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

As he spoke, the corners of Tong Jiasuo's mouth lifted slightly, revealing a meaningful smile, as if he was chewing on some memorable past events.

He paused, then added casually, his voice soft.

“Those days back then are really nostalgic.”

"Jiang Wange is so beautiful and talented that even the Emperor of Bei Ming would find it hard to forget her."

These words were spoken slowly and unhurriedly, but they were like a huge rock thrown into the already restless lake in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, causing ripples.

The emperor's fingers clenched unconsciously, and the joints turned faintly white.

The veins on his forehead were throbbing, and his eyes were deep and depressed as if a storm was brewing. Tong Jiasuo's words were like poisonous needles piercing his heart, leaving him no room to turn against her.

He took a deep breath and slowly moved his hands away from the table. He still managed to maintain a smile on his face, but his tone was a little colder than before.

"Sikong has a really good memory. He even remembers the trivial matters of the past so clearly. But now..." The emperor paused, his eyes cold, "You should also think about your daughter's status. She is my queen."

When Tong Jiasuo heard this, a smile flashed across his eyes, as if he did not hear the warning in the emperor's words.

He shook his head slowly, his tone was full of emotion and nonchalance: "So what if she is the queen? Everyone has their own destiny. Why should I consider her? I only consider myself."

The smile on the emperor's face finally froze a little. He tapped the table lightly with his fingers. The sound was like an alarm bell, but he still did not attack.

He knew that Tong Jiasuo was not an ordinary minister. If it were not for the help of this man and the Emperor of Beiming, how could he ascend the throne by stepping on the corpses of his father and brothers?

Because of this, he also knew that the Tong Jiasuo in front of him was an old fox who was old but still capable of biting people.

The atmosphere in the hall became increasingly depressing. The smoke from the incense in the incense burner seemed to cover the confrontation between the two and blur their expressions.

Tong Jiasuo seemed to enjoy the silence at the moment.

He stood up, put his hands behind his back and paced a few steps. His eyes swept across the gorgeous furnishings in the palace, and he smiled softly, as if he recalled something funny: "Your Majesty, back then Jiang Wange ran around the yard happily, her clothes were torn, her shoes were lost, and she hid in the corridor crying her eyes out."

Then she stopped, turned around, and looked at the emperor with a half-smile, her eyes carrying some indescribable meaning: "Poor girl, later on the bed, she kept calling your Majesty's nickname, asking you to save her."

The emperor could no longer remain calm, and the Buddhist beads in his hand fell to the ground with a "pop" and broke into several scattered beads.

His eyes were as sharp as knives as he stared at Tong Jiasuo, the suppressed anger in his eyes almost bursting out.

Tong Jiasuo showed no fear when seeing this, and even laughed even more happily.

He leaned forward slightly and said in a low but clear voice: "I have been idle for many years and have remembered a lot of things. I hope Your Majesty can also remember that some things in the past cannot be erased by just one sentence."

After he finished speaking, he stood up, his expression as calm as usual, as if he had just been chatting about family matters.

Then, without waiting for the emperor to speak, he calmly bowed and said, "If your majesty has nothing else to say, I will take my leave first."

"Oh, Emperor Bei Ming said that he is also very interested in Ji Yun."

"Hahaha!"

Then, he turned around and left.

The hall fell silent again, with only wisps of smoke rising from the incense burner, outlining a strange picture.

The emperor's gaze was still fixed on the door, as if Tong Jiasuo's calm figure had not left. After a long time, he slowly moved his gaze back to the Buddhist beads scattered on the ground.

The Buddhist beads on the ground looked very much like his situation back then - broken into pieces and shattered.

He bent down, picked up a Buddhist bead, and with a little force from his fingertips, he crushed the bead into pieces.

The fragrance of agarwood suddenly became stronger. He looked at the sawdust on his fingertips and a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Back then?" He repeated softly, his tone frighteningly calm, yet full of chill, "Back then, I was just a prince with nothing who could die at any time, but now..."

He stood up straight, looking down at the broken beads on the ground, his eyes becoming more sinister, "Tong Jiasuo, things are different now."

He walked back to the dragon throne, sat down, and leaned back, as if lost in thought.

But then he spoke slowly, in a low voice, as if he was talking to himself, or as if he was announcing to the air: "Tong Jiasuo, it's time to settle accounts with you."

He raised his hand, brushed the memorials on the table, and said with a cold smile: "Don't you like that kind of thing? Well..."

His eyes suddenly turned cold, and his fingers slowly tapped the table, each tap carrying a sense of determination, "Then I'll let you have your fill this time."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stood up abruptly and said coldly to the outside of the hall: "Come in."

When Eunuch Qian heard the call, he immediately ran in happily, reaching out to straighten his hat as he ran, looking as cautious as ever.

He fell to his knees with a thud and shouted, "The old slave is here!"

The emperor raised his hand slightly to signal, and said in a deep voice, with a hint of fatigue and deep thought: "Come here."

Eunuch Qian raised his head cautiously and was shocked when he saw the emperor's gloomy eyes.

He hunched over, slowly stood up, and then carefully moved to the emperor's side, like a little mouse ready to escape at any time.

The emperor leaned forward slightly, close to Eunuch Qian's ear, and spoke in a low voice, slowly falling like a cold wind blowing past his ears.

The more Eunuch Qian listened, the more unbelievable the expression on his face became. He tried hard to control his expression, but he couldn't help but tremble.

"Yes... yes, Your Majesty..." He nodded repeatedly, with cold sweat on his forehead.

"Then... then I will go... find some top-quality Yin-replenishing herbs and send them to Lord Sikong's residence..." Eunuch Qian turned around and was about to leave before he finished his words.

The emperor waved his hand coldly, as if he was being nonchalant, but also as if he had some deep meaning: "Wait."

Eunuch Qian was startled when he heard this, and he quickly stopped, turned around and half-bent over, his face full of caution and fear: "Your Majesty, do you have any other instructions?"

The emperor turned his gaze to the almost burnt-out palace lantern beside the desk, and said in a cold voice: "Call the queen over."

Eunuch Qian was stunned for a moment, then he replied in a low voice: "Yes, I will go right away."

After saying this, he quickly left the hall, his steps brisk but unable to conceal his surprise and doubt.

After he left, the hall fell silent again.

The emperor raised his hand and stroked the broken beads on the table. His eyes were as deep as the abyss, and a meaningful sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, like a vicious wolf that had been silent for many years and finally showed its fangs.

"Tong Jiasuo..." He murmured in a low voice, his voice like the drifting cold wind, "I will let you know how to repay the debt from that year."

The agarwood in the incense burner gradually burned out, and the curling green smoke swirled upward, as if adding an unfathomable footnote to this storm.