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

When the words "The Emperor has arrived" were spoken, everyone in the room held their breath, and even the air seemed to be frozen.

The wind outside swept through the courtyard, gently swaying the flowers and plants in the courtyard, but it could not cover up the approaching footsteps.

Steady and powerful footsteps were heard outside the hall, slowly approaching, and then a figure in bright yellow appeared at the door.

The emperor's temples had a few more white hairs than before. Although he had taken good care of himself, his once sharp eyes could not hide his fatigue and vicissitudes.

He wore a bright yellow dragon robe with a five-clawed golden dragon as the main pattern. His shoulders, chest and cuffs were inlaid with fine gold thread auspicious cloud patterns. A glazed jade pendant hung around his waist, shining brightly, and his steps were full of dragon energy.

He was twisting a string of sandalwood Buddhist beads in his right hand, stroking the beads slowly with his fingertips, his eyes were calm and deep, as if he knew everything.

Eunuch Qian, who followed behind him, bent over, holding a whisk in his hand, and stepped into the palace gate carefully, fearing that he would accidentally disturb the majestic atmosphere.

The palace servants who had been eavesdropping outside the door just now had already fled in all directions, not daring to leave even their shadows behind.

In the room, several people stood up hurriedly, knelt down in unison with their clothes fluttering, and touched their foreheads to the ground. They said in a respectful and uniform voice: "Your Majesty."

The emperor stood at the door, looking at everyone without saying a word. His calm expression gave people an inexplicable sense of oppression.

After a moment, he stepped in, walked to the main seat in the middle and sat down, placed the Buddhist beads in his hand on the table, lowered his head and adjusted the hem of his dragon robe. His movements were neither hurried nor slow, but revealed a sense of calmness and majesty.

As he sat down, the air seemed even heavier, making it almost hard to breathe.

His eyes swept towards Imperial Concubine Jing calmly, and his voice was deep and meaningful: "Imperial Concubine Jing, it's quite lively here."

Then, he turned his gaze to the queen, and raised his voice slightly: "Why is the queen here too?"

The queen clenched her teeth, her back straightened, and she raised her eyes slightly to meet the emperor's gaze. She replied in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, I came to Ruifu Palace to find the Sixth Prince."

"Hmm..." The emperor responded in a low voice, and no emotion could be heard.

Then, he turned his gaze to Rong Guipin who was standing beside him. Seeing her tearful appearance, he frowned and said in a gentle tone, "Rong Guipin, why are you here too?"

Upon hearing this, Concubine Rong raised her tearful eyes and looked at the emperor, her expression aggrieved and weak.

"Your Majesty..." Her voice trembled slightly and she burst into tears as soon as she opened her mouth. Song Ren, who was beside her, hurried forward to support her and helped her kneel down beside the emperor.

Rong Guipin slowly moved to the front of the emperor, knelt on the ground, raised her drooping face slightly, gently brushed her jade hand on the emperor's knees, and sobbed: "Your concubine... Your concubine..."

The emperor looked at her pitiful appearance, and his heart softened. He raised his hand to cover the back of her hand, and his tone softened a little: "What's the matter? If you have any grievances, please tell me slowly."

Song Ren spoke before Rong Guipin, knelt down and kowtowed, his voice choked with sobs: "Your Majesty, the Sixth Prince has been overstepping his bounds towards Rong Guipin many times, and his behavior is frivolous. Your Majesty can't stand it anymore!"

"Your Majesty, please make the decision for the Queen!"

Hearing this, the emperor's eyes darkened a little, and he looked at Song Ren deeply, then lowered his eyes and asked, "How long has this maid been with you?"

Rong Guipin wiped the tears from her eyes and whispered back, "Your Majesty, it's been almost ten years."

The emperor tapped his fingers on the armrest, his eyes lowered, as if in deep thought.

After a while.

"It's been ten years and you still don't know the rules. Rong Guipin has wasted all the years of teaching you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned to Eunuch Qian and said, "Drag him away and beat him to death with sticks."

Eunuch Qian bowed and replied, "Yes, Your Majesty."

Then he waved his hand outside, and several eunuchs came in one after another and dragged Song Ren out with expressionless faces.

Song Ren was so frightened that her face turned pale and she kowtowed desperately to beg for mercy, but before she could say a few more words, dull sounds of beatings and shrill screams were heard outside the door.

Everyone in the room lowered their heads and no one dared to make a sound.

Rong Guipin knelt before the emperor's knees, but a hidden light flashed in her eyes. Then she raised her head and sobbed softly, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for disciplining the servants for me..."

The emperor looked down at her and sighed, "Don't be sad, Concubine Rong. I will ask the Ministry of Internal Affairs to send you a few young maids later."

Concubine Rong gently placed her head on the emperor's lap. Her soft hair fell down, interweaving with the intricate patterns of the dragon robe to form a touching picture.

she choked.

The emperor looked down at her weak and dependent appearance, his eyes flickering, and sighed softly: "Okay, don't cry." Although the words were soft, his eyes were cold and carried a deep meaning that was difficult to fathom.

Concubine Rong turned her head to look at Mingyue beside her, and there seemed to be a hint in her eyes.

"Xunbei."

The Sixth Prince, who was kneeling on the ground, finally couldn't help but tremble. His body was stiff, and his hands were propped on the cold tiles, as if he couldn't bear the overwhelming pressure.

He gritted his teeth and turned around with difficulty, his voice as dry as gravel: "Father...Father..."

The emperor's gaze shifted from Rong Guipin's face to the Sixth Prince. His eyes were as bright as lightning, deep and sharp.

He raised his hand slightly, signaling Eunuch Qian to stop fanning. The whole hall suddenly became quiet, and even the sound of the wind seemed particularly clear.

"Your mother, Imperial Concubine Jing, has been confined by me. Do you have any complaints?"

The Sixth Prince lowered his head and his Adam's apple rolled, as if he was trying to calm the fear and anxiety in his heart.

His voice trembled slightly, but he tried his best to pretend to be submissive: "Father, you are the Son of Heaven. You must have your reasons for any decision... I dare not complain."

The queen was still kneeling on the ground. She knew that the emperor came here not to make the decision for Rong Guipin, but to suppress her.

Concubine Jing, Concubine Jing, I really envy you for having a good father.

You cannot stroke a tiger's hair in the opposite direction.

"Hmm..." The emperor nodded.

Then he shifted his gaze, looked around, and spoke lightly.

"So, is there anything else going on in Ruifu Palace now?"

Outside the hall, Song Ren's wailing had disappeared, replaced by a depressing silence and a faint smell of blood in the air.

Everyone in the hall held their breath and dared not make a sound.

"Queen, answer me."

The Queen clenched her hands tightly and took a deep breath: "Your Majesty, there is no…"

However, before she finished her words, Mingyue, who had been as quiet as a chicken, suddenly stood up with abrupt and violent movements, and rushed to the middle of the hall like a madman.

Her eyes were red as she stared at the emperor, her voice trembling but sharp: "Your Majesty! The Sixth Prince has not only usurped the throne to Concubine Rong."

"he still……"

"He was also having an affair with the deceased noble lady You Ran!"