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

"You are tied to the rules of etiquette? You fall wherever the wind blows!"

"Are you worshipping the ancestral temple? You are worshipping the emperor's grace, the man sitting on the dragon throne in the court!"

"Old man!!"

The Minister of Rites was so angry that he was shaking and his hands were unstable.

“…You are slandering me!!”

-

Among the ministers in the hall, some were stunned, while others gasped.

Some people even quietly moved their knees outward, as if they couldn't wait to escape from this suffocating palace.

Jiang Wange - this name was like a thunderbolt striking everyone's mind.

Your Majesty's 'White Moonlight' was...made by Your Majesty himself...?

at last.

The emperor slowly stood up.

He looked down at others with a calm expression, even a hint of pity.

"Wei Qing."

"I think you have talent, so I have always indulged you a little."

"But you acted like this in the court today. Do you want me to save you? Or—"

The voice paused, as if smiling but not laughing.

"You want me to send you to death?"

Everyone was as silent as a cicada.

Wei Jiuzhao stood where he was, his eyes meeting the emperor's directly.

The emperor walked down the imperial steps step by step.

"You believed what you saw in your dream?"

"Then if someone dreams that your Wei family ancestors rebelled and slaughtered the emperor."

"Then can I believe it too?"

Wei Jiuzhao suddenly chuckled.

"rebellion?"

"Lord Tu?"

The sound was not loud, but it was like dropping water into boiling oil, exploding instantly.

"Your Majesty, are you talking about the Wei family?"

"still--"

"You two are mother and son?"

!!!

The emperor's expression finally changed.

Hidden beneath the expression at that moment was not surprise, but a murderous intent that was cold enough to penetrate the bones.

He finally stopped, and the two were not far apart.

"I'll ask you again."

"Do you know what you're talking about?"

Wei Jiuzhao looked straight at the emperor without taking a single step back.

"of course."

The emperor looked gloomy and said in a deep voice.

"Do you believe—"

Wei Jiuzhao suddenly took a step forward.

"letter!"

The voice suddenly rose, interrupting the emperor's words.

"I believe in reincarnation!"

"Believe in karma."

"If the late emperor still has a soul in heaven, how could he let go of the person who killed him?"

"Jiang Wange died with her eyes open. How could she be willing to remain silent underground for a thousand years?!"

"His Majesty!"

Wei Jiuzhao looked up at the emperor, his eyes shining.

"You want to sacrifice human blood to heaven, what is your intention?"

The tone suddenly sank.

"Is it to exorcise evil spirits?"

"Or is it to cover up the crime?!"

--boom! !

The entire court suddenly lost control!

But Wei Jiuzhao didn't care, he walked closer to the emperor step by step.

The sound became more and more crazy.

"She said, 'You climb higher and higher step by step, and you cut off the loyal bones step by step.'"

"His Majesty."

Wei Jiuzhao suddenly stopped talking and murmured softly.

"she asked me."

"The emperor is ruthless, and the people are hopeless."

"Is this day... still worthy of being sacrificed?"

The emperor stopped.

In front of him, Wei Jiuzhao's clothes were disheveled and his eyes were blazing, as if the wronged souls of the past were burning in his eyes.

There was silence in the hall.

No one dared to breathe.

Wei Jiuzhao's angry questions seemed to plow through the flesh of the corrupt court, exposing the deepest black blood in broad daylight.

And the emperor.

Still expressionless.

But the five fingers hanging at his sides had slowly tightened, and the veins were bulging.

Suddenly he turned his head and looked at the leader of the imperial guards at the corner of the palace.

Just a glance.

——No words needed.

The leader of the imperial guards' face suddenly darkened and he shouted coldly.

"Someone come!——"

"Capture Wei Jiuzhao!"

"Yes!!"

In an instant, murderous aura filled the sky!

----

On the corner eaves of Fengtian Hall.

Yunshui scratched his head.

"Mu Shan, isn't Wei Jiuzhao... a little too fast?"

"I don't even think it's necessary to go to such great lengths."

"As long as the master gave him a dagger, I feel he could pin the emperor to the throne and kill him..."

Mu Shan was silent for a moment and slowly shook his head.

"I don't quite understand."

"He... probably has his own ideas..."

Yunshui nodded.

"Mushan, you make sense."

"But, look, so many imperial guards have already captured him..."

"Should we help?"

Mu Shan instantly recovered from his shock at Wei Jiuzhao's actions.

"help!"

"Help!"

“Hurry up!!”

-

Wei Jiuzhao Small Theater:

"Kuoer..."

The light in the room was dim, and the candle was only half burned.

Wei Jiuzhao was like a resentful dog, clinging to the edge of the bed with his face almost touching it.

"I want……"

Shen Kuo had his back to him, wearing a dark blue undershirt, and the lines of his shoulder blades were clearly visible in the candlelight.

"sleep."

The voice was as cold as the first snow in the north.

Wei Jiuzhao blinked, then immediately pursed his lips in grievance.

"Kuoer..."

"Just once..."

"Just once, okay?"

Shen Kuo's voice was still cold.

"Did you forget that you have something important to do tomorrow?"

Wei Jiuzhao suddenly fell silent.

But... he really wanted to.

He gritted his teeth and whispered again.

"If things are over tomorrow, can we... do that?"

After a few moments of silence, Shen Kuo sighed.

"……Correct."

The next moment, an invisible light bulb lit up in Wei Jiuzhao's head.

"okay!"

"Ku'er keeps his word!!"

"hey-hey……"