Disguised as a man: Watch me create a new dynasty

His voice was cold and resolute, as if it came from the judgment of the Netherworld: "Empress Jiang has defiled the harem, and her crime is unforgivable. From now on, you will be deposed as queen and banished to the cold palace! Prime Minister Jiang has failed to teach well, so he will be removed from his position as prime minister and confined to his residence to reflect on his mistakes!"

After saying this, the emperor no longer paid attention to the crowd, and took Xie Xiyuan with him as he walked quickly towards the dragon chariot.

His steps were quick and firm, as if he was afraid that if he walked any slower he would burst out laughing.

Everyone looked at the emperor's departing back in shock.

They never imagined that the emperor would deal with the queen so quickly.

However, on second thought, I felt that this seemed reasonable.

After all, being cuckolded by his own wife and being struck by a bolt of lightning was such an ugly incident that even God couldn't stand it.

The emperor's handling of the matter is indeed pleasing to the people.

But, how many concubines in the palace are truly worried about the emperor?

Most of them are just pretending on the surface, but actually gloating over other people's misfortune.

In this palace, the struggle for power never stops, and everyone is calculating for their own interests.

What happened today is just a small episode in this long court struggle.

At this moment, there was a thin man in the cage. He curled up in the corner, but there was a sinister light flashing in his eyes. He looked straight in the direction where Yan Nansheng disappeared.

Unlike other people who survived the disaster, he was extremely grateful to Yan Nansheng.

He cursed Yan Nansheng fiercely in his heart.

He finally won a little favor from the Queen through his flattery and ingratiation, and thus lived in the cage that was only slightly smaller than Su Mo's.

In his opinion, this was already a great blessing. At least here, he no longer had to worry about three meals a day and no longer had to endure the poverty at home.

He recalled his past life at home, where he had no idea where to get his next meal. The feeling of hunger and poverty made him feel extremely terrified.

As for the Queen, although he often had to endure the Queen's beatings and torture, at least he could eat well and dress warmly and live a relatively stable life.

"Everything was ruined by that damn princess!" he roared angrily in his heart.

He felt that Yan Nansheng was a hateful destroyer, and her appearance destroyed the "happy life" he had finally obtained.

He was filled with hatred towards Yan Nansheng and wished he could rush up and tear her to pieces.

Just as he was immersed in his own hatred, he suddenly felt a strong breath coming towards him. He raised his head in horror and met Yan Nansheng's cold gaze.

At that moment, he seemed to be hit by an invisible force, and his body trembled involuntarily. A strong fear surged in his heart, and he knew that Yan Nansheng had noticed his malicious intentions.

He quickly lowered his head, trying to hide his gaze.

His heart was beating wildly in his chest, as if it was about to jump out of his throat.

His forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, his hands were clenched into fists, and his nails dug deep into the flesh.

The corners of Yan Nansheng's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a disdainful smile.

She looked at the thin man, her heart full of mockery.

In her opinion, this man has lost his dignity as a man. For a little material enjoyment, he is willing to endure the abuse of others. He is simply a spineless dog.

But she doesn't care.

She simply disdains such people.

She waved her hand gently, and a mental mark instantly entered the thin man's mind.

The thin man only felt a sharp pain in his head, as if countless needles were piercing his brain.

He covered his head in pain and let out suppressed and shrill screams.

However, his cries did not attract anyone's attention. The people around him were immersed in their own emotions and no one cared about his life or death.

After a while, the pain gradually disappeared, and the thin man was horrified to find that there were some strange things in his mind.

He seemed to be able to sense Yan Nansheng's presence, and no matter where he went, Yan Nansheng could easily find him.

He knew that he was firmly under Yan Nansheng's control.

"This...what is going on?" the thin man muttered to himself in horror.

His eyes were filled with despair and helplessness. He knew that he would never be able to escape Yan Nansheng's control from now on.

He regretted why he had felt ill will towards Yan Nansheng and why he had provoked such a powerful and terrifying person.

However, it was too late. He could only endure it silently and wait for fate to decide.

Yan Nansheng had no time to care about this kind of person who was abused to the point of being sick, and she also had no time to control him, but with this mental imprint, she would know if he had malicious thoughts towards her or did anything that did not suit her.

Of course, that man will also have a miserable end.

After all, mental pain is more unbearable than physical pain.

The emperor and Xie Xiyuan returned to Yongshou Palace together.

The moment he stepped into the palace, the emperor's expression became anxious. He pulled Xie Xiyuan over and walked straight to the bed in the bedroom.

"Everyone retreat!" the emperor gave the order with great majesty.

In the bedroom, Eunuch Lai Fu hurriedly led a group of palace servants and retreated quickly like a tide, carefully closing the door.

Eunuch Lai Fu knew that the emperor needed to vent his out-of-control emotions at the moment, so he straightened his back, stood at the door, and watched carefully, fearing that anything might go wrong.

Inside the bedroom, the emperor hugged Xie Xiyuan tightly, as if he wanted to merge her into his body.

He buried his face deeply in Xie Xiyuan's neck, his body trembling slightly. Although the amplitude of the trembling was small, it conveyed the waves deep in his heart.

At this moment, the emperor had completely lost his usual awe-inspiring imperial aura. He was like an ordinary husband who, after experiencing countless storms, finally returned to the warm harbor, longing for his wife's comfort.

Xie Xiyuan did not say anything at this time, but silently hugged the emperor's waist and back tightly with her backhand.

Her eyes revealed understanding and heartache. She knew that the emperor did not need verbal comfort at this moment.

She and he had known each other since childhood, and those innocent years of youth were like bright stars, embedded deep in their memories.

They knew each other and loved each other, and went through countless ups and downs together.

She deeply understood his helplessness and forbearance as an emperor. She saw all the unknown pain and struggles and felt the pain in her heart.

Looking back on those years, although she blamed him for not protecting herself and the children, she never truly hated him in her heart.