The female master reported to the palace master, the master is favored by the road

At this moment, after hearing what his master said, Ming Si lost control of his expression for a moment, exerted force with his hands, and pressed Wang Le to the ground.

Wang Le fell to the ground and screamed. Thinking of what Rong Zian said, he felt that he had a chance to survive.

Thinking of this, Wang Le stopped screaming, put on a smile he thought was flattering, and reached out to grab the hem of Zi'an's cloud-patterned robe.

Just as the dirty hand was about to touch the white robe.

Swah——

A silver light flashed, and a soft sword was placed across Wang Le's arm.

"If you don't want to break your hand, stop."

Ming Si’s cold voice was even colder than the soft sword in his arm.

Wang Le's face turned pale, and he trembled as he said, "Yes, the untouchable knows his fault, and the untouchable dares not do it again."

Ming Si retracted his sword and stood beside Zi'an.

Wang Le swallowed his saliva, put his head on the ground, hid the resentment in his eyes, and said in a humble tone: "Replying to the Queen, in the previous life, you..., the immortal cultivators rose up, and the four countries were in chaos. After a period of bloody rain and wind, I don't know what happened, the immortal cultivators stopped starting wars and signed a treaty with the royal family. At this time, Xilei Kingdom unified the four countries, and each place returned to the path it should take. As for Dongyun Kingdom, before the chaos, after the Lord Si left Nanling, he disappeared without a trace just like the Lord Si."

The conversation stopped for a moment, and the only sound in the cell was the crackling of the burning candle.

Zi'an lowered his eyes and continued to play with his fingertips.

What Wang Le described was something that ordinary people could relate to. But considering the recent changes in various countries, some things could still be predicted.

First of all, the matter of cultivating immortals did happen in the dream. However, Linglong was not involved in the dream, and now the one who has the most say and is the most capable of causing trouble must be Zhongzhou.

The path of cultivating immortals goes against the will of heaven. If one kills too much, one will be retaliated. Immortal cultivators cannot commit murder, and it is inevitable that they must get along with mortals. Then the signing of the treaty was also manipulated by someone behind the scenes.

Nanling? Xilei? Zhongzhou? Dongyun? And Beihan, which was not mentioned at all, what is the connection between these countries?

The atmosphere became depressing and weird because of Zi'an's silence.

Just as Wang Le was begging for mercy, Zi'an spoke up: "Did the Prime Minister's Mansion contact you first this time? Or did Feng Jun contact you first?"

Wang Le: "Replying to Lord Zheng, it is Lord Feng."

It seems that Feng Jun Er Yi Yang has been checking Ling Long's news.

Zi'an lowered his eyes and flashed a strange look. He tilted his head and looked at Ming Si: "Take the person to the dark place, don't let him die."

Ming Si bowed his head and said respectfully, "Yes, my lord."

When Wang Le heard the word "death", his eyes widened and he shouted in horror: "Please spare my life, Lord Zheng. I know that the Prime Minister's Mansion wants to kill you. Please spare my life, Lord Zheng."

Zi'an stood up, and the white tiger squatting at his feet and the white fox beside him moved.

"Gag your mouth and take him away."

After saying this, he walked out. Everything in the dream could only serve as a reference. He had to eliminate everything that was unfavorable to his wife in the future.

Imperial Palace, Imperial Study Room.

"Lord Wen, leave these to the Crown Princess to handle."

Ji Lanhuang, wearing a bright yellow suit, with her three thousand black hair tied up with a bright yellow glazed hairpin, handed several gray-brown scrolls in her hand to Fu Xiang beside her.

Wen Shanchu, who was kneeling on the ground wearing dark green court robes, was shocked when he heard this. The harem is not allowed to interfere in government affairs. What does the empress mean by this?

Her Majesty, who seemed to know what Wen Shanchu was thinking, spoke slowly, "During the Hongmeng Rebellion, the princess had no shortage of helpers, but her companions must be smart and strong."

At the beginning of the chaos of Hongmeng, it was not power that could reverse the situation. Only whoever had the resources, strength and people's hearts could become the king of the continent.

