Why are you messing with her? Her mission is to bully the scumbag

"Ling Wanxu, how dare you be so vicious? I am the emperor, and it is my privilege to favor whomever I want! On the other hand, you, as the queen, don't think about how to manage the harem, and you only know how to guess my intentions all day long. You are really unworthy of the mother of the country!" The man in the bright yellow dragon robe had anger between his brows, and his eyes were like knives, as if he wanted to cut Ling Wanxu into pieces.

Ling Jinxing, she slowly raised her eyes, a cold light flashed in her eyes, as if it could freeze everything.

Humph, this so-called emperor is nothing more than this.

Wearing a dragon robe but without the protection of dragon energy is so ridiculous!

The evil spirit from Ling Jinxing immediately hit the man, and he fell straight to the ground.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!" The eunuch beside him was terrified and screamed, "Someone come quickly! The Emperor has fainted!" In an instant, there was a panic in the palace. The imperial doctors and imperial guards rushed over and hurriedly carried the man away.

Ling Jinxing stood there, her eyes as cold as ice as she scanned the surroundings. She slowly turned around and her gaze fell on the concubines who looked nervous and trembling.

"What are you all standing there for? Get out of here!" Her voice was deep and powerful, and every word seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight, making everyone dare not be negligent in the slightest.

The concubines bowed and took their leave as if they had been pardoned. For a moment, Ling Jinxing was the only one left in the palace.

She gently stroked her phoenix coronet and robe, a sneer curling up at the corner of her mouth. "It seems palace fighting isn't so fun after all!"

Accept the plot first!

The original owner, Ling Wanxu, was the legitimate eldest daughter of the Marquis's family. One day, she was crowned with a phoenix crown and became the empress. At first, she and the emperor treated each other with respect, which was a picture of harmony between the emperor and the empress.

However, the good times did not last long. One day, the emperor happened to catch a glimpse of the woman in the palace. The woman had skin as white as cream and white as snow, and a graceful figure, like a fairy descending to the earth. Just one glance made the emperor lose his soul.

That night, the emperor could not wait to summon her to sleep with him. Early the next morning, he issued an edict to confer her the title of Concubine Ning. She was so favored that she could stay by the side of the imperial study every day, grinding ink and adding tea, which was very comfortable for her.

From then on, the emperor's heart was firmly grasped by Concubine Ning, and he was never willing to set foot in the harem again, as if the three thousand beauties were just decorations.

In the harem, all the concubines lost favor and were naturally unwilling to accept it. They went to Queen Ling Wanxu one after another to cry and complain about their grievances. Moreover, the Queen Mother often put pressure on them, saying that the Queen was incompetent and could not control the Emperor's heart.

Ling Wanxu had no choice but to bite the bullet and go to invite the emperor in person.

That day, Ling Wanxu summoned all the concubines to the Queen's Fengqi Palace. What greeted her was not the Emperor's tenderness and affection, but a severe rebuke, which was the scene at the beginning.

When Ling Wanxu heard this, her heart was broken, but she could only hold back her tears, kneeling on the ground, trembling.

From then on, she became devastated, unable to sleep at night, unable to enjoy her food, and her body became increasingly thin. Eventually, she became terminally ill and passed away.

When she left, the harem was in chaos. The emperor issued an edict to dismiss all the concubines. Everyone was crying and forced to leave the palace. The scene was so miserable.

In the end, most of them were secretly executed by their own families.

After all, it is against the will of heaven for the deposed concubine to return home.

The original owner's wish: to become the center of power and make sure that couple, a couple, die without a burial place.

Want power? Humph, isn't that just a game of hearts and minds, a test of who can more skillfully win them over? It's not difficult, and it's not impossible to try.

Ling Jinxing gently stroked the nail polish on her fingertips, a hint of cunning flashing in her eyes.

Mingqiu, the maidservant beside her, pursed her lips tightly and whispered with a worried look on her face, "Your Majesty, the Emperor has fainted in your palace again. I'm afraid the Empress Dowager will find a reason to blame you again."

Upon hearing this, Ling Jinxing curled her lips into a disdainful sneer, her eyes filled with arrogance. "Blame? What qualifications does she have? The Emperor is now lingering over Concubine Ning's place every day. Now that the Emperor has fainted, he should be looking for Concubine Ning."

"You want to put the blame on me for this? No way!" Ling Jinxing's eyes were firm, and her tone revealed an unquestionable determination.

Besides, who in the palace doesn’t know who the emperor is with every day?

"Mingqiu, go find a few trustworthy people and secretly investigate Concubine Ning's background. No evidence, whether human or material, can be missing. I will make sure she has nowhere to hide!" Ling Jinxing's eyes flickered, and her fingers tapped lightly on the table, appearing confident.

Although she already knew where Concubine Ning came from, evidence was the only way to convince everyone.

Mingqiu's expression froze when she heard this, and she immediately responded, "Yes, I'll do it right away!" She turned to leave, but then seemed to think of something. After a moment's hesitation, she finally asked, "Your Majesty, what about the Emperor..."

"Your Majesty?" Ling Jinxing sneered, a cold look flashing in her eyes. "You just need to do your job well. I will take care of the rest."

After saying that, Ling Jinxing waved his hand, signaling Mingqiu to leave.

The flickering candlelight in the room illuminated her beautiful yet somewhat cold face.

Outside the window, the night deepened, and the wind in the palace seemed to become even colder.

The next morning, at dawn, Empress Dowager Shangguan strode into the Queen's bedroom with an angry look on her face.

As soon as she entered the room, she waved her sleeves without saying anything and said sternly, "Queen, your actions this time have truly made me heartbroken and extremely disappointed!"

Ling Jinxing sat upright on the phoenix throne, her body motionless, but her eyes, like cold stars, stared at Shangguan quietly.

She gently opened her red lips, her tone calm but shimmering with veiled sharpness: "Your Majesty, what you said is wrong. If I were truly at fault, I would have sought justice. Your Majesty was with Concubine Ning every day, so why didn't you say a word then? Now that Your Majesty is in trouble because of Concubine Ning, Your Majesty, on the contrary, blames me. How can this be justified?"

As she spoke, she shook her head slightly, a barely perceptible sneer flashing in her eyes: "Your Majesty never listened to what I said. Is this also to be blamed on me?"

Upon hearing this, Shangguan's face turned pale with rage. She gnashed her teeth and said, "Queen, how dare you offend me like this! You are so audacious!"

Ling Jinxing, however, remained calm and composed, a subtle smile playing at the corner of his mouth. "It is not my wish to offend Mother. But if Mother always stirs up trouble for no reason and points the finger at me, then if anything happens to the Emperor, I can only look to you for the cause."

"You...you are making excuses!" Shangguan was so angry that she was shaking all over and almost lost her usual dignity.

Ling Jinxing chuckled, a cunning glint in her eyes. "To determine whether this is just specious talk or not, why don't you ask the Imperial Master to judge? The truth will then be clear."

After saying this, she gently raised her hand, signaling the palace servant to bring the teacup, and she herself leisurely sipped the tea, "Your son respectfully bids farewell to your mother."