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

The emperor looked at Concubine Yan with a deep and cold gaze, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, but there was no warmth in his expression.

A few seconds later, he suddenly stood up, walked slowly to Concubine Yan, and reached out to pinch her chin.

To outsiders, this was just a trivial action, but Concubine Yan clearly felt his strength. The dull pain from her bones made her heart go cold and fine cold sweat oozed from her forehead.

"Empress Yan," the emperor's voice was low and cold, as if carrying some kind of oppression, "Wei Yun's death was really... just right."

These words seemed unintentional, but they struck Concubine Yan's heart like thunder.

She was shocked, but dared not show it. She could only lower her head and use all her strength to suppress her trembling voice: "Your Majesty, you are too kind. I don't know all this..."

Before she finished her words, the emperor exerted a little force with his hand, forcing her to raise her head and look him in the eye.

"I'm tired. I'll find you later."

Concubine Yan was stunned for a moment, then quickly bowed her head and saluted, her voice slightly unclear: "Yes, Your Majesty."

Everyone in the hall witnessed this scene, and they all had their own speculations in their minds, but no one dared to speak out.

Shen Runing stood in the corner, secretly clenching her teeth, with a complicated light in her eyes. Wei Yun's sudden death completely ruined her and Wei Yun's plan. This change came too quickly and she had no time to cope with it.

Hao Hengshan was still kneeling on the ground, holding Wei Yun's body tightly in his arms. He sobbed softly, his face full of pain, and his fingers trembled as he stroked Wei Yun's cold face.

Belated affection is cheaper than grass.

"Wei Yun..." Hao Hengshan's voice was hoarse, like he was mumbling to himself, or accusing. His eyes gradually lost focus, filled with despair and regret.

The air in the hall was so heavy that it seemed to be stagnant. Concubine Jing narrowed her eyes, hiding the faint smile at the corner of her mouth, as if she was enjoying the pleasure brought by the chaos.

Concubine Yan lowered her head and couldn't help but secretly glance at Hao Hengshan again and again.

Hao Hengshan could help her at this moment, but he seemed unable to hear her inner call and was immersed in the pain of losing Wei Yun.

He held Wei Yun's body, muttering softly, his eyes full of despair and regret. When he occasionally raised his gaze to glance at Concubine Yan, there was only coldness and accusation in his eyes.

Concubine Yan's fingertips trembled slightly. Hao Hengshan was not a fool. No matter how she tried to clear herself of suspicion, Wei Yun's death was related to her.

"Wei Yun..." Hao Hengshan's voice was choked and broken, like a heart-wrenching cry. He slowly stood up, hugged Wei Yun's body tightly, and walked out of the hall step by step, his steps were heavy and full of determination.

……

The concubine selection banquet finally came to an end after three people died, and everyone retreated in fear.

When Shen Runing returned to the Shen Mansion, it was almost evening.

In the early summer evening, the faint fragrance of locust flowers floated in the courtyard. The breeze blew gently, rolling up the bamboo curtains under the corridor, bringing a hint of coolness.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the bluestone slabs, casting mottled golden and red colors. The faint sound of cicadas could be heard, as if pulling people back to reality from the murderous intent in the palace.

The lights were on throughout the Shen Mansion, and the place seemed peaceful, which formed a sharp contrast with the bloodiness and indifference in the hall during the day. However, Shen Runing still felt a heavy stone in his heart.

……

During dinner, Shen Hean sat in the main seat, frowning slightly, as if he wanted to say something to Shen Runing, but when his eyes swept over her, he hesitated several times and finally just lowered his head to eat.

The mother at the side was full of concern, and kept picking food for Shen Runing: "Ning'er, you have lost a lot of weight. Have you had a poor appetite recently? Eat more and don't wrong yourself."

Shen Runing bowed her head and responded with a well-behaved smile on her face: "Thank you, mother. Ning'er will not let herself be wronged."

"You won't feel wronged? I can see from your face that you don't look like you've had a good life," the mother sighed, then turned to Shen Hean and said, "Master, you should also care about our Ning'er. She is a girl, caught in the middle of all the gossip in the palace, what can she do?"

Shen Hean looked up at Shen Runing with a complicated look, but still said nothing. He just responded softly, "Yeah."

Shen Runing concealed the turmoil in her eyes, lowered her eyelids and continued to eat, as if she didn't take it to heart.

After dinner, Shen Runing was about to return to his room. As he walked through the corridor, he suddenly saw Shen Kuo under the moon gate in front of him.

Shen Kuo was more calm and steady than before. The fatigue in his eyes seemed to be less, and his complexion was indeed much better.

The brother and sister had not been alone together for a long time, and Shen Runing couldn't help but feel a little closer to them.

However, the scene of three men with ferocious faces blocking young Shen Kuo in the imperial garden could not help but appear in Shen Runing's mind.

The corners of her eyes gradually became moist and she blinked quickly, trying to hide her emotions.

In order to ease the sadness in her heart, Shen Runing raised her head and joked in a nonchalant manner: "Brother has seldom come back home since Wei Jiuzhao was born! Don't you care about me, your sister?" After saying that, she pretended to be angry.

Shen Kuo looked at her slightly red eyes. How could he not understand that she was hiding her emotions? His heart softened, and he raised his hand to gently rub her head, smiling with a bit of pampering: "You will be the Princess of Ruyang in the future, and you are still acting like a child. How can you be so decent?"

When Shen Runing heard the words "Princess Ruyang", her smile froze slightly and a hint of worry flashed across her eyes.

She hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help but speak: "Brother, I know you don't like Tong Jia's family, let's think of a way..."

Before she could finish her words, Shen Kuo waved his hand and interrupted her.

"Ning'er, don't worry about me. I have my own way." He said it lightly, but his eyes were as deep as water, as if hiding many unspoken secrets.

Shen Runing could hear his forbearance, and couldn't help but clench his fists and whispered: "But, brother..."

Shen Kuo reached out and patted her shoulder, interrupting her: "Ning'er, Tong Jia's family affairs are not as simple as you think..."

Shen Runing opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't say a word of rebuttal.

She knew that Shen Kuo had always made up his mind and it was difficult for others to change it, so she could only grit her teeth and say, "Then you have to promise me that no matter what happens, you must protect yourself."

After Shen Kuo heard this, a soft smile appeared in his eyes: "Okay, big brother promises you."

The brother and sister stood under the moon gate, the breeze carrying the fragrance of early summer locust flowers blew by, and neither of them spoke again.

As the sky gradually darkened, the lights in the courtyard flickered slightly, illuminating their figures. It seemed quiet and warm, but everyone knew that after this brief period of calm, an even more bloody situation was probably waiting for them.

Inside the Yangxin Hall.

"Eunuch Qian, bring the Prince of Xiang to me under cover of night."

"Yes, Your Majesty."