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

The figure finally stood beside the two of them, the moonlight shining on him, revealing a cold face. Then, a familiar voice came -

"I'm sorry to disturb Miss Shen. My name is Cang Ai..."

Before Cang Ai's voice fell, a sharp sword wind pierced his head.

He quickly leaned back, barely avoiding the attack, turned suddenly, and retreated steadily to the side. When he raised his eyes, he saw a familiar face floating among the shadows of the trees.

That was Liu Qing, staring at him with embarrassment on his face, the sword in his hand slightly tilted, obviously he had attacked in haste just now.

Cang Ai raised his eyebrows and whispered, "Liu Qing, I guess this is a misunderstanding?"

Liu Qing and Chun Zhi had some awkwardness these days, and Liu Qing was a little distracted.

Liu Qing awkwardly put away his sword, put it back into the scabbard steadily, and coughed lightly to try to cover up his previous gaffe: "Cang Ai, why are you here suddenly?"

Before he finished speaking, hurried footsteps were heard in the bushes in the distance, and Chunzhi and Qiuzhi hurried over with lanterns in hand.

The light was dim, but it illuminated their anxious faces.

"Miss, are you okay?" Chunzhi spoke first, his voice trembling slightly.

"Miss..." Qiu Zhize anxiously checked around Shen Runing and only breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that she was not injured.

Shen Runing shook her head slightly and said soothingly: "I'm fine, it was just a false alarm."

Liu Qing scratched his head, looked at Cang Ai a little embarrassedly, then turned to Shen Runing and said, "I was careless just now. I thought someone was attacking me..."

Cang Ai didn't take it seriously, he smiled slightly, then bowed and said respectfully: "Sorry to disturb you all."

Shen Runing asked: "Why did you come here suddenly?"

"I am here to help Miss Shen, under the order of the prince."

……

The sword wind dissipated and the night returned to calm again.

The wind blew gently through the woods in the distance, and the shadows of the trees swayed and rustled, as if the tension just now was just an illusion.

The moonlight was still cold and clear, casting the shadows of several people on the ground, stretching them long and still, like a solidified painting.

It falls at night and rises during the day.

The emperor's temper was particularly bad these days, and a depressing atmosphere permeated the entire Forbidden City.

Several young eunuchs were dragged out and beaten to death because they accidentally angered the emperor, and the palace servants became more and more cautious.

Eunuch Qian was extremely alert at this time. Cold sweat oozed from his forehead. He held the teacup steadily in his hand, fearing that one mistake would result in him being beaten.

"Your Majesty, have some tea."

Eunuch Qian bent his waist, lowered his head, and moved as lightly as a cat. He walked into the Hall of Mental Cultivation carefully and placed the teacup steadily on the desk.

He didn't even dare to look up for a second, for fear that his gaze would anger the emperor.

The emperor sat behind the desk, his face gloomy, his brows slightly frowned, his eyes fixed on a piece of paper, as if he was thinking about something, or as if he was still furious.

He ignored Eunuch Qian and just waved his slender fingers casually.

Eunuch Qian quickly took two steps back and whispered, "If your majesty has any instructions, I will be waiting outside the door."

After saying this, he retreated as if relieved. Just as he was about to close the door gently, he heard the emperor's voice again.

"The tea is cold, change it."

The emperor's voice was deep and low, like the dark clouds pressing down on the sky, as if a rainstorm would pour down in the next second.

Eunuch Qian's heart suddenly jumped, and he hurriedly bent down and answered carefully: "Yes, Your Majesty."

He turned around quickly, lifted his sleeves, and walked back to the desk in small steps. He carefully put away the cold teacup, his movements as gentle as if he was holding a fragile treasure.

Despite this, he still felt that his back was soaked with cold sweat, and even his fingertips were slightly chilly.

"Your Majesty, please wait a moment. I will change it right away." Eunuch Qian said in a low voice, and stepped back respectfully, but heard an almost inaudible snort from the emperor.

"stop."

Eunuch Qian's steps paused, and the cold sweat on his forehead became more dense. He immediately stopped, turned around and lowered his head. He didn't dare to ask more questions, but just listened with his head bowed.

The emperor moved his gaze away from the note. He raised his hand and casually picked up the Buddhist beads on the table. He slowly turned them one by one. The low "tapping" sound echoed in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, as if hitting people's hearts, making them feel palpitating and uneasy.

"Da da da……"

Eunuch Qian's face grew paler and paler, and he almost held his breath, fearing that the depressing silence would be broken.

The emperor lowered his eyes, looked at the Buddhist beads in his hand, and said in a low voice: "How many years have you served me?"

When Eunuch Qian heard this, he quickly bowed and replied, "Your Majesty, it is already the twentieth year now."

"It's been twenty years..." The voice seemed thoughtful, and the Buddhist beads in his hand were still turning. "I have a bad temper. You usually serve me well, but if one day, you make a mistake like those useless servants, what do you think I will do?"

Eunuch Qian was shocked, fell to his knees with a thud, and kowtowed heavily: "I would rather die than do this! Your Majesty is so gracious, I dare not neglect you in the slightest. If I make the slightest mistake, I will be sentenced to death!"

The emperor did not speak again. His eyes were still fixed on the Buddhist beads. His fingertips gently turned them. The sound of the beads colliding was like dripping water, shattering the silence in the hall.

After a long time, he finally raised his eyes and said calmly: "Get up and go change the tea."

Eunuch Qian was as if he had been pardoned. He hurriedly said yes, stood up tremblingly, and carefully left the Palace of Tranquil Longevity.

The wind outside the door blew in his face, and he realized that his clothes, which had been soaked with sweat, were sticking to his back, and he looked like he had been fished out of the water.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve. As expected, living with the king is like living with a tiger.

Inside the hall, the emperor turned his attention back to the three words on the note on the desk.

"I am incompetent."

The emperor suddenly laughed.

"Are you, King Jing'an, incompetent, or... you don't want to kill?"

"Is Luo Mian so difficult to kill?"

Eunuch Qian came back trembling with fear, holding the teacup. His hands were shaking so much that the tea was rippling slightly in the cup.

He suppressed the fear in his heart and walked into the Palace of Tranquil Longevity carefully. His steps were very light, and every step seemed to be walking on the edge of a knife. The slightest mistake would lead to eternal damnation.

"Your Majesty, the tea is here." He lowered his head and his voice trembled, like a quail with its neck grabbed.

He slowly placed the teacup on the desk, fearing that he might accidentally make a noise and anger the emperor. The dense beads of cold sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks, but he didn't dare to wipe them off. He could only grit his teeth and pretend to be calm. His knees were slightly weak, as if he would fall to the ground at any time.

The emperor raised his eyes slightly and glanced at him coldly.

"I haven't seen Concubine Jing for a long time."

Eunuch Qian spoke immediately.

"I will go and call the Imperial Concubine right away."

The emperor nodded.

Prince Jing'an's weakness finally came in handy.