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

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Inside the Fengtian Hall, murderous intent took shape.

The dagger was only an inch away from the emperor's dragon robe, and there was a look of crazy pleasure in Eunuch Wang's eyes.

But at that moment——

The emperor's face, which was originally confused and with empty eyes, suddenly became clear.

He instantly turned around and firmly grasped Eunuch Wang's wrist, his voice actually containing a smile.

"You've been in the Imperial Court for so many years, just for this day, right?"

"Who is it... Let me think about who you are?"

Eunuch Wang froze in place, not even able to retract his murderous intent.

"Are you Hao Yuehua, the second daughter of the Hao family, your lover's brother?"

"Tsk tsk...the purification room I entered with Qian Peicheng must have been hidden for many years."

Before he could finish his words, the emperor stabbed the eunuch Wang in the heart with his dagger.

Eunuch Wang staggered to the ground, blood gushing out of his chest, but he was still hanging on to his breath and died with his eyes open.

The emperor turned and looked at Concubine Yan.

"Why don't you come and show some concern?"

"Aren't you in the same group?"

Concubine Yan trembled, and after a moment, the hypocritical look on her face suddenly collapsed.

Instead, there was hatred that almost burst her.

Zhou Hui slowly retreated.

Emperor? Pretending?

The Fengtian Hall was extremely quiet, the quietest among several quiet atmospheres.

The emperor turned and looked at Zhou Hui.

"Wei Lin, Wei Lin... They say Taoist priests don't get involved in power struggles, but you're different."

"So you're working for the King of Xiang?"

"Or for..."

The emperor narrowed his eyes and spoke in a voice like thunder.

"Luo Mosheng!"

Zhou Hui's face changed.

?

It’s over.

But it’s not all over.

You can still save it.

The emperor's words made Zhou Hui's brain freeze and he didn't know how to respond.

Just when I was thinking about how to edit it.

The emperor spoke again.

"Ah."

"It's fine that the Xiang King, Luo Yu, covets the throne."

"Where does that bastard Luo Mosheng get the courage from?"

"Hmm? Concubine Yan?"

"You taught me that?"

The ministers were stunned.

Luo Mosheng?

bastard?

The emperor smiled and sat back on the throne.

The little palace maid who was mistaken for Jiang Wange tremblingly handed over a cup of tea.

The emperor took it and drank it all in one gulp.

"She's pretty."

"I will favor you tonight."

The little palace maid suddenly knelt down and thanked him expressionlessly.

The emperor suddenly chuckled, breaking the silence.

"What Luo Mosheng?"

"His name should be—Hao Mosheng, right?"

"Isn't that right, Qian'er?"

Concubine Yan's face turned pale as she stepped back.

This "Qian'er" is too far away.

So far away that he thought only Hao Hengshan knew about it.

But now, the emperor called out this name with a sneer on his face.

That's the case.

The last bit of struggle in Concubine Yan's heart also disappeared.

Maybe she is tired.

Concubine Yan is not afraid of death.

At this moment, she was even somewhat glad that Luo Mosheng went to the border to fight instead of staying in Kyoto.

In this way, Luo Mosheng still has a chance to survive.

Concubine Yan breathed a sigh of relief and tidied up her messy clothes and hair accessories.

He casually pointed at a young eunuch.

Coincidentally, the little eunuch was the one who was picking up the broken porcelain pieces just now.

"Bring me a chair."

The voice was neither hurried nor slow, and even had a hint of teasing.

"I've been kneeling and getting up all my life. I'm tired."

The young eunuch was stunned for a moment, but did not look at the emperor. He just respectfully took a chair and gently brought it to Concubine Yan.

"Your Majesty, please sit down."

Concubine Yan sat down and leaned back in the chair, her expression still indifferent.

After looking at the emperor for a few seconds.

"Yes, he is Hao Hengshan's child."

"Luo Yujin, who was hanged in the woods behind the Xiangwang Mansion, is your child."

"How?" Concubine Yan raised her eyebrows.

The emperor sneered.

"It seems Qian'er is not going to live today."

Concubine Yan looked around and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahaha?"

Laughter echoed in the empty hall.

"Luo Xuan, you have no intention of letting anyone out of Fengtian Palace alive today!"

"Right?"

The emperor was silent for a moment and did not refute.

At that moment, all eyes were on him.

After a few seconds.

"Of all the people in the harem, you are the smartest."

The emperor admitted it.

But at this moment, the court officials in the hall panicked.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

"Why! Why!"

"I didn't hear anything, old minister!"

……

What's more, some have already run towards the palace gate.

pity.

The palace door had long been completely locked from the outside.

Around the Fengtian Hall, the figures of the Imperial Guards and the Tanying appeared almost at the same time, and instantly surrounded everyone in the hall tightly.

Concubine Yan looked at the court officials who were either running away with their heads in their hands or kneeling down to beg for mercy.

His eyes were full of mockery.

These people are not just court officials.

They are also the backbone of Tianyan Kingdom.

If even the spine bends so easily, what will Tian Yanguo do?

Of course, not everyone knelt down.

After all, there are still a few tough guys in Fengtian Hall.

For example, Guo Bin.

He stood there and began to shake his head, with veins throbbing on his forehead.

"Hehehe..."

After laughing a few times, he suddenly took a step forward, his eyes widened, his finger pointed directly at the emperor, tears streaming down his face.

"Hunjun! Hunjun!"

"You are so far from the late emperor!"

"Tian Yan...Tian Yan is going to be destroyed in your hands!"

"You crazy person!"

……

In comparison, Qiu Ping was not so excited.

That's right. After all, he is a man who has been reported by the Imperial Counselors more than a hundred times and is still alive and well, does not go around killing people and has a normal mind.

How could he be emotionally unstable?

"His Majesty."

Qiu Ping bowed, his tone steady.

"What you just said—"

"Is it all true?"

The emperor looked at him, his fingertips clasping the dragon throne.

"It's all true."

Qiu Ping raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"But...why do you want to say it out loud?"

He really didn't understand.

Once the truth is exposed, the emperor will lose all his support, wouldn't that be like destroying himself?

At this moment, the Queen Mother suddenly chuckled.

A hint of almost sarcastic satisfaction appeared on the old face.

"Why?"

"If he doesn't tell you, how can you know his secret?"

"You don't know his secret."

"Why would he kill you?"

"I have to give you a name for killing you, right?"

This sentence made Qiu Ping stunned for a moment, and then his eyes lit up, as if he suddenly understood.

"It is true that no one knows a child better than his mother."

He sighed and turned to look at Guo Bin beside him.

Look again at the mountain of memorials.

"How about it?"

"So many memorials, but were they all in vain?"

One word fell.

More people felt cold all over as they gradually realized.

This palace coup was not sudden from beginning to end.

It was a planned, long-planned reckoning.

The Fengtian Hall became a slaughterhouse.

And they are just sheep to be slaughtered.

……

"If only Prince Ruyang hadn't died..."

In the midst of the desperate crowd, someone suddenly said something harsh...