"For Ye Shixian?"
Princess Qingyang cut him off. Her chest felt tight, a dull ache spreading within her.
She let out a laugh that was more anger than amusement.
"Murong Ye, have you lost your mind? Everyone knows what crime Ye Heng committed. If Su Wei didn't have solid evidence, would he have just arrested the man? And now you're coming to me for help? You must be insane!"
Murong Ye had never been cursed at like this before, especially not by Princess Qingyang, who had been devoted to him for years.
But the image of Ye Shixian's tear-filled, worried eyes came to mind, and he took a deep breath, suppressing his emotions.
"Qingyang, there must be something wrong with this case! Just think about it, why would he poison Han Yao at that specific time? It's like he was afraid people *wouldn't* suspect him!"
Princess Qingyang sneered. "Who knows? Maybe he's just as stupid as a pig."
A vein throbbed in Murong Ye's temple.