Obviously, with each passing day, the future king of this continent will undoubtedly be her daughter.

Wen Shanchu took the scroll from Fuxiang and answered respectfully, "Yes, Your Majesty." Thinking of the recent turmoil in the court, he paused for a moment and continued to ask, "Your Majesty, what about the ministers in the court?"

Ji Lanhuang tapped the imperial desk with her fingertips, her jade-like and elegant face was calm and composed, "Before a wise ruler's reputation was passed down, there were millions of corpses buried."

Some people's hands are too long in probing.

Wen Shanchu and Fuxiang's faces changed drastically when they heard this, and they both knelt on the ground.

Ji Lanhuang smiled, "Okay, what are you afraid of? Get up."

The fingertips that tapped the table did not stop, but the dark eyes full of deep meaning fell on Wen Shanchu who had just stood up, and said warmly: "I heard that Wen Aiqing's family is looking for a man. If there is a man they like, you can ask Feng Jun to arrange the marriage."

Wen Shanchu stood up elegantly, his dark green official uniform swaying a little more as the empress finished speaking.

Wen Shanchu steadied himself and bowed his head, suppressing his twitching eyelids. He raised the scroll and bowed: "Your Majesty, thank you for your grace. I am determined to share your worries, but I am afraid that I will let you down. I will speak politely."

Meet someone? How come she didn't know she was going to meet someone? Or was there something wrong with her family again?

The emperor's mind is truly unpredictable.

"My dear, you are so thoughtful. Please step back!"

Ji Lanhuang's solemn and dignified face was replaced by a gentle expression: "Fuxiang, see Mr. Wen off."

Fu Xiang, who was terrified and didn't dare to breathe, immediately put on his signature smile and bowed respectfully to the Empress: "Yes, Your Majesty."

Wen Shanchu: "I will take my leave."

When Wen Shanchu walked out of the imperial study, he was shocked to find that his back was soaked.

Fu Xiang who was following beside him was not in a much better situation. This mysterious Princess Royal is no simple person. His Majesty is going to pave the way for her.

However, he turned his head to look at the gentle woman who had been silent, and still reminded her: "Sir Wen is an honest official with a bright future. We must not let the filth taint him."

As Fuxiang spoke each word, Wen Shanchu's face became as gloomy as water. It seemed that someone in the backyard was becoming restless again.

In the imperial study, Ji Lanhuang, who was writing with his head bowed, suddenly asked, "What are your intentions?"

The air was floating, and Nan Yi, wearing a black suit with dark gold Xiuluan, knelt on one knee in front of the desk.

"Your Majesty, General Er has joined forces with the elders of the two dynasties to plan and prepare to write a letter to ask Your Majesty to release the confined Lord Feng and Prince Zhen."

"Ha ha……"

A gentle and pleasant laugh sounded, and Ji Lanhuang put down the brush in her hand. "As long as it does not affect the Princess's Mansion, let them do it. I am curious whether these old-fashioned people who always talk about benevolence, righteousness and morality can stick to their original intentions."

After all, her daughter is either a longevity elixir or a resource for cultivating immortality. This inducement is only to protect her treasure.

If I disturb her baby, I might never see Yu'er again in this life.

Nan Yi bowed and saluted: "Yes, Your Majesty."

“Go and post the imperial decree.” After saying that, Ji Lanhuang leaned back and pinched his brows tiredly.

Nan Yi: "Your Majesty, my Lord." As soon as he finished speaking, Nan Yi stood up, lowered his head and walked to the imperial desk. He stretched out his hand and rolled up the bright yellow cloth, but as he rolled it up, he was shocked.

Because she had already seen clearly what was written on the cloth.

I didn't expect that these 'Five Realms' were a sect of immortal cultivation, and that it was managed by Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess.

Now that Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess is in an open position, the four countries have to think carefully before tackling Nanling. Those ministers in the court with different thoughts probably dare not even think about it.

Young Palace Master Dongyun, Palace Master of Lousha Palace, now there is another immortal cultivation sect that can cause unrest in the country...

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