You are asked to marry in place of the tyrant, and you allow the tyrant to send you to marry?

"Oh? Is it really so miraculous? ...Prince Wanyan, is what the Queen said true?"

Zhu Yunhao's curiosity was extremely strong. His eyes quickly fell on the young man in white, his face full of suspicion.

At the same time, everyone's eyes turned to the young man in white, waiting with half belief and half doubt.

The young man in white knew that some things could not be concealed. He took a deep breath and turned back quickly, unable to help but sneer:

"That's sheer nonsense! If Queen Daye insists on keeping this painting for herself, then I will return it to you!"

After saying this with a half-smile on his face, the young man in white hesitated for only three seconds before dropping the painting to the ground as if nothing happened.

Then he walked away angrily.

Upon seeing this, the Loulan envoy and Sun Shangde hurriedly trotted out, feeling very puzzled.

The two really couldn't figure out why the young man in white was so angry. He didn't even bother to say goodbye to Zhu Yunhao and left in a hurry.

"Hey, what's your attitude? If you don't give it to me, you're going to rob me. If you can't rob me, you're going to throw it away?

This painting of mine is very valuable, it must be more than just a simple Loulan..."

After the three Loulan envoys left, Du Qingwan bent down to pick up the painting that had fallen on the ground, muttering softly.

Since the three Loulan envoys have already left, there is no need for her to continue acting and showing affection with Zhu Yunhao.

After quickly putting the painting into her arms, Du Qingwan ignored everyone and turned around to leave the Qiankun Hall.

"Queen, are you returning to the palace now? I just agreed to have dinner with you..."

Zhu Yunhao grabbed Du Qingwan's arm, gave her a wink, and did not forget to stroke the back of her smooth hand twice.

Du Qingwan instantly felt nauseous, goose bumps appeared all over the floor, and she couldn't help but shiver.

"No need! I am tired from the competition just now and I don't plan to have dinner tonight. Your Majesty, please help yourself!"

After rejecting him decisively, without waiting for Zhu Yunhao to react, Du Qingwan quickly lifted up her skirt and ran out of the hall.

When everyone saw this, they instantly understood something and almost burst out laughing.

Due to the emperor's majesty, no one dared to be the leader who would be disemboweled by the emperor.

[Damn you dog emperor, he actually wanted to pick up a girl like me, he must think his life is too long!]

[When I win the fight tomorrow, I will ask Queen Mother Qiao, that old witch, for a few privileges so that I can leave the palace early!]

As soon as she returned to Renshou Palace, without even having time to catch her breath, Du Qingwan began to think about asking for credit from Empress Dowager Qiao.

Leaving the palace and regaining freedom is what Du Qingwan wants to do most at the moment.

She counted the days on her fingers every day, always feeling that being a queen was too cowardly and not as free as a maid.

She doesn't want to be the queen who suffers humiliation all day long!

"Your Majesty, you run so fast that I can hardly catch up with you. I am so tired!"

Du Qingwan had just filled herself a cup of tea when Zhao'er suddenly pushed the door open and ran in, out of breath.

Just now, Zhao'er saw Du Qingwan running out of the Qiankun Palace. Before he could react to what was going on, he quickly chased after her.

Look, as soon as she stepped into Renshou Palace, Du Qingwan even started drinking tea.

"Your short legs naturally can't outrun me! Back then, I was the 800-meter long-distance running champion of our school.

You don’t know, I was way ahead of the girls in my class at that time, they all respected me as the “God of Running”! ”

As Du Qingwan spoke, she poured a cup of tea for Zhao'er and handed it to her with a proud look on her face.

Zhao'er was so thirsty that he took the tea and drank it up like drinking cow water.

"Drink slowly, don't choke! Hey, Zhao'er, you don't know how impressive I was in the hall just now!"

Thinking of how she had surpassed everyone else in the Qiankun Hall and stole the show, Du Qingwan couldn't help but show off, her face full of pride and satisfaction.

Although Zhao'er could not enter the palace, he learned from some eunuchs that Du Qingwan defeated the Loulan envoys on behalf of all civil and military officials.

