In the sixth year of Yuanzhen's reign, Queen Zhang died. Everyone in the palace said that he died of illness.
Only the prince Song Qingyu didn't believe it.
The day before his death, his mother-in-law was still teaching him how to make tea. Those hands that hold pens and needles all year round are so steady that not even a drop of water is spilled. A dying person would not have hands like that.
A year and a half later, he and the young eunuch Wen Jiuqing beside him sneaked into the imperial mausoleum and opened the coffin to conduct an autopsy.
The Zhang family's secret method kept the body from rotting, and also preserved the traces that should have been erased by time - the poison marks were included, the medicine and stones soaked into the internal organs, and no trace could be seen from the skin and flesh. If it is not cut open, it will always be just "died of illness".
The evidence is as solid as a mountain, and the real murderer is hiding behind the law. Song Qingyu knelt in front of Song Hui, waiting for justice.
Song Hui only replied to him: "My ancestor has passed away, there is no need to pursue it any further."
At that moment, Song Qingyu suddenly remembered something - the night his mother-in-law died, he knelt outside the dormitory all night. The palace door is always closed. He thought it was because his father was grieving excessively and didn't want to see anyone.
But he later learned that Song Hui was not the only one in the palace that night.
Some truths are colder than poison. And he, the prince, was just a chess piece that was laid out from the beginning to the end, carrying an empty shell, waiting to be taken away one day.
Six years after Yuanzhen, Song Qingyu understood:
He needs power.
Real rights.
The power is not in the dragon chair, but in the hands holding knives under the dragon chair. The first thing to do when holding a sword is to replace the chess pieces with the chess player.
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Intention: Every gain must come with a loss, and the gains and losses are not offset by the gains.
