The most romantic little emperor

Those unknown secrets, those handles that are enough to ruin his reputation, are like the sword of Damocles hanging over his head, ready to fall at any time.

He couldn't imagine that if he dared to go against Su Zhengfang's wishes, the father and son of the Su family would definitely kill him and his family members.

Thinking of this, Wen Qingfeng couldn't help but shudder. He knew that he had to make a choice at this moment. No matter how reluctant he was, he had to stand up and work for Su Zhengfang.

So, he took a deep breath, tried to calm his inner panic, slowly walked out of the crowd, and kowtowed respectfully, saying: "Your Majesty, as the Minister of Rites, this matter concerns etiquette and law, and it is difficult for me to remain silent. Please allow me to say a few words."

Qin Hao glanced at Wen Qingfeng with a sharp gaze, and a sly smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He said lightly, jokingly: "I agree. Minister Wen, if you have any good ideas, please tell me."

Wen Qingfeng nodded slightly to show his gratitude. He sorted out his thoughts, and his voice revealed a solemn and serious tone: "Your Majesty, I am deeply terrified. The death of the previous emperor has caused the whole country to mourn, and this is the sorrow of the empire. However, 'there are ancient rituals of sacrificing people for their ancestors, how can this be violated'? This thousand-year-old custom must be respected, how can it be abolished just like that? I dare to make this suggestion, and I hope Your Majesty will think twice before acting."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was shocked and a huge uproar immediately broke out.

Especially those concubines who had lived in the palace for many years and were used to a life of luxury and pampering, were shocked when they heard this.

Which one of them is not a daughter of a wealthy family and has a noble status? Who would be willing to give up their good life and embark on the road of no return and be buried alive?

The concubines saw that Wen Qingfeng, a hypocrite who usually appeared to be righteous, had stood up to oppose Qin Hao's proposal to abolish the system of burying people alive with the dead. Every word he said was like a sharp sword, pointing directly at the hearts of the concubines, making them feel unprecedented fear and anger.

They all glared at him, their eyes flashing with murderous light. At this moment, their eyes seemed to have turned into sharp swords, stabbing at Wen Qingfeng fiercely. If eyes could really kill, then Wen Qingfeng would have died countless times by now.

In their hearts, Wen Qingfeng is simply an unforgivable sinner. Not only does he not care about these weak women, but he also wants to push them into the abyss. Such a hypocrite simply does not deserve to live in the world.

The atmosphere in the palace suddenly became tense, and a silent contest quietly unfolded between the concubines and Wen Qingfeng.

Qin Hao sat quietly on the dragon throne, watching everything with deep eyes, as if waiting for something. He couldn't help but look at Dong Sisi.

Dong Sisi caught a glimpse of Qin Hao's gaze falling on her, and her cheeks instantly flushed. She already understood the emperor's intention.

She walked gracefully to Wen Qingfeng and asked softly, "Minister Wen, I am a little confused by your words. Do you want us concubines to follow the late emperor?"

Just one question made Wen Qingfeng break out in a cold sweat, as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over his head, soaking him from head to toe.

The woman standing in front of her, Dong Sisi, was of such noble status and prominent position that he could not afford to offend her.

She is not only the biological sister of the current Taifu Dong Sicheng and the Imperial Noble Consort in the palace, but also the biological mother of two extremely powerful princes, the Second Prince Qin Feng and the Eighth Prince Qin Yun.

At this time, Master Dong and the two princes were standing aside, watching all this quietly.

Wen Qingfeng knew clearly that his every word and action was under the eyes of these three important figures, and any carelessness could bring about fatal disaster.

He secretly groaned in his heart, fearing that if he gave the slightest mistake in his answer, Master Dong and the two princes would immediately attack him. By then, the life or death of a small civil servant like him would not be in his own hands.

Thinking of this, a layer of fine beads of sweat broke out on his forehead, and he felt even more uneasy, not knowing what to do.

Wen Qingfeng forced himself to force an awkward smile, his mind racing as he thought about how to answer Concubine Dong's questions so as not to offend anyone.

However, the Eighth Prince Qin Yun did not give him much time to think. He glanced at Wen Qingfeng coldly, with a threatening and unquestionable majesty in his tone: "Minister Wen, my mother is asking you a question, are you deaf? Answer quickly, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude."

Wen Qingfeng's heart trembled. He keenly caught the threat in Qin Yun's words, which made his already flustered mood even more turbulent.

He swallowed his saliva, and spoke carefully with a trembling and hesitant voice: "My Lady Concubine, Eighth Prince, please calm down. I have no other intentions, but I am worried that I have offended the rules of our ancestors. Moreover, my Lady Concubine is of noble status, and you have given birth to two princes for the late emperor. It is not your turn to bear the responsibility for such a thing. Please forgive my words."

"Oh? From what you said, I should be grateful for your kindness? Or should I not speak up for my sisters?"

Dong Sisi's lips curled up with a hint of coldness, and she said coldly: "Besides, how can you know the late emperor's mind? It is a crime of disrespect to presume on the emperor's will, and you will lose your head!"

Her voice revealed a strong sense of majesty and disdain, which made Wen Qingfeng dare not challenge her authority easily.

Wen Qingfeng became even more frightened and uneasy after hearing her words, as if he was in a cold abyss and couldn't extricate himself.

He regretted getting involved in this complicated dispute. He wondered in his heart, how did he offend such a powerful person? Is there any hidden reason? It must be, otherwise Concubine Dong would not have taken the initiative to stand up and accuse him.

The more Wen Qingfeng thought about it, the more frightened he became. He immediately knelt in front of Dong Sisi, kowtowed repeatedly, and pleaded in a trembling voice: "Your Highness, please spare my life. I just made a slip of the tongue and deserve death. Please be magnanimous and forgive my ignorant offense."

Dong Sisi showed him no mercy and said coldly, "Minister Wen, you knelt to the wrong person. You should ask for forgiveness from the sisters you hurt. As long as they can forgive you, I will not pursue it any further."

After saying that, she turned around, as if even looking at Wen Qingfeng one more time was unnecessary.

Wen Qingfeng had a bitter look on his face, and he was secretly hoping that Su Zhengfang could come to his aid and rescue him from the predicament.

However, this old fox narrowed his eyes slightly, looking as if it had nothing to do with him, as if this matter had nothing to do with him at all.

This made him feel even more desperate, and he finally realized that he had become a discarded pawn of the Su family.