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

Chapter 302: Los Angeles

At this point, the news that "Prince Ruyang died on the battlefield" swept across the entire capital like a hurricane.

The paper-folding shops and gold paper stores were emptied out. The front of the Shen Mansion was filled with various sacrificial items. White silk was hung high, the mourning hall was solemn, and there were even curious people standing at the door of the Shen Mansion looking in, wanting to see the Shen family's reaction.

What is even more shocking is that as the news spread, some officials in the court tentatively submitted memorials to the palace to inquire about the truth of the matter, but the palace has not responded yet.

The atmosphere suddenly became weird.

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Afternoon, Yangxin Palace.

The sun was high in the sky, the air was filled with sandalwood, and the emperor sat behind a dragon desk. His eyes fell on the letter spread out in front of the table, but he did not read it for a long time.

His fingertips were still unconsciously stroking the jade pendant, his eyes deep.

Tanying has not returned yet.

He needed a definite answer.

If Tan Ying saw Luo Mian's head with his own eyes, then the game would be completely over.

At this moment, hurried footsteps were heard outside the hall.

Eunuch Qian walked into the hall quickly, bowed and whispered:

"Your Majesty, Empress Dowager Shouren has sent me here to pass on a message, asking Your Majesty to go to Shouren Palace."

The emperor frowned slightly, seeming a little surprised.

"Ok?"

He raised his eyes to look at Eunuch Qian and said in a steady voice: "Did the Queen Mother say anything?"

Eunuch Qian shook his head and said respectfully, "The eunuch who came to deliver the message did not say it clearly."

The emperor tapped his fingers twice on the dragon table, then looked out the window.

The sunlight shines through the window lattice and falls on the ground, mottled and bright.

He has been busy these days and has not been out. Now that the weather is good, he can go out for a walk.

After thinking for a moment, the emperor slowly stood up and waved to Eunuch Qian.

Eunuch Qian bowed and responded immediately, then turned around and shouted, "Go to Shouren Palace!"

The eunuchs in the outer hall moved quickly, and the emperor's sedan chair was quickly prepared and moved smoothly all the way to Shouren Palace.

The corridor in the palace.

There was a hint of dryness in the air in the summer afternoon, and cicadas were hiding under the eaves of the palace, chirping wildly as if they were tireless.

The emperor's sedan chair moved between the red walls and green tiles. The golden curtains swayed slightly. Through the gaps, one could see the palace servants standing on both sides bowing their heads respectfully, not daring to look directly at him.

When I reached the corridor outside Changchun Palace, suddenly, a figure came into view.

"See Your Majesty."

The voice was soft and clear, with a hint of cautious submissiveness.

The emperor glanced slightly to the side and saw a woman in a scarlet palace skirt kneeling in front of him and saluting.

The person who came was the noble lady Chunhong.

The emperor had not seen Concubine Jing since he scolded her in Ruifu Palace that day. When they met suddenly now, he felt that she was much thinner than before, as if she would fall down if the wind blew.

She wore no makeup and was dressed simply. Compared with her former appearance of being adorned with jewels and precious stones, she seemed somewhat frail and helpless.

"Noble Lady Chunhong." The emperor spoke lightly, without any warmth in his tone.

"Are you waiting for me here?"

Concubine Chunhong trembled slightly, and quickly bowed her head and knelt down, her voice soft and tender.

"I dreamt of Your Majesty last night. In my dream, thousands of lights were lit. Your Majesty stood in the light and waved to me..."

Her eyelashes trembled slightly, as if she was recalling the scene in her dream, and her tone became softer and softer.

"But when I woke up, the palace was deserted and the candlelight had gone out. I then understood that everything is in the will of heaven."

She lowered her eyes slightly, not daring to look directly at the emperor's expression.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

The emperor said nothing, but just looked at her quietly.

This pair of eyebrows and eyes vaguely bears the shadow of the predecessors...

The originally calm mood seemed to be gently stirred by the words of Concubine Chunhong, causing a ripple.

He calmly withdrew his gaze and said in a calm voice: "You should do your duty well."

Concubine Chunhong's lips trembled slightly, and the slightly red corners of her eyes seemed to reflect the tears that had yet to fall, revealing a touch of touching sadness.

"I shouldn't have asked for it, but I couldn't control my heart..."

