"Emperor, I did not kill Su Yurou. If Your Highness doubts it, I can prove it to Your Highness!"
Su Yingxue bowed.
Chu Mingyuan's face turned iron gray. Recalling his conversation with Wu Dao, he spoke coldly, "I will see how you prove it."
In front of everyone, Su Yingxue pulled back the sleeves and collar of Su Yurou. "Emperor, the wounds on her skin are visible, it was caused by excessive blood loss. However, I did not drain all the blood from her body. At that time, she collided with me and hit the wall, resulting in the head injury."
"She was covered in blood. Look at the bloodstains on Miss Su's clothes. Isn't it enough evidence of someone dying from blood loss?" An old, raspy voice echoed, and Su Yingxue looked up to see Wu Dao emerging from the side hall.
She raised her lips slightly. "The sir is correct. There is indeed a lot of blood on her, and it hasn't dried yet."
