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

In the second half of the night, the sky was covered with dark clouds, the air was very stuffy, and it seemed like it was going to rain.

In the back garden, the lights were dim and the night wind was mixed with thick humidity, pushing the feeling of rain that had not yet fallen to every inch of skin.

The rockery deep in the courtyard is hidden in the shadows, and the occasional chirping of insects adds a sense of dullness and uneasiness.

Tong Jia Ruyan, wearing a plain palace dress, stood in the pavilion, stroking the sandalwood railing with her fingers, her brows slightly furrowed.

His eyes fell on the corridor of the distant courtyard. The sound of footsteps came closer and closer, neat and steady.

Soon, a figure walked out of the darkness.

——We have arrived at Yanglongtan.

Tong Jia Ruyan exhaled lightly, stepped forward, and said calmly, "General."

Yang Longtan walked up to her and asked directly without any greetings, "Feng'er hasn't been home for several days. Have you heard any news about him?"

Tong Jia Ruyan was slightly startled, then shook her head: "No."

"General..."

"The prince... has gone completely crazy."

The night wind blew by, ruffling the hair around Tong Jia Ruyan's ears.

"Eunuch Qian has killed all the servants present."

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the pavilion suddenly became solemn.

Yang Longtan was stunned for a moment and his heart suddenly sank.

The two of them had not seen each other for some time, but they had never expected that when they met again, they would each bring such shocking news.

The night was as dark as ink. The lights flickered slightly, unable to illuminate the expression on Yang Longtan's face. He lowered his eyes in thought, as if he was still savoring the weight of his recent words.

Tong Jia Ruyan collected her thoughts, looked at Yang Longtan, and said in a soothing tone: "Feng'er may just be playing around and went somewhere without telling you."

However, Yang Longtan's eyes became sharper. He shook his head slowly and said firmly, "No."

"The wind never does anything like this."

"Besides, the imperial guards said that he entered the palace a few days ago and never came out again."

Tong Jia Ruyan's breathing stagnated slightly, and ripples of uneasiness arose in her heart.

The palace is now like a quagmire and an abyss. Anyone who steps into it may be swallowed up completely.

Yang Feng is not a powerful person and has never fought or quarreled. Why would he be involved?

who is it?

Who attacked him again?

She was deep in thought but Yang Longtan continued, "Ruyan, the prince is crazy, you have to be careful."

Tong Jia Ruyan nodded slightly, her tone steady: "I know, if he goes crazy, I won't get close to him."

However, Yang Longtan's next words made her break out in a cold sweat.

"It's not the mad prince you have to be careful of."

He put his hand on Tong Jia Ruyan's shoulder, his eyes were sharp, and his tone was low: "It's your Majesty who wants to silence you."

The night was dark and all around was silent, with only the occasional murmur of the wind among the branches and leaves.

Tong Jia Ruyan's breathing stagnated slightly, her fingertips tightened slightly, and her palms felt slightly cool.

It's not that she had not thought about the hidden dangers, but when Yang Longtan said it himself, she realized that she had underestimated the danger of the situation.

Tong Jia Ruyan took a deep breath, suppressed the fear in her heart, and whispered, "Okay... I understand..."

Yang Longtan nodded slightly, but his expression did not soften at all.

"I still want to go find the wind."

The tone was unquestionable, like a fully stretched bowstring, taut to the extreme and ready to explode at any moment.

Tong Jia Ruyan looked at him, with a lot of words in her mind, but she didn't know where to start.

She knew how much Yang Longtan doted on Yang Feng.

Every day in the palace felt like a year to her, and now that a storm was about to come, she felt even more uneasy.

But at this moment, the only thing she could say was a short sentence -

"Okay, General, you should take care of yourself too."

The night wind suddenly grew stronger, dark clouds gathered, and thunder rolled in the sky, like a ferocious beast that had been sleeping for a long time and was slowly waking up.

"Boom——"

The heavy rain, accompanied by thunder, completely broke the false calm.

The falling raindrops wet the eaves and hit the stone slabs, creating tiny water droplets. The air was filled with a moist and oppressive atmosphere.

Tong Jia Ruyan stood there, watching Yang Longtan's back gradually disappear in the rain, and a sense of uneasiness inexplicably welled up in her heart.

She looked down at her palm, and seemed to still feel the warmth of Yang Longtan's palm.

However, it was fleeting.

This storm will sweep across the entire imperial city.

three days later

The storm in Kyoto had just subsided, but the haze had not yet dissipated, and two shocking pieces of news were spreading among the people.

"Have you heard? The eldest daughter of the Ji family, Ji Yun, is dead!"

"Which Ji Yun?"

"Who else could it be? The one that His Majesty has chosen!"

"Hiss—this is really not a good sign."

"That's right! Plus, the prince is crazy. I heard that his symptoms are almost exactly the same as those of Prince Ruyang back then..."

"Prince Ruyang? That's the one...?"

"Hush! Keep your voice down! How can we discuss such things casually?"

For a time, everyone in Kyoto felt insecure, and undercurrents were surging in the court.

The news of the prince's madness had not yet subsided, and Ji Yun's death caused new waves.

What is most frightening is that these two things seem to have one thing in common - they are inextricably linked to the royal family.

——The political situation will change.

Shen Runing's mansion was surprisingly quiet.

In the center of this storm, she lived unusually comfortably, almost unscathed.

Eunuch Qian had come several times and tried to inquire indirectly, but Shen Runing simply spat out a few mouthfuls of blood and pretended to be extremely weak, so that the other party didn't even want to test him.

The palace has always been taboo about bad luck, especially at this critical juncture, no one wants to be branded as someone who is "desperate for life".

Therefore, Eunuch Qian came again and again, but in the end he had no choice but to give up.

But Shen Runing didn't understand——

Why did the eldest princess Luo Yuwen call her a bitch?

She and Luo Yuwen had nothing to do with each other. The other party suddenly scolded her, which must be because of something she had not noticed.

Liu Qing came back early the next morning after he went to Ruifu Palace. Luo Yuyao said that although the handwriting was imitated from Prince Ruyang in every way, it was still vaguely recognizable as Luo Yuwen's handwriting.

If Shen Runing hadn't tried to stop him, the reckless Liu Qing would have really rushed over.

After pondering for a long time, Shen Runing spread out the rice paper, ground the brush, and wrote a line of big characters with a smile.

After drying it, he sprinkled some white powder on it, rolled it up and handed it to Liu Qing: "Send it to Luo Yuwen's bedroom."

Although I don’t know why I was scolded, I can’t be scolded for nothing!

-

After spending a night of passion with Yang Feng a few days ago, Luo Yuwen turned Yang Feng into fertilizer.

Yang Feng, who was nearly 1.9 meters tall, has now turned into a pile of white ashes at Luo Yuwen's feet.

She lowered her eyes, looking at the remaining ashes, a slight smile appeared on the corners of her mouth. She stretched out her slender fingers and gently fiddled with them. Her fingertips brushed across the fine dust, and she felt the fragility of complete extinction.

The house was filled with a faint floral scent and the air was sweet, as if this was not a filthy place but a carefully cared-for garden.

There are countless flower pots displayed all around, with various precious flowers in full bloom, gorgeous and tempting. The creamy petals tremble slightly in the breeze, as if responding to the owner's joy.

Luo Yuwen chuckled, his tone carrying a bit of lazy satisfaction: "It seems that my babies like this fertilizer very much."