Having said this, he seemed to realize his own gaffe, and stopped abruptly, bowing deeply.

Then she slowly stood up, bowed and stepped back, taking slow steps.

The emperor watched her leave with a heavy look in his eyes, and finally did not speak again.

At that moment, his heart was actually suspended by her.

He originally didn't intend to look at her any more, but her eyes and eyebrows, which were very similar to those of her ancestors, coupled with such a sad posture, made it impossible to ignore her easily.

Not until the figure of Concubine Chunhong completely disappeared at the end of the corridor did the emperor withdraw his gaze and give a faint order.

"move on."

Eunuch Qian bowed his head and responded, then ordered his men to lift the sedan chair and head towards Shouren Palace.

Perhaps no one noticed, but Eunuch Qian knew it very well - Concubine Chunhong had regained her favor.

The emperor clearly just said a few words and didn't even turn around, but that moment of pause was already the best signal.

Eunuch Qian lowered his eyes and thought, wondering what to send over later to show his attitude.

Spices, silks, or a few boxes of the palace's latest snacks?

While he was thinking about it, the sedan chair had already stopped.

"Your Majesty, we have arrived at Shouren Palace."

Shouren Palace is located in the deepest part of the imperial palace, with a secluded courtyard.

However, today Shouren Palace is filled with an unusually tense atmosphere.

As soon as the emperor stepped into the main hall, he noticed something was wrong.

Inside the front hall, Empress Dowager Shouren sat in the main seat, wearing a phoenix crown, hairpins and rings, and luxurious clothes, but her eyes were full of solemnity and her face was as cold as ice.

In front of her, a slender figure was kneeling on the ground, with her arms tightly clamped by two eunuchs, unable to break free.

That person was none other than Concubine Rong.

She has always been known for her gentleness and kindness, and for her dedication to her duties, but at this moment she was wearing a plain palace dress, her hair was messy, and a few strands of hair were stuck to her forehead, making her look haggard.

His hands were tightly held, his fingertips were slightly white, as if he had struggled but to no avail.

The emperor frowned suddenly, stepped forward, and asked in confusion: "Madam, what are you doing?"

After saying this, he did not hesitate any longer and quickly stepped forward, wanting to help Concubine Rong up with his own hands.

However, the moment he stretched out his hand——

"boom--"

A teacup fell violently to the ground, porcelain pieces scattering everywhere. The fragments rolled to the emperor's feet, splashing some residual tea, and the rich tea fragrance instantly filled the hall.

"Emperor! You are truly blinded!"

The voice of Empress Dowager Shouren was sharp and angry, echoing in the hall, shocking the palace servants inside and causing them to bow their heads and hold their breath, not daring to speak.

The emperor paused for a moment, "What do you mean, Madam?"

Glancing at the palace maids around her, the Queen Mother said, "All of you, go down!"

A few seconds later, only the three of them were left.

"What do you mean?" Empress Dowager Shouren sneered and stood up, "Look at yourself, what kind of person do you have by your side!"

"Did I ever advise you before? You can't keep this woman!"

The emperor's gaze slowly turned to Concubine Rong.

She was still kneeling on the ground, her body trembling slightly, her head lowered.

"Your servant... Your servant is innocent..." Her voice was weak and choked with sobs.

"Unfair?" Empress Dowager Shouren snorted coldly and slapped the armrest fiercely. Her tone was as cold as frost. "At this point, you still want to quibble!"

The emperor's eyes became more and more serious. He swept across the hall and his gaze fell on the side of Empress Dowager Shouren. He was shocked to find that there were several pieces of silk scattered on the ground, with a few lines of small regular script faintly visible on them.

He said in a deep voice: "Madam, if you have anything to say, please speak frankly."

Empress Dowager Shouren took a deep breath, as if she was trying her best to suppress her anger, then she suddenly raised her hand, and several pieces of silk fell in front of the emperor.

Empress Dowager Shouren had never lost her composure like this before.

The emperor picked it up curiously, unfolded it and his brows instantly frowned.

The writing on the silk is clearly legible.

"Los Angeles, Los Angeles, Los Angeles, Los Angeles, Los Angeles..."

The silk was filled with the name of the late crown prince.

In Luocheng, the late crown prince suddenly died.

The emperor's brother.