As soon as she opened her eyes, she was forcibly carried back to the East Palace by the paranoid pri

There has never been a shortage of Taoists in Guangming Palace. This batch is gone, and the next batch is about to arrive. Emperor Jingmu always believes in them and then disbelieves them. When he believes in them, everything is fine, but when he disbelieves them, blood splatters on the blue bricks.

Under the majestic imperial power, in the solemn palace, people died silently every day for various reasons. This night was actually nothing unusual. When the light of the next day shone on the glazed tiles, the palace roads were still as clean as before, and the concubines were still smiling sweetly.

In the Changxin Palace, Ning Rushong ordered the palace servants to bring a bowl of warm apricot drink. He Yue drank it in small sips, still looking a little frightened. Of course she knew that the palace must be cruel, but knowing is one thing, and seeing it actually happen before her eyes is another thing entirely!

The corpses were piled up into a small hill on a cart, blood dripping down their clothes and fingers onto the ground, the sinister aura seemed to be turning into a real scene before people's eyes.

He Yue felt cold, and her body trembled with fear. Her breathing became rapid, and her lips turned pale. Ning Rusong did not say anything, but sat beside her and accompanied her silently. He waved his hand and asked all the palace servants to wait outside.

He Yue glanced at him sideways. His face was calm, but there was compassion in his eyes, as if he could tolerate all her panic and soothe all her disasters.

"I am really suitable for Lijia Village. I always feel that I will never adapt to the palace in my life." He Yue took another sip of the apricot drink, hoping that the sweetness could take away some of the coldness.

The dim light was reflected on her fair and pretty face. She shrank, and the corners of her eyebrows and eyes had lost some of their former liveliness, looking pitiful.

She couldn't help but wonder if Chi Jue would be the same as Emperor Jingmu?

Yes, in fact, she has always known that Chi Jue is a very cold feudal ruler. The palace people are so afraid of him. The palace maids around her are usually calm and steady, but in front of Chi Jue, they feel like they are being strangled by the throat, and they wish they could even hide their own breathing.

She had also seen how he looked when he was with court officials. He was extremely cold and reserved. He did not say a word, but he made them bow their heads and kowtow.

But is He Yue afraid of Ning Rusong? She is not afraid. Ning Rusong is cold and cruel to outsiders, but he is full of love and warmth to her. His heart is hot, warming He Yue's heart.

"Yueyue, don't be afraid and don't leave me. One day I will ask the palace to adapt to you." Ning Rushong gave an answer that surprised He Yue. She looked into his gloomy phoenix eyes in astonishment.

Ning Rusong held her in his arms and said with a frightening certainty, "That day won't be too far away."

When can a prince take charge of the entire palace? Of course, he ascends the throne to become the emperor!

But Emperor Jingmu was still in his prime. He Yue put her hand on Ning Rusong's face and said anxiously, "Chijue, don't do anything stupid. We are safe and sound. This is not urgent!"

Even if He Yue didn't understand royal affairs, she knew the horror of the struggle for imperial power. It was about killing each other, holding swords against each other, and when the swords were unsheathed, one side would not stop until one of them died!

She frowned and held his face with both hands, tears welling up in her eyes. "I was just frightened for a moment and complained a few words. Since we are husband and wife, our lives are linked together. If you want to do something horrible like that, I'm afraid you and I will become a pair of desperate mandarin ducks!"

"You built my Changshengtian, how could I bear to see you get hurt even a little bit." Ning Rusong lowered his head, their foreheads touching, his words were gentle but firm, "Yueyue, I have to fight, but I will definitely win and put you on the throne."

Given a new life, he didn't want to follow the path of his last life, waiting for that fool Prince Rong to rebel four years later. He had been an emperor for too long in his previous life, and he didn't want anyone to be over him in this life.

It doesn’t matter if the kinship is weak, he has Yueyue, who is enough to entrust all the tenderness in his life. The years will never end, and the friendship will never be severed. He will grow old with Yueyue.

He rubbed his face against He Yue's palm affectionately and kissed her fingers, as if coaxing her to eat more instead of talking about the bloody succession to the throne.

"They all say that you are the prince with the most stable position..." After being frightened by Ning Rushong, He Yue became even more panicked, as if she saw Ning Rushong rebelling in the next second.

"My stable position is not based on my father's favor." Ning Rusong lowered her eyelashes, "My father wanted to give the throne to Prince Rong, but Prince Rong is too stupid."

The eldest son of a royal family is destined to be unable to escape the treacherous struggle for imperial power.

"My father hates me, so he won't give me the throne. I have no choice but to fight for it, even if it means staining the throne room with blood."

Ning Rushong's words seemed to contain a bloody flavor, and He Yue saw the flashes of swords and sabers in them.

"Because of the Royal Concubine Yue and the Empress?" He Yue was puzzled. As a father, could he be so stingy with his love for his own children? Even if he didn't like them, why would he hate them?

Ning Rusong praised He Yue for her intelligence at this critical moment, "Yes, Yue Yue is right. Father is disgusted with mother. He thinks that mother has taken the position of queen from Yue Royal Consort, and that I have taken the position of crown prince from Prince Rong."

This is an indistinguishable entanglement, and there is no absolute judgment. Without Empress He, could the Imperial Concubine Yue have taken the throne? You have to know that after her death, even her surname was not restored. Who would remember that she was once the legitimate daughter of the Lu family, a noble lady from an aristocratic family, and not the name of a demon concubine destined to be recorded in history.

Ning Rushong did not feel the slightest bit of sympathy for Imperial Noble Consort Yue. He felt disgusted whenever he heard the word "Yue". Why should he bring up Yueyue's name to protect her love?

If you like someone, you will feel that he is good in every way. In He Yue's eyes, Ning Rushong instantly became a pitiful figure who was not loved by his mother and not cared for by his father. She could not say anything to dissuade him, and she also understood that her words would have no effect in such a matter.

She whispered in his ear, "Chijue, you must be careful. You can't let the two of us suffer in the future."

Ning Rusong hugged her and said, "Yueyue, just rest assured."

There was no point in being uneasy. He Yue tilted her head and pressed it against his chest. "It would be great if you were from an ordinary family. The royal family fights for the throne and the world, but ordinary people don't have to fight over pots and pans in such a bloody way."

They just stand with their hands on their hips, swear at each other and spit at each other. If they get more aggressive, they can pull each other's hair. But they dare not make a big fuss for the sake of their face.

His fingers traced from Ning Rusong's elegant eyebrows to the smooth lines of her face. "Then when I meet you, I will be willing to be your lover just for your face. You are good at studying, maybe you can become a scholar, then I can be exempted from land taxes, and I can do some small business, and we can live a happy life."