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The empress came closer and heard these words. She looked at Lan Ning quietly. After not seeing him for a while, the scars on his face were still shocking.

She knew that what Lan Ning said was true, but she couldn't give up Furou, that was the child she had raised with great care, and now she was pregnant, she could only feel sorry for Lan Ning.

As the empress, she naturally had to put the overall situation first. Moreover, in her opinion, Yan Xuan's request was correct. "Lan Ning, you are a princess, so take this as an example."

example?

Lan Ning raised his eyes and looked at the empress. "She was born in the Black Fox Clan. Everyone knows that I have a bad relationship with the Black Fox Clan. Besides, you are the empress, and you should set an example first. Why don't you hold her yourself?"

Lan Ning was outspoken, and the people present had known this for a long time, but she was obviously going against the wife of the Mohu clan. She was also the number one person in Wanjing. How could those court officials who supported Furou let go of this opportunity?

"Your Highness Lan Ning! You are a princess, how can you ignore the request of a minister? Besides, I just want you to hug me. If you don't want to, then don't do it. Why are you so aggressive?"

"Yes! How can a princess ignore the needs of her subjects? How can she be an imperial concubine if she is so cold and indifferent?"

Lan Ning was tired of hearing these words. She looked lazily at the courtiers who were gossiping, "I grew up in the dungeon of the cold palace. What kind of humanity do you expect from me?"

As soon as these words came out, those gossiping court officials immediately lowered their heads as if it had nothing to do with them. Why did this evil spirit bring up the matter of the cold palace again?

Lan Ning leaned in Xuan Heng's arms, staring at Yan Xuan with his eyes, "Besides, if the child passes through my hands, and something happens to him in the future, you will have to blame me. It's not easy for me to survive, so don't cause me any trouble."

Everyone can understand that she is cautious and calculating, but it is wrong to curse someone else's child in broad daylight!

Even the empress looked dissatisfied, but she owed it to Lan Ning, so she only warned in a low voice, "Lan Ning, don't talk nonsense."

"What nonsense?" Lan Ning would not give them face. "People from the same lineage as her killed their brothers and sisters. Who can guarantee that some people will not use their own children to frame me? It's better to stay away from me."

After saying this, the atmosphere changed.

Seeing that the faces of the people on Furou's side were getting worse and worse, Lan Ning added fuel to the fire, "And that person over there, stay away from me too. If anything happens to you and the baby in your belly, they will all blame me."

Didn't you say last time that you would kill Furou at all costs? Why are you avoiding suspicion so easily now?

Everyone couldn't figure out Lan Ning's thoughts, and they didn't dare to provoke this crazy princess at will, for fear that she would continue to say something unpleasant.

Yan Xuan failed and glared at Lan Ning fiercely. Then she returned to her seat with the child in her arms. The empress beside her also looked unhappy.

They are all our own children, why do we have to kill each other?

The empress wanted to make Lan Ning and Fu Rou reconcile, but she couldn't think of a way to make Lan Ning let go of her grudge. At this moment, listening to Lan Ning's heart-wrenching words, she was more afraid to look at Lan Ning. It was all her fault because of her incompetence.

"Okay, let's begin the hair-stroking banquet." The empress took a deep breath, and she raised her head to look outside the banquet hall. That was the core area of ​​the Rui Terrace, where the beast statues were placed. It was still some distance from here.

Led by the empress, all the pregnant or child-bearing female orcs present knelt down one by one, while Lan Ning and the others followed the empress ten meters behind, walked out of the banquet hall and headed towards the inner hall. As they stepped onto the steps, Lan Ning also took the time to look around the temple.

The overall style was somewhat similar to the Buddhist temples she had visited before, but it was empty with only a stone statue placed in the center. The statue's figure was indeed good, but when she looked up at the statue's face, Lan Ning suddenly felt as if she had been struck by lightning.

"I'm telling you, isn't this what I look like in real life?" Lan Ning asked Wanmei Xiaoliu.

Perfect Xiaoliu: "Um, sorry, Master, because the original text does not describe the stone statue in detail, we have to find a similar reference."

Lan Ning: "Before using someone's portrait, should you first inform them? This is illegal in modern times, do you know?"

Perfect Xiaoliu: "Then we will give you 20,000 points as a bonus?"

Lan Ning: "Deal."

Perfect Xiaoliu: "......"

Stepping into the temple, Lan Ning leaned close to Xuan Heng, preparing for her next step. She collected the points and didn't care so much about the statue. Instead, she listened to the eunuch reciting the Lord's Prayer, and she suddenly felt a little nervous.

Lan Ning subconsciously observed the surrounding environment. She keenly heard something falling on the tiles above her head and some faint and inaudible voices.

Perhaps it was because the good show that Furou had arranged for her was about to begin, so she was in high spirits.

"Kneel!" After the eunuch finished reading the Lord's prayer, he shouted loudly, and thousands of people came to worship.

"Please perform the hair-stroking ceremony." The eunuch shouted again, and the empress was helped to stand up. She looked at the subjects who came to pay homage with tenderness on her face, and walked to Furou. Her beautiful hand just happened to touch Furou's hair, and an accident happened.

In an instant, the entire temple began to tremble, wood chips gradually fell from the ceiling above, and the statue that was worshipped by thousands of people began to crack and collapsed amid screams.

They saw a woman walking out from the ruins of the statue. Her beautiful face was full of cruelty and indifference. Her dark green eyes looked at them as if they were ants. She held a long sword in one hand and the empress's head in the other.

The red embroidered shoes stepped on the head of the shattered statue, and said arrogantly, "I am the only princess in Wanjing Kingdom. The position of the princess should be mine, and the position of the empress should also be mine!"

Everyone was stunned by the scene, but when they blinked again, nothing happened around them.

Inside the temple, the court officials were still kneeling, but their expressions were uglier than each other.

Lan Ning projected the imagined scene to everyone present, controlling them for three seconds. She was still kneeling beside Xuan Heng, but she no longer had the strength to stand up.

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What did the shattering of the statue mean? Why did it happen when the empress was caressing Furou? All these signs made it hard not to have wild thoughts. Even those who supported Furou couldn't help but look at the mother and daughter kneeling in front of the statue.

Lan Ning avoided Fu Rou when she projected the image, so at this moment she didn't know why the empress stopped caressing her. It was not the first time for her to receive the hair-stroking ceremony, but it was the first time that it lasted so long.

After finally waiting for the end, she boldly looked up, but met the empress's wary eyes.

Furou's heart skipped a beat. This was the second time the empress looked at her in this way. The last time was because of Lan Ning's matter. What was it because of this time?

She couldn't figure it out, so she had to wait until the long hair-stroking ceremony was over, then turned around carefully and waited for the eunuch to call out, but she found that the people below were looking at her with particularly strange eyes.

What's going on here?

Fu Rou couldn't help but frown. From her position, she could see Lan Ning at a glance, and he was still not shy about looking into her eyes.