Return of the Pearl

When An Yi saw this, a hint of ruthlessness suddenly flashed in his eyes. He took a firm step forward, and then suddenly tore off the palace maid's clothes. At that moment, the palace maid screamed in terror. Her heart was filled with fear, thinking that this was a severe punishment for her and that she was going to be tortured.

However, An Yi did not stop his actions. Instead, he quickly chased after him in the direction of the woods. The palace maid was so frightened that her face turned pale as paper. She desperately dodged in the woods and screamed, "You, don't come over here. What are you doing?"

An Yi's face showed a chilling cold smile. He said slowly: "With a beauty in front of me, I naturally have to enjoy it."

An Yi quickly took off the maid's clothes one by one. After a while, the maid was left with only a bellyband covering her body. At this time, the maid was filled with shame and anger, with tears on her face.

An Yi said coldly: "Aren't you going to confess yet? If you still don't, that's fine too. Then I will really indulge myself. After all, our days are getting shorter day by day, so enjoy every opportunity as much as possible." His words were full of mockery and cruelty, which made people shudder.

Under An Yi's relentless pressure, the palace maid was still making her last struggle. She used all her strength to try to break free from An Yi's restraints, but to no avail. An Yi's hand had already reached out for her fur pants. The movement seemed slow, but in fact it was as fast as lightning, as if a little more force would make her clothes shatter in an instant.

At this critical moment, the palace maid could no longer bear the tremendous pressure. She shouted at the top of her lungs, "I confess!" This cry was filled with her endless fear and helplessness. After hearing it, An Yi let go of her hand with satisfaction, and a smug smile appeared on her face.

It has to be said that An Yi's control over people's hearts has indeed reached the pinnacle. Even if the palace maid does not confess, he will never really touch her. He knows how to use people's fear to force the other party to surrender in desperate situations. It has to be said that An Yi won beautifully again this time, and his wisdom and means once again made people amazing.

An Yi's tone was extremely cold, as if it carried an endless chill that could freeze everything around him. He shouted sternly, "Tell me, who is it?"

The maid was so frightened by his aura that she trembled with fear. She hugged her arms tightly, her body curled up like a weak flower swaying in the wind, and asked timidly, "Can I have some clothes?

Seeing this, An Yi couldn't help but frown, and a trace of barely perceptible annoyance flashed across his brows, but he still slowly took off his coat, and casually raised his hand. The coat drew a graceful arc in the air, like a lonely fallen leaf, swaying and slowly falling in front of the palace maid. The coat seemed to carry a hint of An Yi's indifference and helplessness, and gently fell at the feet of the palace maid.

The palace maid was silent for a moment, as if she had used up all her strength, and then she said slowly and with great difficulty: "It's Concubine Yu." As soon as these words were spoken, it was like a heavy boulder was thrown into the calm lake, causing layers of turbulent waves in An Yi's heart.

An Yi couldn't help but be slightly stunned. Countless candidates flashed through his mind like lightning, but among so many speculations, he only didn't expect that it would be Concubine Yu.

An Yi's eyes widened in disbelief. His face was filled with surprise and confusion. Suddenly, he eagerly asked, "How did Concubine Yu know that Concubine Xian was pregnant?"

The corners of the palace maid's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a smile as bitter as the frost of late autumn. That smile was like a flower about to wither, filled with endless helplessness and resentment. She parted her red lips and spoke slowly in a voice as gentle as a yellow oriole chirping out of a valley, "All this is because of the Emperor..."

Upon hearing this, An Yi frowned, a hint of surprise and disbelief flashed in his eyes. He immediately retorted loudly: "How is it possible? The emperor has clearly issued a strict order to block the news. It is absolutely impossible that the emperor leaked this matter!" His voice was high-pitched and urgent, full of undisguised doubts and denials.

However, the maid only smiled bitterly to herself, as if she had already anticipated An Yi's reaction. She shook her head gently, took a deep breath, and slowly explained again, "You don't know, but the Emperor has been staying at Concubine Xian's place lately. This is not unusual, but what's strange is that the Emperor didn't even ask for water all night. You know, the Emperor usually asks for water at least four times a night. Such abnormal behavior made Concubine Yu guess that there was only one possibility - Concubine Xian is pregnant."

Hearing this, An Yi was speechless for a moment. He never thought that after they had been on high alert for so long, the final flaw was actually made by their master. An Yi reluctantly handed the palace maid to other secret guards, and turned around to walk back, ready to report.

On the way back, An Yi's mood was extremely complicated. He couldn't understand why this strictly guarded situation would be broken because of an inadvertent move by his master. He couldn't help but sigh deeply that the world is really unpredictable and impermanent!

Inside the tent, the atmosphere was as depressing as a thick dark cloud, hanging heavily over everything. Qianlong was sitting there, his brows tightly furrowed into a deep "川" shape, his brows full of worry and anxiety, and his heart was filled with anticipation and anxiety about the outcome of An Yi's interrogation.

From time to time, he cast his gaze towards the door of the tent, his eyes full of expectation, as if silently telling how much he hoped that An Yi would appear before him the next moment and reveal all the mysteries.

Finally, in the suffocating silence, An Yi appeared there silently like a dark shadow quietly crossing the night sky. His footsteps were so light, like a feather gently falling, without making a sound, as if he was one with the solemn atmosphere in the tent, making it almost difficult to notice his arrival.

When Qianlong heard of An Yi's appearance, he immediately stood up. His movements were swift and powerful, as if he was trying to break free from some restraints. He couldn't wait to ask, "An Yi, what are the results of the interrogation?" There was obvious urgency and nervousness in his voice, and the voice trembled slightly, revealing his inner uneasiness and expectation.

An Yi bowed slightly, his figure was like a tall pine tree, but with a hint of respect and humility. His face was solemn, as if covered by dark clouds, and he replied in a low and powerful voice: "Master, the interrogation has found out that it is Concubine Yu." His words were short and powerful, and every word seemed to contain a heavy weight.