“Where did it come from?”
Gu Yunqing asked curiously.
“Well, I’ll pick it outside the city.” Han Yuan smiled and handed the plum blossoms in his hand to Gu Yunqing.
“Give it to you.”
“It’s really good.” Gu Yunqing took it with a smile.
Han Yuan smiled and leaned over to Gu Yunqing, and whispered, “Is it good-looking? This was picked from where Yuan Qingyu died.”
Gu Yunqing exclaimed in surprise, and the plum blossom that he had just gotten in his hand almost fell to the ground.
“You…you.” Gu Yunqing looked at Han Yuan in front of him in surprise.
“Not right? Too. Didn’t the emperor say that he would keep Yuan Qingyu’s life and imprison him? How could he die?” Gu Yunqing looked at Han Yuan in front of him with a pale face and asked.
Han Yuan took the plum blossom from Gu Yunqing and thought for a while and said softly, “The emperor is just saying it. Why are you still taking it seriously? Tell you, Yuan Qingyu was found hanging in the imprisoned yard this morning.”
“What?”
Gu Yunqing frowned and looked at Han Yuan.
Han Yuan walked to the corner of the wall without caring and put the plum blossoms in the bottle.
“How did you know?”
“Shopkeeper Zhong told me.” Han Yuan looked at the plum blossoms he was fiddling with satisfaction, and thought for a while and continued, “When he reported, he said that he couldn’t think of it and hanged it, but no one could tell what was going on.”
“Then, then
The emperor made this matter public?”