Seeing Du Qingwan looking unsatisfied, Zhao'er immediately became interested and asked:

"Really? Then, Queen, please tell me how you defeated the Prince of Loulan?"

"Sit down and I'll tell you slowly..."

Du Qingwan pushed Zhao'er onto the chair and began to repeat her "great achievements" with great excitement.

The more Zhaoer listened, the more excited he became, and he laughed so hard that his stomach hurt.

In just a moment, the room was filled with maids and eunuchs who had come to listen to the story, and bursts of laughter were heard one after another.

Anyuan Palace

"Master, I have found out everything. It was indeed Du Qingwan who won the three Loulan envoys over in the hall today.

The emperor even changed his attitude and agreed to have dinner with her!"

Prince Anyuan Zhu Yajie was hugging his two concubines when his personal bodyguard He Kun hurried in and reported hurriedly.

Upon hearing this, Zhu Yajie instantly lost interest and quickly dismissed the two concubines.

"Are you sure you heard it right? Du Qingwan, a deposed queen, is actually capable of such a thing?"

Zhu Yajie naturally didn't believe it. His eyes widened and a hint of suspicion immediately appeared on his face.

"Yes, sir. It's true."

He Kun didn't dare to hide it and nodded and told the truth.

Seeing this, Zhu Yajie said nothing and silently poured a glass of wine.

He picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and began to fall into deep thought.

"Didn't I ask you to talk to Zhong Shanzhu and make sure he loses the literary duel? What's wrong with him?"

After a short silence and the wine had worn off, Zhu Yajie finally remembered this.

Long before the three Loulan envoys entered the palace, Zhu Yajie had already reached an agreement with them in private.

As long as he helped the three Loulan envoys win the literary and martial arts competitions, Loulan would help him sit on the throne.

Now, Cheng Yaojin suddenly appears and all the credit is snatched away by Du Qingwan.

Zhu Yajie was naturally very unwilling.

"Master, I just asked that old fox Zhong Shanzhu.

Zhong Shanzhu said that he had no other options. The man sent by the Loulan people was Sun Shangde, the most powerful man in Loulan. The questions he asked were very tricky. No one in the court dared to accept the challenge..."

As He Kun spoke, his voice gradually became weaker and deeper.

He subconsciously stepped aside, his head lowered.

Based on his understanding of Zhu Yajie, Zhu Yajie would often hit him with a cup at this time.

"boom---"

Sure enough, Zhu Yajie still couldn't change this bad habit and liked to smash wine glasses and tea cups whenever he disagreed with something.

In the past, He Kun was more honest and did not dare to dodge on his own, and he had suffered many injuries.

Now he is more flexible and can always foresee the consequences in advance.

"A bunch of trash! What's the point of keeping you?"

The wine glass didn't hit He Kun, and Zhu Yajie was a little angry and couldn't help but scold him harshly.

Then, he directly put the spout of the wine jug to his own mouth and started drinking.

It's as if drinking alone can relieve anger and resentment.

"Master, calm down first, and we will discuss this matter later.

Tomorrow is the day of the fight, we still have a chance. Don’t you think so? ”

He Kun didn't want to suffer humiliation in vain. After all, it was the inaction of Zhong Shanzhu and other court officials that allowed Du Qingwan to win the competition unexpectedly.

What does this have to do with him?

He doesn't want to be the scapegoat!

"Tomorrow's fight, you're like this..."

After drinking a pot of good wine, Zhu Yajie not only did not get drunk, but his mind became clearer.

He waved to He Kun and gave him a brief explanation.

"Remember, you must not fail again this time! Otherwise, my throne will belong to someone else forever!"

After Zhu Yajie explained the plan, he did not forget to remind He Kun a few words at the end, which made him feel more at ease.

Having already lost the literary duel, He Kun was not at all careless this time and his nerves were on edge.

"Yes, Your Majesty! I will go meet with the Minister of Industry right away and guarantee that Loulan will win tomorrow's fight!"

After clasping his fists and making a promise, He Kun turned around and walked out of the palace, hurriedly heading towards the Ministry of Works.