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

It was still early and the New Year's Eve banquet in the palace had not yet begun.

Festive decorations were hung everywhere in Changxin. Xiao Nuan and Xiao Hong gathered the palace servants in Changxin Palace to distribute year-end bonuses. "Except for those who need to be on duty today, everyone else should leave their duty one hour early!"

The palace servants received their rewards in an orderly manner, speaking flattering words. This year, Changxin Palace welcomed the Crown Princess, and the Crown Prince was easier to serve than in previous years. They sincerely prayed that their future days would be as smooth as this year!

He Yue changed her usual lazy attitude today and dressed up very solemnly. The emerald jade and pearl hairpin and flying bun complemented each other. She also chose a palace dress with a thousand-color peony pattern to wear.

She sat in front of the bronze mirror and used a silver pick to pick up some vermilion lip balm from the lip balm jar and applied it to her lips. She usually used rose red or cherry red, but today was different. The palace banquet always had to be more solemn.

He Yue took the silk cotton handed to her by the dressing maid and used it to gently wipe and blend the outline of her lips, making them plump and moisturized.

After finishing her makeup, she stood up and asked Xiao Nuan and Xiao Hong who had just come in after handing out the rewards, "Does everything look okay?"

The maids in the palace thought, this is too modest, how can it be acceptable? It is clearly enough to overshadow the whole palace! Her figure is graceful and graceful, her body is graceful and her face is as bright as the bright moon.

The second curtain was lifted, and the voice of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince came in, "Yueyue, what can I return?"

The wind and snow outside were getting stronger, and the Crown Prince's cloak was inevitably covered with snow and frost. Xiao Guanzi helped him take off his cloak, and then led the palace servants to leave the warm room.

He Yue turned around, her hand resting slightly on the dressing table. She asked the palace maid differently from asking Chi Jue. She asked shyly, "Is it okay for me to put on this lip balm?"

Ning Rusong approached her, with a hint of the airy smell of snow and wind. He lowered his eyes, held her face with both hands, and gently stroked her cheek with his thumb, his eyes lingering on her lips, "Yueyue is beautiful no matter what."

He lowered his head and kissed and bit her gently. He Yue became anxious and pushed him away with her hands, "Chi Jue! I finally put on some good lip balm, and I'll have to do it all over again later."

Ning Rusong raised her head and pursed her lips. She put her arm around her waist to comfort her. Her tone was inexplicably heavy. "The palace banquet will not start for another hour. I asked Xiao Guanzi to prepare a small banquet in Changxin Hall for us to enjoy first. Yueyue, don't go to the palace banquet today."

He Yue raised her head slightly to look at his face and expression, her tone hesitant, "But, but what's going to happen?"

She had never seen Chi Jue's eyes so cold and indifferent. It seemed like a sign that the knife was about to draw blood. Even though it was not directed at her, it made her nerves tense.

The imperial palace has been in turmoil for the past half month. Today a eunuch dies, tomorrow a favored imperial concubine dies. The ladies in the various palaces don't like to come out for "chance encounters" anymore, and each of them stays in their own palaces.

Yueyue had a terrifyingly sharp intuition. Ning Rushong gave a positive answer, "Father will issue another decree at the banquet to make Linghe Church the state religion. We won't be at peace tonight. Yueyue can just pretend to be sick and stay in the East Palace."

In fact, it was a matter of life and death between him and Emperor Jingmu. Even if he was absolutely sure, he dared not reveal everything, leaving Yueyue waiting for him in suspense.

He Yue opened her lips and wanted to say something, but in the end she only said, "Chi Jue, I will wait for you in the dormitory tonight. I will not sleep until you come back."

Why did Chijue know Emperor Jingmu's plan in advance? Even if Emperor Jingmu was going to issue another decree, the ministers would at most make another joint memorial. Why did Chijue tell her to stay in the East Palace and not go out, as if the palace banquet endangered her life?

He Yue didn't understand much about court affairs, but she could sense the bloody smell beneath the peaceful surface from Ning Rushong's few words.

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At the palace banquet on New Year's Eve, when the singing and dancing were more than halfway through, court officials and envoys from various countries were toasting each other and chatting happily, and the atmosphere was very harmonious for a while.

Emperor Jingmu put down the golden cup. He had a sick feeling that could not be dispelled. His head hurt more and more in the past few days, and no medicine worked. He glanced down and said, "Today, envoys from various countries came to congratulate me. I am very happy, and I have something to celebrate with you all!"

Liu Lin stepped out from the back, holding the imperial edict in his hand and unfolding it. He said in a loud and sad voice with great reluctance, "I am entrusted with the will of heaven... All my subjects should respect the spirit and the teachings!"

The banquet was like a lake into which a huge rock was thrown, causing huge waves.

"Your Majesty! No! Mei Zhaoyi is dead, you must not be deceived by such a heresy again!"

"Your Majesty, please withdraw your imperial decree! Aren't the blood letters from the people of the world enough to move you?!"

So noisy, so noisy! A bunch of noisy people. This is his Yun Dynasty. He is the emperor, holding the world in his hands. Why do all people have to disobey him?

He was no longer wise, and waves of piercing pain came from his head. He tried hard not to show any clues, and his lips were tightly closed. The smell of blood spread in his mouth!

"Your Majesty!... Your Majesty!" The ministers knelt on the ground and begged, and the envoys from various countries, because they were vassal states, had to kneel down as well.

Emperor Jingmu supported his head with his hands, his finger bones trembling slightly, and his brain seemed to be torn by something. He could vaguely hear a soft female voice asking him, "Your Majesty, don't you want to make Linghe Church the state religion and ask my soul to return to the world and appear by your side again? You have clearly proved that Linghe Church does have real immortal magic, haven't you?"

"I have made up my mind!" Emperor Jingmu suddenly stood up from the throne, his eyes fierce and gloomy, every word he spoke seemed like chewing meat and swallowing blood, "Whoever dares to express dissenting opinions will be dragged down and beheaded!"

The old ministers who had been following Emperor Jingmu couldn't help but burst into tears when they saw what he had become. Some of them, under the influence of alcohol, pointed at him recklessly, "Your Majesty, have you been possessed by a fierce ghost from the Linghe Cult? You! You are clearly a tyrant who will ruin your country!"

"Have you forgotten the days when you worked so hard? Have you forgotten what you said to your old ministers, that you wanted to create a prosperous era with peaceful waters and a prosperous world?!"