After the engagement was called off, the senior sister of the sect took the initiative to consummate

Empress Nangong Liyue, dressed in a magnificent phoenix robe, leaned lazily against a soft couch.

Her stunning beauty was accentuated by the dazzling jewels surrounding her, making her appear even more noble and captivating.

At this moment, she narrowed her eyes slightly, looking at Qin Yichen who was slowly walking in through the door with a half-smile.

When Qin Yichen stepped into the palace, he immediately saw the stunningly beautiful woman on the bed.

He quickened his pace and walked up to Empress Nangong Liyue, where he respectfully performed a deep bow, saying, "Your subject greets Your Majesty the Empress. May Your Majesty be well."

Ever since that unpleasant family dinner, Qin Yichen has felt absolutely no goodwill towards the high and mighty Empress Nangong Liyue.

Despite being the empress of a nation and his biological mother, it was harder than climbing to heaven for Qin Yichen to address her as "Empress Mother"!

Every time I think about the arguments and conflicts that happened at that family dinner, my anger is hard to quell!

It was as if, at that moment, an invisible chasm separated the kinship between them, a chasm that could never be crossed.

Empress Nangong Liyue gently raised her hand, gesturing for Qin Yichen to rise. "Rise, no need for formalities!"

A faint smile appeared on her lips as she said softly, "I heard that you shone brightly in court today, and many people praised you highly."

Upon hearing this, Qin Yichen showed a humble expression and quickly bowed again, replying, "Your Majesty flatters me. It's nothing more than some petty cleverness that's not worthy of being mentioned. It is truly an honor for your son to have Your Majesty's attention."

After saying that, he raised his head, and his gaze met that of Empress Nangong Liyue. It was as if an invisible current passed between the two of them.

Nangong Liyue sat up straight, her eyes filled with a deep meaning, "Don't think I don't know what you're thinking. There must be other plans behind this fundraising."

Qin Yichen was startled, but quickly regained his composure and said with a forced smile, "Your Majesty, I am only trying to do my part to help the disaster victims."

Nangong Liyue sneered, "Hmph, I hope so. However, if you have any disloyal intentions, don't forget that I have spies everywhere in this palace."

Qin Yichen repeatedly agreed, and then left Fengyi Palace.

He wiped away a cold sweat, thinking to himself that he would have to be more careful in the future. This seemingly peaceful palace was actually rife with undercurrents, and a slight misstep could lead to utter ruin.

But what exactly does the empress mean?

caveat?

beat?

Or was it a deliberate or unintentional reminder?

Who cares!

The road will straighten out when you reach the bridge!

……

"asshole!"

With a deafening roar, Qin Muchen, like an enraged lion, stormed into the gates of the Sixth Prince's residence.

His face was full of anger, his eyes were wide open, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, as if he wanted to vent all his anger.

As soon as he entered the hall, Qin Muchen grabbed a wooden stick and began smashing it against the tables and chairs.

A series of crackling sounds rang out, and wood chips flew everywhere. The once neatly arranged furniture was instantly reduced to a mess, a truly pitiful sight.

He still seemed unsatisfied, so he kicked a vase next to him, scattering shards of porcelain and flowers all over the ground.

As Qin Muchen frantically destroyed the surrounding objects, he kept cursing, "Damn it! This is outrageous! I will not let this go!"

His voice echoed in the empty hall, sounding particularly jarring.

The servants in the mansion rushed over upon hearing the commotion, but upon seeing Qin Muchen's furious outburst, they were all too frightened to step forward and try to dissuade him. They could only stand far away, exchanging bewildered glances.

Mei Wenhua, the Vice Minister of Rites, said nonchalantly, "Hey, what's the big deal? Is it really worth getting so angry?"

These words were like adding fuel to the fire. Qin Muchen looked at Mei Wenhua with bloodshot eyes, as if he wanted to devour her.

He swung the wooden stick at Mei Wenhua, who was terrified and quickly dodged to the side.

Qin Muchen gritted his teeth and said, "What do you know! This prince has suffered such a great humiliation today, how can it be a trivial matter?"

The thought of being humiliated by Qin Yichen in the imperial court made Qin Muchen tremble with anger.

Meanwhile, the other ministers and princes were secretly laughing, which he, who was always arrogant, could not tolerate.

Upon hearing this, Mei Wenhua's playful expression vanished, replaced by a furrowed brow. "So, Your Highness, what are your plans for next?"

Qin Muchen snorted coldly, "Hmph, I certainly won't sit idly by and wait to die. Isn't Qin Yichen riding high right now? Then I'll make sure his reputation is ruined!"

Mei Wenhua whispered in Qin Muchen's ear, "Your Highness, don't be anxious. I've heard that Qin Yichen has been in close contact with the Ye family recently. Perhaps we can start from this angle."

Qin Muchen's eyes lit up. "Oh? Tell me about it."

Mei Wenhua continued, "It's said that there's a lot of gossip around a widow's house, let alone a stunning matriarch like the Ye family. We just need to send someone to follow her secretly. If we can find some evidence, even if it's just hearsay, we can embellish it and spread it. Given her current situation, she will definitely have no way to defend herself."

Qin Muchen's lips curled up slightly, forming a chillingly ruthless smile, and he said coldly, "This plan is excellent. Let's carry it out as you say!"

Mei Wenhua, standing to the side, quickly nodded respectfully in agreement, muttering to himself, "Alas, it's all a pity that it's all fake. If we could truly have a woman from the Prince of Jin as a bargaining chip, things would be much easier!"

Upon hearing this, Qin Muchen turned around abruptly, staring intently at Mei Wenhua, and demanded sharply, "What did you just say?"

Mei Wenhua was startled and quickly replied, "Your Highness, I said that what is fake is still fake."

Qin Muchen frowned, waved his hand impatiently, and shouted, "That's not it!"

Mei Wenhua suddenly became somewhat flustered and stammered as he repeated what he had just said.

Qin Muchen's eyes widened in anger, and he raised his voice to shout, "It's a different sentence!"

Mei Wenhua trembled and replied timidly, "I... I said it would be much easier if there really was a woman from the Prince of Jin's household."

Qin Muchen nodded in satisfaction, then snorted and said, "That's right, it's exactly this sentence!"

Mei Wenhua looked bewildered and asked, "Your Highness, is there some deeper meaning in this statement? I am too dull to understand its mystery."

Qin Muchen crossed his arms and sneered, "Hmph, have you forgotten that this prince has a fiancée?"

Mei Wenhua suddenly realized and hurriedly nodded in agreement, "Oh, yes, yes, I'll remember!"

A sly glint flashed in Qin Muchen's eyes as he continued, "By now, the fact that I, the prince, am an adopted son of the royal family has probably spread throughout Xianyang City. And my fiancée originally belonged to that guy Qin Yichen. If I were to marry his original fiancée, do you think his reaction would be? Wouldn't his mentality instantly collapse? Then we'd publicize it extensively, letting everyone know about it. Do you think he'd still be able to save face? Hahahaha..."

In the end, Qin Muchen couldn't help but burst into wild laughter.

Mei Wenhua chuckled a few times, then hesitated and said, "Your Highness's plan is ingenious, but Qin Yichen is no pushover. What if he gets cornered and does something detrimental to Your Highness?"

Qin Muchen's lips curled into a disdainful smile. "He wouldn't dare. The Empress is standing behind me. If he makes any rash moves, he'll be courting death!"

……