Chapter 599

Cheng Wang is very unhappy in his heart. In his opinion, the throne should have been his. Now that he comes back, Jiang Shi should make way for him.

Instead of letting him do this and that in the style of the emperor.

"My son, don't worry. Your uncle will find a way." The Empress Dowager admonished patiently.

Her heart is not worried, but this matter in worry also can't be fooled, otherwise her son bear the curse, ascend the throne, this will be the stain of Cheng Wang's life.

"Yes, I know." Cheng Wang said to the Empress Dowager in a low voice. After thinking about it, he decided to go to Lenggong to have a look.

After all, the cold palace is the source of this matter, and there is still his fiancee's concubine in the cold palace.

When he came to the cold palace, looking at the depressed scenery around him, he could not help frowning, and a beautiful face appeared in his heart.

After a few steps inside, he frowned, and a bad smell lingered on the tip of his nose.

He reached out and pushed the wooden door in front of him with a creak.

The people inside seemed to be stunned and let out a scream, "who are you?"

"Don't be rude!" A cold female voice rings out, Yang ranxin tidies up and comes out quickly.

When she saw that it was Cheng Wang, her eyes flashed a touch of joy, but she quickly lowered her head, stepped back two steps, and opened some distance.

Do not know why, Cheng Wang frowned, "you have been living in the cold palace?"

"Yes." Yang ranxin answers all questions.

"How much do you know about ghosts?" Cheng Wang is a little impatient in his heart. This matter is nothing. How can he check it?

His eyes suddenly fell in front of this man. Is it difficult for this woman to answer the blame?

Suddenly he saw the woman's hand tip red and swollen, "what's wrong with your hand?"

Yang ranxin seemed to be frightened. She quickly put her hand behind her, "no..."

If it wasn't for the sharp ears of Cheng Wang, I'm afraid I couldn't hear it at all.

The servant girl behind is an acute son, "beg the Lord to make a decision!"

"You get up and talk." Cheng Wang looked at the servant girl kneeling on the ground and frowned.

"Ghosts appear in the cold palace these days, and everyone can't avoid it. We've been hungry for three days..." the poor servant girl couldn't help crying. "My master had to knock on the door and wanted some food."

"But they were forced to wash clothes for a whole day by that group of people, in exchange for a cold and hard cake."

Before entering the palace, Yang ranxin was also regarded as an official lady. Where did she do such a thing?

But a few times down, her hand has been red, swollen and ulcerated.

Cheng Wang listen, in the heart is not taste. He felt it in his arms, took out a bottle of golden sore medicine and handed it to her, "take this first."

Yang ranxin raised her head. Her eyes were already slightly red, but her face was full of tenacity and a smile of gratitude.

"Thank you, Lord."

Cold fingertips touch Cheng Wang's rough hands, but suddenly let him feel strange.

Yang ran Xin seems to be surprised, like lightning back his hand, but did not grasp the bottle of acne medicine.

With a bang, the bottle smashed and precious medicine scattered all over the floor.

The servant girl behind him let out a scream, "ah, the medicine is all scattered!"

Yang ranxin frowned and took out a brocade handkerchief from her arms. She carefully brushed the medicine on the ground.