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"My Rong'er is gentle, virtuous, well-educated and reasonable. When has she ever harmed the country? But you, who spread rumors and sow discord, deserve to be killed!"

Lord Liu was still kowtowing, but he was still mumbling, "Your Majesty... I... I am loyal to you... The sun and the moon can bear witness to this... This An... An..."

Yinzhen was already furious, and hearing him still quibbling only added fuel to the fire. He grabbed Lord Liu by the collar and lifted him up from the ground, like he was holding a shivering chicken.

"Loyalty? What you call loyalty is slandering my beloved concubine? Do you still have me as the emperor in your eyes?"

Lord Liu was so frightened that his face turned pale and he kicked his legs wildly, but he could not break free from Yinzhen's iron-like grip.

"Your Majesty...I...I dare not..."

A sword suddenly appeared in Yinzhen's hand. The cold light of the sword reflected his furious face.

Without hesitation, he pierced Lord Liu's chest with a sword. Blood gushed out, staining the floor of the Golden Throne Hall red and splashing on the hem of Yinzhen's dragon robe.

Lord Liu opened his eyes wide, let out an indistinct whimper, then collapsed to the ground, twitched a few times, and died.

Dead silence.

The entire Jinluan Palace was so silent that one could hear a pin drop. All the ministers were as silent as a cicada, not daring to make a sound, fearing that they would be the next one to be killed. They had never seen Yinzhen so furious, and they had never thought that he would kill a third-rank minister in a rage in the Jinluan Palace.

Yinzhen slowly drew out his sword, and the blood on the tip of the sword dripped onto the ground, making a crisp sound, as if striking everyone's heart. He did not even look at Lord Liu's body on the ground, but just glanced coldly at everyone in the hall, and said in a low and intimidating voice: "Who else has any objection to my queen?"

Everyone immediately knelt on the ground and shouted in unison: "Your Majesty is wise and holy! Long live the Empress!"

Yinzhen then retracted his gaze, threw the sword to the guard beside him, then turned around and strode out of the Golden Throne Hall. His figure was tall and majestic, but also revealed a hint of loneliness and fatigue.

When An Lingrong heard the news in the Yanxi Palace, the teacup in her hand almost fell to the ground. She looked at the palace maid who came to report in disbelief, her face as pale as paper.

"Your Majesty...killed Lord Liu?"

"To answer your Majesty, yes." The maid lowered her head, not daring to look An Lingrong in the eye.

An Lingrong's heart was beating violently, as if it was going to jump out of her chest. She knew how much Yinzhen loved her, but she never thought that he would kill the court official in the Golden Palace for her.

She was touched and afraid. She was touched by Yinzhen's protection of her, but afraid that such favor would bring her greater disaster.

"Empress, are you okay?" The palace maid asked with concern when she saw that An Lingrong looked unwell.

An Lingrong shook her head, took a deep breath, and tried to calm herself down.

"I'm fine, you can go down."

As night fell, Yinzhen came to Yongshou Palace. He walked over, gently hugged her from behind, and whispered in her ear: "Rong'er, are you scared?"

An Lingrong turned around, buried her head in Yinzhen's arms, and said softly: "I... am just worried about the emperor."

Yinzhen stroked An Lingrong's hair and said softly, "I'm fine. I won't let anyone hurt you."

An Lingrong raised her head and looked into Yinzhen's deep eyes, and a warm current surged in her heart. She knew that in this harem full of intrigues and deceptions, Yinzhen was her only support.

The enthronement ceremony was scheduled for October 8th, a day with clear skies and a gentle breeze, and the Forbidden City was filled with joy both inside and outside.

An Lingrong got up early in the morning to put on her makeup, wearing a phoenix robe and a phoenix crown, which made her look more elegant and noble, like a model for the country. The person in the mirror smiled sweetly and had beautiful eyes, but An Lingrong felt a complex emotion that was difficult to describe.

From an unknown little concubine to the mother of a country today, this journey has been difficult but also fortunate for her.

The auspicious time arrived, bells and drums rang, and ritual music sounded. An Lingrong, supported by the palace maids, slowly walked into the Hall of Supreme Harmony. Civil and military officials had already gathered here, and the shouts of "Long live the emperor" resounded through the sky.

Yinzhen sat high on the dragon throne, looking at An Lingrong who was approaching him with bright eyes, his eyes full of tenderness and love.

The canonization ceremony was complicated and solemn, and An Lingrong followed it one by one, showing the queen's demeanor in her every move. When the Minister of Rites read out the canonization edict, Yinzhen personally handed over the queen's golden seal and golden book to An Lingrong, she felt heavy in her hands, which was not only a symbol of power, but also a burden of responsibility.

Yinzhen's warm big palm wrapped around An Lingrong's slender hands, and the weight of the golden seal seemed to be reduced a little.

He helped her up, his deep eyes full of pity: "Rong'er, thank you for your hard work."

An Lingrong smiled softly in response, her eyes full of affection, "It is my blessing to be able to share the worries of the Emperor."

After the enthronement ceremony, An Lingrong accepted the congratulations of all officials as the queen. The complicated etiquette made her a little tired, but she always maintained an elegant posture, and her every frown and smile revealed the majesty of a mother of the country.

That night, in the Yangxin Palace, An Lingrong took off her phoenix coronet and bridal robe and changed into light nightgown.

Yinzhen hugged her from behind, his chin resting on her shoulder, and his warm breath brushed her neck, causing a slight tremor.

"My queen is truly stunningly beautiful today." Yinzhen's voice was low and magnetic, with a hint of teasing.

An Lingrong glared at him coquettishly: "Your Majesty always makes fun of me."

Yinzhen chuckled and turned her around to face him. His slender fingers gently traced her eyebrows and eyes were so gentle that they could almost drip water: "I really think that my Rong'er is the most beautiful woman in the world."

An Lingrong's cheeks flushed slightly, and her heartbeat quickened. She knew how much Yinzhen loved her, and this love made her feel at ease, but also made her feel terrified.

"Your Majesty, I...I just..." An Lingrong was hesitant to speak, with mixed feelings in her heart.

Yinzhen seemed to understand her thoughts and hugged her tightly in his arms: "Rong'er, you don't need to say more, I understand you."

His embrace was warm and strong, like a safe harbor, which gradually calmed An Lingrong's uneasy heart. She buried her head in his chest, feeling his strong heartbeat, and an indescribable sweetness surged in her heart.

Yinzhen couldn't help but kiss her, gently and tenderly, as if treating a precious piece of porcelain. An Lingrong was slightly stunned at first, then closed her eyes and responded to his passion. The red candles in the hall flickered, reflecting the intertwined figures, and the air was filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.

After the kiss, Yinzhen rested his forehead against An Lingrong's and whispered, "Rong'er, I really want to hide you and not let anyone see you."