The crabapple tree is fragrant in the tent, and the bright moon is in my arms

She is just His Majesty's concubine, but the fact that they forced the emperor to abdicate today was done in secret, which shows that they are not so cruel as to destroy the entire palace.

Then why drag her into this?

No matter how stupid Zhao Yue was, his heart felt like it was sinking into an ice cellar at this moment.

Since she is not the mastermind, then it can only be...

piece.

The remaining people disappeared like mist, and Chuntang Palace was so quiet that only her panicked breathing could be heard. The sound of rain was once again isolated outside the palace gate.

She felt even colder.

Before leaving, Prince Duan Ze threw the body of His Majesty over, picked up the quilt and covered him with it, ignored Zhao Yue's pleading look, just glanced at He Quan, and slipped away.

Zhao Yue huddled on the edge of the bed, biting her lips and trembling.

She didn't dare to leave the bed, nor did she dare to escape. She could only wear a thin coat, with the dead Zhu Dingyuan lying beside her.

Now, there are only her and He Quan left in the entire hall.

The beauty of an hour ago had long since vanished, the passionate joy and incense had burned out, and a wisp of white mist was rising from the golden incense burner.

No one spoke.

Zhaoyue could feel his gaze, as sinister and cold as his person, crawling along her back.

Finally, He Quan chuckled: "Your Majesty, you were so gentle under His Majesty just now, but now you can't say a word."

Zhao Yue looked at him, but found that he was indeed tall. She had to raise her head slightly to see his overly handsome face.

"You, you...you bold slave..."

"My servant is outspoken, please forgive me, Your Majesty."

He continued her words, his voice becoming even hoarseer.

Zhao Yue managed to regain some clues: "You forced the emperor to abdicate today, and the Queen Mother will definitely not let you go."

He Quan looked down at her, his lighter eyes glaring at her: "Oh, really?"

He moved forward, and Zhaoyue subconsciously moved backward, but her palm touched Zhu Dingyuan's cold leg. She hurried forward again and was forced to look his lowered face in the eye.

There was disdain in his eyes.

"Forget it. After today, Your Majesty will not be able to see what the omen from the sky is. I am kind enough to tell you."

He Quan's face was extremely sharp in front of her eyes. She saw the black powder under his eyes and thought foolishly that if he washed it off, he would lose some of his feminine look.

Seeing that she was still in a daze, He Quan frowned and reached out to pinch her cheeks: "The Queen Mother has been sent out of the palace a long time ago. I have found a good reason for her to pray for the young new emperor. She will fast and worship Buddha for the rest of her life and rest in peace in Shangqing Temple."

Zhao Yue was pinched so hard by his force that it hurt, and despair flashed in her eyes.

The Queen Mother left the palace, Zhu, Ding and Yuan had few children, all of whom were young and mediocre. The eunuch admiral was in power, supported by Prince Duan Ze, and the imperial city.

He is the only one who has the final say!

Zhao Yue gritted her teeth and said, "If the new emperor knows that the person who assisted him is the enemy who killed his father, he will definitely cut you into pieces!"

He Quan shook his hand away.

Zhao Yue fell on the couch, with obvious fingertip marks on her cheek, but she didn't care about the pain: "You told me this, you didn't even want me to live."

"Your Majesty will be much smarter than when I first entered the Hall of Supreme Harmony."

He Quan stood up and said, "Your Majesty has been weak for a long time. You are just a concubine who is condemned by everyone. You made love with him in bed and caused his Majesty to die."

"As for you, you will die with His Highness in Chuntang Palace. A big fire will also satisfy Her Majesty's love for His Highness. We will live and die together, how about that?"

Every word he spoke was like a sharp sword piercing Zhaoyue's heart.

She was placed in a very clear position, without getting any benefit at all, and she was still confirmed to be known as a witch.

She didn't understand, and the voice squeezed out from her throat: "Why are you only targeting me?"

