Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1971

Zhuo Qiran went back dejectedly.

The couple was caught off guard by Emperor Zhaowu's series of actions and tossed and turned, unable to sleep all night.

Both were heartbroken.

This situation is very similar to when he first discovered that his great uncle Shi Chengyi was one of the masterminds behind the poisoning case in his previous life.

At that moment, An Xia was shocked to hear the truth and vomited blood on the spot. He was unwilling to face this fact for a long time afterwards.

When faced with an unforgivable criminal, one can still kill him with a sword and take revenge. But when the truth is revealed, it is those who were once trusted and relied on, those who were highly expected of them, and even those who were closest to them, who are in a dilemma and find it difficult to let go.

Emperor Zhaowu's move was truly chilling.

Cen Yuan blew out the candle, and the gauze curtains fell down layer by layer.

He lay on his back in the darkness, his eyes penetrating the curtains and falling on the tent ceiling embroidered with intricate patterns.

The darkness gradually faded away from its initial thickness, his eyes adjusted to the dimness, and the dark patterns on the ceiling of the tent began to float like living things.

It was like a surging undercurrent or a rushing river, flowing before his eyes.

"Emperor Zhaowu is very confident." Cen Yuan suddenly spoke, his voice was particularly clear in the night.

Shi Anxia was also staring at the top of the tent. Hearing this, he sighed softly, "Yes, they are blatantly trying to win over people who are on good terms with us, without any fear of leaking the news. I really don't know if they are confident or just arrogant."

"Because..." Cen Yuan's voice was a little cold, "He is already the emperor."

Power makes people swell up, and they think that the emperor can cover the world with one hand and must get whatever he wants.

In the darkness, Shi Anxia's fingertips tightened slightly, "If I can help him up, I can naturally pull him down."

There is a sharp determination in these words.

She didn't mind winning over court officials, but she couldn't just let it go when it came to touching her mother.

"It's easy to depose the emperor, but I'm afraid that the situation that Beiyi has managed to stabilize with great difficulty will be turned upside down again." Cen Yuan's fingertips unconsciously stroked the dark patterns on the brocade quilt, and her voice sank into the night. "Earlier, the 'Purging Dust Plan' broke the balance of the powerful families, and Emperor Mingde used iron-blooded means to suppress the restlessness of all parties. Now all forces are holding their breath and lying dormant, waiting to catch the flaws in the handover between the old and new emperors."

"Yes," Shi Anxia knew it well, "and the father and son ended up fighting each other. The powerful and aristocratic families just wanted to take advantage of the chaos..."

Before she finished her words, her whole body suddenly froze and she stood up abruptly, "Oh no, my father is in danger!"

Cen Yuan embraced her with his arms, pulling her back into his embrace. His slender fingers threaded through her loose black hair, and his voice was colder than the night, "It's not just Emperor Mingde. If something happens to my mother, father and son will definitely turn against each other. No matter who dies at whose hands, the court will be in chaos."

As the night deepened, the couple's conversation made sleepiness increasingly difficult.

Shi Anxia stood up again, and the quilt slipped off her shoulders. "I have to go back to Beijing as soon as possible."

She was sure that Emperor Zhaowu would not attack her mother, so she was calm and composed. But if Tang Chujun became a living target in the eyes of various forces, that would be another matter.

This is the biggest crisis Shi Anxia has faced since his rebirth.

She finally admitted, "It turns out that I have always misinterpreted Emperor Zhaowu's intentions."

She always thought that there was no love between her and Emperor Zhaowu.

She thought that what lingered between them was never just romantic love.

Rather, it was a half-written red inscription left by a woman on the dragon throne for the emperor, because she believed that he could single-handedly piece together the shattered Northern Wing Dynasty and restore its beautiful motherland.

It is also like an emperor who stopped his imperial carriage outside the palace at midnight for the empress dowager, because he respected her hard work but never coveted even a little warmth of the dragon throne.

She originally thought that the bond between them was deeper than the bond between mandarin ducks. If one were to name this bond, it would be called "Northern Wing".

But now it seems that it was all her wishful thinking. She moved heaven and earth, moved herself, and also deceived herself.