Marrying a concubine to seduce him and lure him into the game

Su Rao smiled and shook her head, trying to dispel her sister's worries, but she caught a hint of subtle panic in her eyes.

"Sister, is there something wrong at home?"

She was keenly aware of the unusual atmosphere.

Su Yi hesitated as she was about to speak. Her hands twisted together unconsciously, revealing her inner uneasiness: "A mysterious figure has come to the palace, and he is from the palace. Do you think I will also be summoned to meet him?"

In Su Yi's world, apart from the almighty queen, no one seemed to be able to make her so uneasy.

Su Rao lay there, her body straight, like a quiet sculpture, her face surprisingly peaceful.

She has used various means to shape her image in the eyes of the public.

The author exaggerated Prince Yi's favor for her and took advantage of the information asymmetry, making it impossible to verify whether the story was true or not.

But now, with the Queen in person, she only needs to have a few simple conversations with Prince Yi.

Maybe it will be able to clear up all the fog and make those gorgeous lies disappear in an instant.

Thinking of this, Su Rao felt an indescribable uneasiness in her heart, like the calm before the storm.

At the same time, in the meditation pavilion, a noble lady wearing a black cloak and a tulle on her head stepped into the solemn Buddhist hall.

Hidden beneath the cloak is a presence that cannot be ignored.

After entering the room, at her signal, the middle-aged woman following her gently lifted her veil.

Revealing a face that was both wealthy and impressive, yet gentle and dignified.

It was a kind of beauty that transcended the mundane world. Her every move exuded the elegance and majesty unique to nobility. She was the Queen Wang who controlled the harem.

The old mother beside her took the veil and quietly went out of the door, leaving only the mother and son facing each other quietly in the Buddhist temple.

Queen Wang's eyes fell on the man kneeling on the mat since she stepped into this space.

The expression on his face did not change, and he showed no joy at her arrival.

He did not feel sad about the current situation. Instead, he was indifferent, as if he was isolated from the world, and there was no sign of any emotional fluctuation.

Looking at her son's lifeless appearance, Queen Wang felt mixed emotions and felt heartbroken as a mother.

There was also regret that he was not able to follow the path he expected, and even some complaints about the unfairness of fate.

Once upon a time, he was so proud and unyielding, so radiant. Why did he suddenly choose such a negative and escapist attitude?

Is God really playing tricks on me like this?

She knew in her heart that her son was only one step away from a powerful position, but he resolutely chose to withdraw.

She couldn't help but ask herself, has he ever thought about how heavy and lost such a decision would mean to her?

Under the deep shadow of the imperial palace, her rivalry with the once powerful Concubine Cheng has been going on for a long time.

As time goes by, every confrontation is like the flash of swords and sabers, silent but deadly.

If the throne of crown prince eventually belongs to the King of Qi in the future, then will her world become a wasteland with no way out?

This thought was like a cold dew in the middle of the night, silently invading her heart and spleen, making her shudder.

How she longed for it, in her son's eyes which were always as indifferent as a cold pond.

It can reveal a trace of desire for warmth in the world, even if it is the pursuit of supreme power, or the attachment to the beautiful feelings in the world.

However, reality is always so cruel, desolate and despairing.

Faced with such a situation, Queen Wang suppressed the anxiety that was surging in her heart, and tried to speak softly, asking: "Huai Jue, did the assassin that night hurt you in any way?"

After she finished speaking, her eyes were filled with motherly concern and worry.

Prince Yi remained silent, his slender fingers lightly picking up the paper and pen, writing on the white paper.

Just two words.

"No harm done", the handwriting is just like the man himself, calm and aloof, as if no storm could shake his heart.

Seeing this, the Queen said, "I have begged His Majesty to investigate this matter thoroughly, but do you know? The person His Majesty finally chose was Cheng Yi. It is obvious that the assassin is related to the Cheng family, but His Majesty asked the Cheng family to investigate themselves. This is not fair, it is clearly partiality! His Majesty's heart is undoubtedly biased towards the Wang family. Huaijue, we don't have much time. Once Zhao Tingduan is confirmed as the crown prince, everything will be really hopeless."

However, Prince Yi's face remained calm, as if these words had not entered his ears.

The queen felt a mixture of anger and disappointment, and tears welled up in her eyes.

His heart seemed to have long been following the sound of Buddhist scriptures chanted daily.

Floating towards the empty paradise, no longer having any attachment to her or this home.

The anger in her heart was like wildfire, almost bursting out.

He wished he could smash all the illusions before his eyes, and let the Buddha statue that symbolized ruthlessness and desirelessness turn into pieces amid his roar.

But years of education and rationality allowed her to take a deep breath and barely calm the trembling.

When she spoke again, her tone was somewhat anxious: "Don't you care about your mother? Even if it's the girl from the Su family, you don't care at all? Do you think that if the Cheng family really falls, and your Prince Yi's Mansion collapses with it, she can still live peacefully in this palace full of tigers and wolves? Her fate is closely related to the Su family. If she falls into despair, the Su family will also fall with her."

After saying this, she stared at her son closely, expecting even the slightest sign of emotion.

But Prince Yi's face remained calm, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

The queen's heart seemed to be dragged into the abyss by an invisible hand, and anger once again burned in her chest.

Finally, she couldn't stand this indifference anymore and turned around abruptly.

He angrily left this seemingly isolated Buddhist temple, and every step he took was filled with determination and unwillingness.

Outside the door, Cheng Jia had been waiting for a long time. When he saw the queen, he hurried forward.

He gently put on a veil for her, hiding the weather-beaten face.

"I was blind and believed those appearances."

The Queen's words were mixed with resentment that was difficult to conceal. "I naively thought that Huai Jue had a crush on the young lady of the Su family, so he was particularly tolerant of her and even made an exception to show her favor. I have always wondered what was so special about that woman that made him go against common sense. As it turns out, she was indeed extraordinary. She dared to deceive the entire palace and even kept me in the dark. Such courage is really..."

Cheng Jia's heart tightened after hearing this. The courage of this young lady from the Su family was far beyond everyone's expectations.

You know, within this magnificent palace wall, he was playing tricks on the queen.

This is not a joke. If you are not careful, you will be doomed.

"Go, call the two young ladies from the Su family to me."