The Emperor's uncle loves me! My paranoid wife, don't run away

Dust was flying outside the hall, and a figure fell heavily at the door of the hall. The sudden movement made everyone hold their breath and look towards the door.

"Yang Run!" Luo Ranran's heart trembled suddenly, and she could hardly believe her eyes.

She subconsciously raised her hands, her palms were already soaked with cold sweat, but alarm bells rang in her mind: You can't move, you can't show any emotion.

Unfortunately, her mouth betrayed her.

"Yang Run..." Before she finished speaking, the trembling in her voice betrayed her mood.

There was an uproar among the crowd, and discussions broke out.

"Is this an assassin?!"

"Where can you find such an assassin? He knocked himself out?"

"The princess seems to know him..."

Luo Ranran closed her eyes and gritted her teeth, but she found that her legs and feet were out of control and she rushed straight to the door of the palace.

Her white dress was lifted up, and her long skirt dragged behind her like flowing water. Her steps were quick yet somewhat graceful.

Her heart was beating like a drum, her eyes were full of panic and helplessness, and she had long forgotten the gazes of those around her. Only the pale figure was constantly enlarging in her sight.

The distance of just a few steps seemed like crossing an abyss to her.

Seeing this, Shen Runing's smile deepened a little, but he said no more, only a cold light flashed in his eyes.

She stood quietly aside, as if waiting for the next storm to tear the situation apart completely.

Luo Ranran knelt beside Yang Run, and carefully stroked his shoulders with her trembling hands, feeling the touch of cold stone in her palms.

Yang Run was unconscious, his already thin face looked even paler, his brows slightly wrinkled. Looking at his injured appearance, Luo Ranran's heart suddenly shrank, and an unspeakable bitterness and anger surged in her heart at the same time.

"Princess...what are you doing?" someone asked in a low voice.

But at this moment she could hear nothing and only saw Yang Run lying unconscious on the ground.

Everyone in the hall was puzzled, and the emperor's eyes gradually became cold, scanning everything in front of him. "Ran Ran, who is this person?" He said in a low voice with a hint of chill.

Luo Ranran raised his head and looked at the emperor with a cold gaze, "He is just an old man who helped me with my troubles before. You don't need to worry about him, my brother."

His tone was neither hurried nor slow, even a little nonchalant, but his heart was filled with turmoil.

This man once protected her with his life and blocked swords for her, but now he was like a faint candlelight in her eyes, which would be extinguished by the wind.

The hall was silent and everyone was holding their breath. The emperor's eyes were deep and cold, like a hidden poisonous snake, ready to bite his prey at any time.

"Old friend?" His voice was low and cold, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

Luo Ranran seemed unaware and still looked down at Yang Run, her fingertips tightening unconsciously. The hatred in the past and the powerlessness in the present intertwined into a suffocating pain.

She thought she could be cold and ruthless, treating Yang Run as a sharp blade to stab the emperor, and using all her strength to vent her hatred in this fateful game.

However, looking back suddenly, she realized that she had already been deeply involved in this chess game and could not extricate herself.

"Princess," Shen Runing took a step closer, her voice gentle but with a stinging sarcasm, "This 'old man' is really not a simple person. How do you plan to deal with him? Are you going to let him... continue to lie here and embarrass himself?"

Luo Ranran raised his head suddenly, and a murderous look flashed across his eyes.

She stood up, her figure as straight as a plum blossom in the snow, the dust on her white clothes made her look even more desolate and tough. She looked around, her eyes as sharp as a knife, and said word by word: "What does my business have to do with you?"

There was complete silence, and everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

Luo Ranran leaned over and gently picked up Yang Run. Even though her body was shaking and her arms were already sore and weak, she refused to let go. Step by step, she slowly walked out of the hall, with no sadness or joy in her eyes, only a kind of forbearing stubbornness and sadness. Yang Run's love was originally a knife in her hand, but now it has become a sharp blade piercing her heart.

……

Yang Run's sudden appearance gave Master Xuanyi a fleeting chance to catch his breath.

He had been forced into a desperate situation, and was filled with extreme anxiety. He even made plans to fight to the death.

However, when he saw Luo Ranran kneeling beside Yang Run, her face full of panic and pain, his heart suddenly turned cold - this eldest princess, who had always been known for her cruelty and decisiveness, had lost control like this at this moment.

"It's unreliable." Priest Xuanyi's lips trembled slightly, and deep despair arose in his heart.

At this moment, any expectation of her helping out was shattered.

He clenched and unclenched his fingers, cold sweat dripping down his forehead. The guards beside him were staring at him with eager eyes. The atmosphere in the hall was like a taut bowstring that could break at any time.

Taoist Xuanyi knew that if he did not seek a way to survive immediately, endless torture and death would be waiting for him.

He clenched his teeth, his knees softened, and he suddenly knelt on the ground, kowtowing heavily.

Her voice was hoarse and trembling with fear, and she cried out heart-wrenchingly: "Your Majesty, please spare me! Lady Fangyi, please spare me!" Tears mixed with snot flowed down her cheeks.

"Your Majesty!" Taoist Xuanyi continued to kneel and kowtow, crying and shouting, "I deserve to die! Please, Your Majesty, have mercy on me and spare my life!" He raised his head and looked at the emperor's unfathomable cold eyes, and the chill in his heart surged like a tide.

Shen Runing stared at him without saying a word, with a slight smile on his lips, full of sarcasm and indifference.

The show is about to begin.

The emperor looked unpredictable. He spoke slowly in a low voice, "Master Xuanyi, what crime have you committed?"

Upon hearing this, Taoist Xuanyi's body shook violently, and his head hit the ground, turning his forehead red.

He cried out, tears streaming down his face: "Your Majesty! I deserve to die! It was...it was the Princess...the Princess who told me to do this! I was just following orders!"

He pointed at Luo Ranran with all his might, as if he had grabbed a life-saving straw, trying to push all the blame onto her, his words mixed with a bit of despair and madness: "How dare I disobey the princess's wishes?! I beg Your Majesty to have mercy and spare my life!"

Everyone in the hall was in an uproar, discussions rose like a tide, and everyone looked at Luo Ranran.

The corners of Concubine Jing's mouth rose slightly, and a hint of gloating flashed across her eyes, as if she was waiting for a good show.

Chunzhi said something very quietly into Shen Runing's ear, and Shen Runing nodded slightly.

When Luo Ranran heard this, her expression suddenly changed.

Her chest heaved violently, as if it would be torn apart at the next moment. The anger and powerlessness deep in her heart intertwined together, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

At this moment, Yang Run on the ground suddenly coughed, breaking the silence in the hall. Luo Ranran trembled violently, his eyes full of shock and surprise.

Looking down, I saw Yang Run slowly opening his eyes. A look of pain appeared on his pale face, and his eyes were still blurred.

"Yang Run!" Luo Ranran's voice was choked with a hint of anxiety and disbelief. She held his hand tightly, her fingertips slightly cold.

"slowly……"

Everyone in the hall was completely blown away...