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At this moment, Noble Consort Rong hurriedly defended her son, saying, "Your Majesty, Yonghe is right. He shares a deep bond with the Third Prince and often exchanges tokens with him. This badge must have been manipulated by someone with ill intentions."
The Emperor fell silent for a moment, a flicker of doubt crossing his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by determination. "Even so, why would the Third Prince's badge appear on your arrow? Is that also a coincidence?"
Yonghe opened his mouth but found himself unable to explain this point of doubt. He felt an unprecedented sense of despair, as if he had fallen into an inescapable trap.
At that moment, Jian Ming stepped forward. His voice was calm and powerful. "Your Majesty, I have a question. If the Seventh Prince truly harbored malicious intent, why would he leave such obvious evidence at the scene of the assassination?"
The Emperor glanced at Jian Ming, signaling him to continue. Jian Ming analyzed further, "The badge may have been deliberately placed there, and the bloodstains on the arrow could have been applied afterward. To uncover the truth, we must interrogate all the guards and servants present at the time to ascertain their whereabouts and motives."
The Emperor pondered for a while before slowly nodding. "What Jian Ming says makes sense. This matter requires further investigation."
A glimmer of hope flashed in the eyes of Noble Consort Rong and Yonghe. However, the Emperor's next words plunged their spirits into despair once more. "But," the Emperor's voice rang out again, "until the truth is revealed, in order to stabilize the court, the Seventh Prince Yonghe must temporarily relinquish all power and reflect in isolation."
Noble Consort Rong wanted to say something more but was stopped by the Emperor's wave of his hand. "I have made my decision; you may leave."
With the Emperor injured, the autumn hunt was cut short. Noble Consort Rong knelt before the Emperor's sickbed, her eyes filled with determination and despair. "Your Majesty, Yonghe is your own flesh and blood; he would never commit such an unthinkable act."
"Please, reconsider this case and restore his innocence."
The Emperor's expression was grave, and there was a hint of fatigue in his voice.
"Noble Consort Rong, how I wish I could believe him, but the evidence is conclusive, and I cannot turn a blind eye."
Noble Consort Rong clutched the Emperor's sleeve tightly, tears streaming down her face.
"Your Majesty, if there is indeed evidence, it must have been fabricated by someone with malicious intent to frame Yonghe. I implore you, give Yonghe a chance to prove his innocence."
The Emperor closed his eyes, clearing his mind. When he opened them again, there was no trace of hesitation left in his gaze.
"Noble Consort Rong, my decision is made. I cannot waver in the face of your words alone; the Seventh Prince's actions have already angered the heavens. I must impose the appropriate punishment."
Noble Consort Rong's body trembled, her voice quivering slightly.
"Your Majesty, are you condemning Yonghe? Will you not spare me as well?"
The Emperor remained silent for a moment before speaking slowly.
"Noble Consort Rong, do you not know that your family is also implicated? I did not wish to involve the innocent, but to uphold the dignity and laws of the royal family, I must make this decision."
Noble Consort Rong's face turned pale in an instant as she looked at the Emperor in disbelief. "Your Majesty, what do you mean?"
The Emperor's voice was devoid of emotion.
"The the Rong Family is suspected of treason and will be executed en masse. You, Noble Consort Rong, are hereby stripped of your title and demoted to a mere consort."
Noble Consort Rong felt as if she had been struck by a heavy blow; her body collapsed weakly to the ground, tears blurring her vision. "Your Majesty, how can you be so heartless?
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