Severed ties and living in a dilapidated house? No worries, the poor thing has a space.

She gently patted Xin Fujiyan's arm and said with satisfaction, "Not bad, then I won't be polite!"

When his gaze fell upon her eyes, which were slightly narrowed with joy, Xin Fujiyan's eyes involuntarily filled with the same radiant smile.

"Then Aunt Fang, take your time choosing. I'll go check around to see if there's anything unusual."

After Xin Fuji finished speaking, he turned and left, and thoughtfully closed the door behind him.

Fang Yu glanced at it briefly and then paid no further attention.

With a slight lift of her arm, all the dazzling treasures in the room were instantly stored in her spatial storage.

Subsequently, Fang Yu had almost led Shao Jun on a tour of the entire mansion.

Time passed quietly, but Xin Fujinyan still hadn't returned.

As night fell, Fu Ju stood quietly in front of the study door, his gaze fixed on the pitch-black sky, as if waiting for something.

Suddenly, a dull thud shattered the silence—"Boom!"

In the distant sky, a dazzling white light suddenly appeared.

The light was like fireworks blooming in the night sky, dazzling and eye-catching, yet fleeting, lasting only for a brief two breaths.

Fu Ju's tightly furrowed brows suddenly relaxed, and a hint of relief appeared on his lips.

At the same time, Fang Yu looked up at the sky upon hearing the sound and immediately realized that it was clearly a signal flare.

She subconsciously turned her head and cast a questioning gaze at Xin Fujiyan, who was standing quietly beside her.

Xin Fujiyan also frowned, which deepened Fang Yu's doubts.

It turned out that Xin Fujiyan also discovered that this signal flare was not made by Xin Fujinyan, and it was completely different from the ones he had used before.

Xin Fujinyan, whom they had been waiting for, was still in the imperial court at this very moment.

In the imperial court, the ministers were having a heated discussion with their lord about the war at the front and a series of matters, both large and small, that had recently occurred in the city.

Xin Fujinyan seized the opportunity and quietly slipped away from the crowd under a pretext.

He skillfully followed the pre-planned path, cleverly avoiding the guards carefully placed by the lord, and headed straight for the queen's palace.

Inside the palace chamber, the Queen's frail and lonely figure stood silently by the window.

Her sorrowful eyes stared out the window at the boundless, inky black night sky, her worries growing heavier like the ever-piling dark clouds.

She was preoccupied with her two children, completely unaware of their well-being or whether they had managed to escape Xin Fuzhi's clutches.

Just as the Queen was lost in deep thought, a commotion suddenly broke out outside the palace.

A maidservant cried out in a terrified voice, "Young Master, you cannot go in! The Queen has already gone to rest!"

However, she was met with an angry shout: "Get out of the way!"

Immediately following was the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground; the maid had been mercilessly killed by Xin Fujinyan.

Then, with a loud bang, the tightly closed door was kicked open by Xin Fujinyan, who stormed into the outer hall.

It should be noted that this was the first time Xin Fujinyan had set foot in this place since the Empress moved to her palace.

The Queen knew very well that his uninvited visit must have been ill-intentioned.

Even so, she remained calm and composed, slowly turning around and gracefully walking to the table.

He picked up the teapot and poured himself a steaming cup of water, then sat quietly in the chair, calmly waiting for Xin Fujinyan.

Xin Fujinyan's face was ferocious, and his body exuded a chilling aura of malevolence. Like a wild beast out of control, he kicked open the door and rushed into the inner hall.

When he saw that figure sitting calmly and composed in the chair, the anger he had been suppressing suddenly erupted uncontrollably like a volcanic eruption.

The emperor sat there, elegantly pushing his teacup toward Xin Fujinyan, his expression indifferent, his tone as calm as ice in winter: "I wonder what brings you here so late, young lord?"

Xin Fujinyan ignored her words and with a flick of his arm, he overturned the teacup she had pushed towards him, making a crisp shattering sound.

The longsword he gripped tightly gleamed coldly, its tip pressed directly against the queen's neck. His eyes were bloodshot as he roared furiously, "I've come here to take your life!"

His heart was filled with resentment and bitterness. He complained bitterly, "It's all because of you, you vixen! Father actually values ​​you more than his own son! Today I will kill you with my own hands. I want to see whether you or I are more important in Father's heart!"

Having said that, Xin Fujinyan gripped the sword hilt tightly with both hands and thrust it forward with all his might.

Just as the sword tip was a hair's breadth away from the Queen's throat, the sword came to an abrupt halt, as if stopped by an invisible force.

Perhaps it was just because the Queen gently closed her eyes, and her resolute expression made Xin Fujinyan suddenly realize that the woman in front of him seemed to have no desire to live at all, and was even deliberately seeking death.

This is what made him involuntarily stop what he was doing.

He curled his lips into a mocking smile and said coldly, "Why are you putting on this act? If it weren't for your despicable methods of seducing my father, how could he have been so bewitched as to make you his queen?"

Upon hearing this, the Queen, who had been silent all along, finally reacted. Her eyelids, as clear as autumn water, slowly opened, and a cold, hateful light flashed in her eyes, sending chills down one's spine.

She abruptly stood up, straightened her body, and responded with a cold laugh in a tone colder than ice:

"How arrogant! With your mediocre and incompetent father, you think you're worthy of my scheming to seduce? You're dreaming!"

At this point, the Queen became increasingly agitated, and her voice unconsciously rose eight octaves:

"If he hadn't forcibly taken what he wanted from me, if he hadn't been so heartless as to use my own flesh and blood as a threat, I wouldn't have even glanced at the so-called position of Empress, let alone all the world's riches and honors placed before me!"

However, Xin Fujinyan remained unmoved by the Queen's words. Instead, he glared angrily and retorted loudly:

"Stop spouting nonsense and distorting the truth! It was clearly you who shamelessly seduced Father first. Otherwise, why would Father favor you, a withered flower, so much among all the beauties in the harem?"