The First Tyrant of Daxia

Qin Yun looked coldly at the evil monks in front of him, with murderous intent!

"I still have a lot to ask them."

"Also, let Tang Ling personally monitor Lao Jiu. He cannot leave the mansion and wait for his fate!"

"If Lao Jiu disappears, let Tang Ling be torn into pieces!"

Mr. Feng and the others shuddered.

His Majesty was really furious this time. After all, the Empress Shufei was framed in such an evil way. If it succeeded, the consequences would be unimaginable.

I'm afraid no man can remain calm.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I will do it immediately."

Qin Yun left angrily.

After a while, the imperial doctors came hurriedly to bandage the wound on his hand.

After this incident.

The defenses of the imperial palace were tightened again, to a level where even flies dared not approach.

Especially the harem!

Apart from Qin Yun, no other man could step in, especially a monk or a Taoist priest.

After receiving their own thirty military punishments, Chang Hong and other imperial guards leaders felt quite aggrieved and cursed these rebels to death in their hearts.

He directly ordered his subordinates that anyone who dared to approach the harem would have their legs chopped off, unless there was an imperial decree from His Majesty.

Even with an imperial decree, men entering the harem could not leave her sight.

That night!

Then seven sneaky imperial guards went to the harem to avoid inspection.

They even took only a few steps inside.

Both legs were chopped off directly to serve as a warning to others!

In the Hall of Nourishing Heart.

The sound of crying continued.

Sitting by the candlelight, Qin Yun felt a headache. He had been too harsh on Concubine Xiao Shufei just now, which frightened this gentle woman and made her cry non-stop.

Qin Yun held her in his arms, stroked her jade back, and comforted her: "I don't blame you, nor do I doubt you."

"It's just that we are in a hurry today. If we are a little late, you will be in danger, Xiang'er."

"Xiang'er knows..." Concubine Xiao wiped her tears and looked at Qin Yun's hands tied with gauze, feeling distressed and blaming herself.

She choked up and said, "Xiang'er is crying because she is stupid. She caused trouble for His Majesty, invited the wolf into the house, and even caused His Majesty to get hurt."

"Your Majesty, please punish Xiang'er!"

"Xiang'er will never dare to summon anyone to the palace again."

"Even if my eldest brother came to see Xiang'er, Xiang'er wouldn't see him!"

Hearing this, Qin Yun smiled bitterly. She was afraid that he would misunderstand her loyalty.

In ancient times, such things would have a great impact on a woman's reputation regardless of whether they succeeded or not.

If a woman made eye contact with another man, and word got out, she might become infamous and be labeled an unfaithful woman.

This time, Concubine Xiao Shufei was also very anxious. As her stomach showed no signs of pregnancy, she followed the advice and invited monks to come in and perform rituals and pray for blessings.

In the end, it turned out like this. She regretted it so much that her intestines turned green, tears flowed down her face, and she was in a state of panic.

What should I do if His Majesty is dissatisfied with me?

Qin Yun reached out and helped her up.

He wiped her tears with his fingers and said with a smile: "Don't cry, if you cry any more you will become a little cat. After all, you are still the Consort Shu, the future Empress."

"Look at the rouge on your face. It doesn't look good anymore."

Concubine Xiao Shu wiped her tears with her sleeves, opened her beautiful watery eyes, and asked cautiously, "Your Majesty, do you really not blame Xiang'er?"

"If you are unhappy, Xiang'er will not leave the Yangxin Palace in the future to show her loyalty."

Qin Yun smiled bitterly, what did this have to do with anything?

His eyes flashed, and he saw the dusty Old Feng standing outside the hall.

He understood what she meant, and stroked Concubine Xiao Shufei's jade-like face with his five fingers, then kissed her delicate red lips.

"I have some important things to deal with now. When I come back, Xiang'er, don't cry anymore!"

"I don't blame you, don't be afraid. Take a good bath, and when I come back, we can talk in bed."

Seeing this, Concubine Xiao Shufei's tense face relaxed a little.

She nodded gently; "Yes, Your Majesty."

She stood on tiptoes and kissed him boldly, wishing she could put herself into Qin Yun's body.

Qin Yun smiled and comforted her several times before leaving.

To the outside of the temple.

Mr. Feng has been waiting for a long time.

"Your Majesty, it's done."

"Of the four evil monks, one was not rescued and was beaten to death by you."

"Canghua and the other two were no longer in human form and were under surveillance. They have now awakened. Do you want to interrogate them?"

Qin Yun's eyes flashed with cold light: "Of course!"

"I want to know if this is all done by my good brother!"

His tone was filled with murderous intent and coldness, and he strode towards the sky prison with big strides.

Mr. Feng continued behind him.

"Lord Qi sent a letter saying that the outside situation has been dealt with and the situation has been minimized. However, because of this incident, people are complaining about the court again."

"There are many prominent figures in the families of the persecuted women, and they are now jointly pressuring the Minister of Justice and other ministers."

"Demand, give an explanation."

Qin Yun frowned: "Didn't I say that we should solve this problem properly and not make it public?!"

Old Feng said with an unpleasant expression: "I suspect someone is leaking the news on purpose."

"The identities of the women who were rescued were inexplicably made public. Three women who could not bear the humiliation committed suicide by hanging themselves within a few hours."

"For a time, public resentment was boiling!"

"In addition, the other four women who were not violated also encountered rumors and asked for death several times."

"I'm afraid my life is ruined!"

"The fathers of two of the women are officials in the court. They are kneeling in front of the Xuanwu Gate and demanding an explanation from His Majesty."

Qin Yun's face looked extremely ugly, and his five fingers were pinched until they turned white!

Damn it, someone is adding fuel to the fire again!

Several evil monks were either killed or arrested, so it is impossible for them to leak the news to the public. The only possibility is the mastermind behind the scenes!

Qin Yun's eyes flashed coldly. This mastermind must die!

"Let Eunuch Xi go meet the two ministers at Xuanwu Gate and tell them what I said. I will give them a satisfactory answer at the court tomorrow morning!"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

……

The prison is dark and silent.

There are many people imprisoned here. Since Wang Wei's rebellion, more than one hundred people have been imprisoned here.

Qin Yun's arrival made them tremble with fear and panic.

Clang!

The door lock is unlocked.

Qin Yun put his hands behind his back and entered a cage.

The person lying inside was the old monk Canghua.

He looked like a dead body, wrapped in bandages like a mummy.

His swollen eyes could only be opened a little, and he spoke with a lisp: "You, just kill me, I won't say a word!"

Qin Yun sneered: "You bastard, you still dare to be stubborn now, are you really going to die?"

A gleam of resentment flashed in Zanghua's pupils.

"My martial arts skills are ruined, and I have no hope anymore. Why should I let you, a dog emperor, feel comfortable?"

Qin Yun sneered, thinking to himself that when I beat you up just now, you begged for mercy the most fiercely!

He said calmly, "As far as I know, your most powerful skill is not martial arts. You rely on poison to travel the world. Even if your martial arts skills are gone, you can still gain a foothold in the martial arts world by using poison, right?"

"I'll give you one chance. Tell me the name of the mastermind behind this. I'll spare your life. You'll still have a good life in the future."

A glimmer of hope flashed across the old monk's eyes, but they were also filled with disdain.

Lying in the pile of dry grass, he sneered: "You dog emperor, you made me become like this. Is the pressure outside the palace very great now?"

"The people are boiling with resentment. If you don't get to the bottom of it, it will be hard to calm them down, right?"

"Please beg me, beg me, and I will tell you!"

His voice was arrogant, his eyes were provocative and resentful. His death was imminent, so how could he feel any remorse at all?