Yang Guogong's words were like thunder, shocking everyone present with a look of horror on their faces.

Not to mention other people, even Dongfang Lian and Dongfang Tuo looked at Longxue in shock.

Dongfang Lian knew that she was definitely not the murderer, because she was clearly with him last night. However, if the person who killed Yang Zhan was the woman who killed Qiqi Hamu, then the woman in purple... wasn't Longxue at all?

?

It was difficult for him to accept this terrible speculation. The woman who had always been brilliant and dazzling around him was actually fake and had taken credit.

Cold sweat broke out on Dongfang Lian's forehead, and he couldn't help but clenched his hands into fists, feeling frightened and angry.

What frightens him even more is that if it is revealed that Longxue pretended to be a woman in purple and took all the credit.

That was the crime of deceiving the emperor. Long Yan would be furious and would never forgive her.

And I will definitely be implicated.

"Longxue, you killed Yang Zhan? Why did you kill him?" Dongfang Tuo looked at the pale Longxue in disbelief, and couldn't figure out why she would do such a thing.

"No, I didn't kill him." All the calm expression on Longxue's face disappeared, leaving only paleness and panic.

She never imagined that it would be such a coincidence that the woman in purple would come to the capital to kill Yang Zhan, and all the blame would fall on herself.

But she didn't even have an excuse to refute, because she couldn't deny it, otherwise she would be exposed as a fake.

What to do, what to do.

If she admits it, she is guilty of murder. Yang Zhan is the beloved son of Duke Yang and the queen's nephew. They will never let her go. Today is the ceremony for her to be crowned a princess, and she will lose the noble status of princess that she dreams of.

But if she doesn't admit it, her identity will be exposed, and she will be guilty of deceiving the emperor. Her fame will turn into infamy for eternity. She will be spurned by everyone, everyone will look down upon her, and even the emperor will kill her for this shame.

Longxue was almost going crazy with anxiety. Today was obviously her most glorious day, but she was reduced to such a humiliating situation.

How could this happen? Who is it? Who is framing her.

"Hmph, I'm about to die, and I still want to quibble. If you didn't kill my son, it proves that you are not a Qiqihamu person at all." Yang Guogong sneered.

Lunxue swayed, her breathing became rapid, and she couldn't answer anything.

Ji Hua looked at Longxue's desperate expression and felt happy. This is called self-inflicted suffering.

When this woman took credit for her work, she only cared about excitement and vanity. She never thought that the credit that would make her famous would also make her a total failure. What a stupid woman.

The idea of ​​killing Yang Zhan by himself was to kill two birds with one stone.

Let Longxue, a bitch and a mute, take coptis and bear the crime of murder, and let Dongfang Lian fully understand the true face of her impersonation.

The emperor frowned: "Luxue, how do you explain?"

"Your Majesty, I..." Longxue's feet went weak, and she couldn't care less about her elegance, and she knelt on the ground tremblingly.

Her heart was so cold that no matter what she chose, she would die. At such a critical moment, she couldn't think of any way to do it.

Seeing that the situation had taken a turn for the worse, Dongfang Lian stepped forward with a cold expression on his face: "Yang Zhan was indeed killed by Longxue."
Chapter completed!