ground, and placed the head of the Butterfly Flower Cloth in the right place.

She turned her back to the ice cone and faced the door. She knew that when it was dinner, she pretended to be a personal maid who came to ask for dinner would first tie the door outside and then shout loudly, so that the "murder" would appear more realistic and mysterious.

Sun Yian had no nostalgia for this palace or even the world. Her mother and brother wanted her to die, and his father wanted to give her as a gift to the barbarians. The world was cold for her, and none of her parents and brothers who were most profit-oriented could bring her warmth.

It's not as good as the underworld, where there may be Song Ming's soul, which is the only light in her life.

She might have closed her eyes, smiled, or opened her eyes, with a expressionless face. She was like a leaf flying down from a tree, with the heavy weight that was about to turn into dust, and fell down towards the sharp ice cone behind...

"There are many people around Pingyang, and they are carefully selected and taught by your aunt. The child has always trusted her mother and never thought about cultivating her own men." The Princess Wei closed her eyes and covered the heavy and sadness in her eyes. "But after all, who would be on guard against her mother?"

People in the palace who were confused by interests may be wary of various feelings, right? For example, Sun Zhao would not really trust anyone.

But because he was too extreme, his successful plan gradually went to failure with Liang Fei's madness and death. It was also possible that the failure had approached him step by step earlier.

The consequences of Sun Yian's absurd suicide were like her innocent love, and the ice floating on the water would soon melt.

"Let's go," Princess Xian suddenly stood up and returned to her usual appearance. "Go and see the third prince who was injured in rescue."

Meng Hui followed the steps of Princess Xian and left the cool inner hall.

As soon as she walked out of the door, waves of heat came to her face, causing her depression to melt away, and her thoughts came back from the tragic case to the task. She thought that if she confirmed that the assassin was Song Ming later, she would have to think of an excuse to get a close object from him.
Chapter completed!