Your Majesty has countless concubines and beauties. Even if she is the most seductive and absurd, she is still a living being. Is it really just bad luck?

Or maybe this eunuch is simply cold-hearted and doesn't care about other people's lives at all.

She was just a gift from the Minister of Rites to His Majesty. There were many daughters of noble families in the harem that he could use. Did he choose her because she came from an unremarkable family and was easy to control?

Zhao Yue looked at him, his cold eyes facing her without any emotion, as if he was looking at an object.

The only thing she is worth is this body.

But eunuchs are not men.

Zhaoyue untied the thin veil on her body, suppressed the fear in her heart, and stood up in front of him. Under the candlelight, her body was as white as mutton-fat jade, plump and graceful.

She knelt down softly, revealing a shy and willing expression: "Admiral, please spare my life. I can do whatever you want."

She was betting that this eunuch still had some despicable thoughts as a man.

But when Zhao Yue looked at him, she could only see his still calm eyes. Finally, his lips curled up slightly, revealing a smile of disgust, and then her neck was strangled fiercely.

“I never thought that the queen who only had eyes for His Majesty would kneel before a servant one day.”

Tears rolled down Zhao Yue's eyes. She was ashamed and angry: "Why are you doing this to me?"

"You are Concubine Ning's man, right?"

In this harem, the only person who can rival her in appearance and covets the position of queen is Ning Ruxin!

My throat and neck hurt so much, it feels like they're going to break.

The scene before Zhaoyue's eyes gradually became illusory, and her body became lighter and lighter. Her life was truly filled with misfortunes.

God, never favored her.

He Quan suddenly loosened his hand, and the air rushed into her lungs.

"Uh, cough, cough, cough..." Zhao Yue coughed violently.

Her eyes were tinged with fatigue, and she laughed at herself: "How should I deal with your majesty's concubines?"

He Quan: "Those who have no offspring shall be buried alive with him."

Really ruthless.

Zhao Yue laughed softly: "Then Concubine Ning will die too, right?"

She didn't need an answer, so she asked again, "Why do you do this to me?"

She couldn't figure it out.

However, this time He Quan answered her.

"Your Highness only has His Majesty in her eyes and in her heart. You have been working hard to climb up the ladder. You have stepped on the corpses of so many people and shed the blood of so many servants to climb to this position."

Zhao Yue's pupils shrank slightly: "Ridiculous! I have never killed anyone!"

He Quan half squatted down and said, "You are so noble, of course you won't let your hands be stained with blood."

Zhaoyue was trembling all over, her mind was in a mess, although she had used some tricks to win favor.

The man's voice was hoarse, and it scratched her eardrums and struck her heart: "I still remember that you once said that eunuchs are all dirty things, and asked me to get out of here..."

Did she say that? It seemed like she did.

Zhao Yue was speechless and stopped talking. She trembled and closed her eyes. So, she had nothing more to say.

She is just unwilling to accept it, but she is just tying herself up in knots, who can she blame?

Quan He stood up, brushed off the unnecessary dust, and looked at the bed: "Then, please rest, Your Majesty and Your Majesty."

He picked up a candle beside him and lit it towards the long curtain decorated with tassels and the girl's sweet dreams.

Zhaoyue lay on the bed and closed her eyes.

A tear rolled down from the corner of her eye.

She was like a trapped beast in a swamp. She didn't want to die, but had to die. She really wasn't willing to do that.

As the fire rose, she heard He Quan's last words: "Concubine Ning is pregnant with the dragon seed. She will become the most noble woman in Tianzhao."

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"My dear, what's wrong with you, my dear?" I heard a concerned voice calling out to my ears.

Zhaoyue surfaced like a drowning person, opened his eyes and began to cough violently, with the smell of burning fire still lingering at the tip of his nose.

"Are you okay?" asked the maid Taoxi.

Zhao Yue suddenly stretched out his hand, put it on his neck, and met her eyes: "Tao, Taoxi?"