The Emperor's daughter seeks power to marry the legitimate daughter and becomes the emperor

Luo Bing: ...

He sounded unfriendly!

He did not dare to continue arguing, and drove the carriage away from the long street where people were in panic, heading towards the Daqi Gate leading to the palace.

The silence between the two along the way was like the crisis of a storm coming!

"Wait for me!" He Lingling hurriedly caught up when she saw this.

She must seize this opportunity to enter the palace. Seeing their carriage heading towards the Daqimen Gate, she must not miss the opportunity that is right in front of her!

She chased after him desperately regardless of her pregnant body!

“Ling’er——!”

An Shaoyun saw how anxious she was and shouted after her in worry!

Thinking back to the pain of her miscarriage a few months ago, I was afraid that she would accidentally fall and miscarry again!

I wish I could endure that kind of pain myself!

"Don't follow me, we've already divorced!"

Seeing him chasing like this shamelessly?

She roared angrily!

This kind of man has accomplished nothing and is not even half as good as his cousin Weng Ruoyun. What's the use of him?

Maybe, since he has already entered the palace, she can also enjoy wealth and glory like her cousin?

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Deep in the palace, in the Xuanzheng Hall, the emperor was sitting on the dragon throne reviewing memorials when he suddenly felt a pain in his arm!

He turned pale with pain!

On his cold and majestic face, a pair of thick, sword-like eyebrows were tightly furrowed, and dense beads of sweat oozed out of his angular and handsome face!

Sweat ran down his cheeks, slid down his neck covered with blood-red veins, and soaked his collar with dragon patterns.

His hands, which were tightly gripping the cinnabar pen as he reviewed the text, began to tremble and gradually became out of control!

The protruding bloody veins on the neck were slowly cracking.

And sharp red scales grew inside the blood-red cracks.

Those scales grew out gradually at a slow pace like blades extending into the flesh and blood, and every inch of them was filled with boiling dragon blood.

He clenched his teeth, endured the pain, slightly opened his pale thin lips, looked at the empty Xuan Zheng Hall, and called out weakly.

"You...you...what are you going to do?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there were a few loud "bang bang bang" noises, and the doors and windows in the Xuan Zheng Hall were suddenly closed.

Crimson spiritual energy enveloped the palace, and a dragon-shaped shadow roared at him.

"Tyrant, a lowly human like you, do you really think you can devour me?"

"All your descendants will carry my bloodline, and you will never have your own flesh and blood in your lifetime!"

"I am really curious. Do you think the two dragons will merge with your bloodline when they are born?"

Its roaring voice filled the palace decorated with dragon-patterned gold-woven curtains, and each roar was a provocation mixed with a hint of expectation.

He was indeed somewhat curious about what a red dragon born from the ghost clan would look like.

Is it a black dragon?

Or a red dragon?

"Do you think I would allow you to have two bastards?"

After asking, Qin Yan angrily stretched out his hand to condense his spiritual energy and dispersed the troublesome red dragon shadow!

He closed his dragon eyes and took a deep breath, imagining that the sound was like a dragon roaring into the sky.

"Counselor, get out here!"

As his roar subsided, a black aura appeared in the spacious and murderous palace.

Soon, the spiritual energy transformed into a figure wearing a black and white Taoist robe with strange characters embroidered on the clothes. The figure walked hurriedly and kowtowed at his feet.

"I kowtow to your majesty. May you live forever. May you transform into a dragon soon and strive for the throne of the gods."

"Ask for the God Realm? Is it possible that no one other than the ghosts can suppress the pain of my transformation?"

Hearing this, he questioned angrily, enduring the pain of the dragon scales piercing his skin and flesh, and angrily swung his red dragon sleeve to smash the memorial in his face!

She was so angry that she pointed at him and yelled, "Zhang Xianzhi, the pain of transformation is not on you. Do you know how much pain I am in?"

The angrier he got, half of his face was gradually covered by dragon scales, and one of the pupils of his eyes was no different from that of a normal person.

However, his other eye exuded dragon scales that seemed to be about to burst through his eyeball.

"Your Majesty, I calculated with my fingers that your elixir is already in front of the palace gate."

Listen to his angry roar!

He lowered his sunken eye sockets with fear, stretched out his slender, bony hands, counted with his fingers, looked at him with joy, and reported truthfully.

"What? Did the queen return to the palace?"