Chapter 9 Do you like this palace?

The Han family was overshadowed by the Han Yujin incident, and people were on tenterhooks for half a month.

The courtiers also have different thoughts because of the assassination of the Princess of Protection, the front court and the harem are discussing the matter.

However, the emperor did not issue a decree to ask for the punishment of Han Yujin, nor did he order an interrogation, from that day to protect the princess back after the matter was not mentioned again, as if everything had never happened.

The night red aya is not asking world affairs, concentrating on recuperating in the House.

Another half a month has passed.

There are a variety of good medicine in the Taiyuan Hospital, the injury is not slow to improve, plus the night red aya and is a martial artist, strong body, half a month later will be able to get out of bed and walk around.

The first thing to do after getting out of bed is to go to the heavenly prison.

Emperor Jing knew after not saying anything, thinking of the red aya that day of gloom, heart knows she probably have something to ask Han Yujin -

The more you look at it, the more it seems to solidify the fact that Han Yujin assassinated her.

Walking down the long, narrow, dark passage, the jailer led the way through four stone doors in a row before reaching the cell where Han Yujin was being held.

The jailer turned around and bowed, "Your Highness, this is the place."

Night Hongya's tone was cold: "You go out first."

"Yes."

The lamp hanging on the high stone wall emitted a weak light, and the heavenly prison was filled with a dark and cold, damp atmosphere that made people feel uncomfortable.

Through an iron door, night red aya cold eyes looking at wearing prison clothes sitting in the corner of the cold Yu Jin, long heard the sound and raised his head cold Yu Jin is also looking at her.

The two stared at each other as if they had been separated by the distance of the sky, the surrounding area seemed extraordinarily silent.

One month ago, the two were the most compatible pair in the eyes of everyone in the capital.

Now they are looking at each other through an iron gate, one is still the high princess and the other is a prisoner.

"Han Yujin." Night Red Aya spoke first, her tone gloomy and cold, "This palace is here today to ask you two questions and then tell you two things."

Nearly a month of imprisonment has made Han Yujin a lot more wretched, no longer the former subdued and noble: "Does Your Highness want to ask why I assassinated you?"

This sentence, with a faint mockery.

Night red aya clear eyebrows seem to be shrouded in a layer of cold frost, but slowly shook his head: "You like this palace?"

Han Yujin was stunned, and then said lightly: "Yes."

Night red aya does not seem to be surprised to hear such an answer so far, indifferently asked: "How much do you like?"

Han Yujin was silent for a moment: "What does Your Highness think?"

"Does it like it enough to be willing to serve this palace for the rest of your life - even, in the capacity of an inner servant?"

What?

Han Yujin stiffened and looked at her dumbly, thinking she had heard wrong.

"Han Yujin, the person you like is not this palace, you have only been using this palace since the beginning, right?" Night red aya eyebrows lonely cold, voice seems to roll through a circle in the ice and snow, "the person you like is the night Ziling, my palace's eighth imperial sister."

Han Yujin shuddered, a shocked look surfaced under her eyes.

"Strange how this palace would know?" The corner of Night Red Aya's mouth raised a cold arc, "This is what this palace is going to tell you - you like Ye Ziling, this palace will soon have her come over to keep you company."

Han Yujin's face changed dramatically.

The air seemed to freeze into ice in an instant, and the dim light reflected the stunning face of Night Red Aya, showing a few demonic and treacherous for no reason.

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