125 Profound

◎Otherwise, who do you think can protect them◎

Liu Yuan was not surprised when she heard this. She said calmly, "You want to use me to deal with Cui Rumei?"

Rong Qianyu approached her, and she instinctively stepped back, trying to avoid Rong Qianyu. Rong Qianyu grabbed her collar tightly and demanded, "His Highness the Prince of Jin was able to raise an army, most likely because of the instigation of your Liu family. Otherwise, why would he have the intention to rebel?"

Liu Yuan looked timid, not meeting Rong Qianyu's eyes. She straightened her clothes and said, "Winners take all, losers take all. There's nothing much to say. But I heard Cui Rumei is pregnant. Are you scared? Why don't you let that damn eunuch help you get rid of the child?"

Rong Qianyu looked at her anxious expression, thinking Cui Rumei had said a lot to her, but Rong Qianyu remained unmoved. She said, "Cui Rumei threatened you with the child, aren't you doing the same as her?"

The small and dark place made this former noble lady from the capital look dim, leaving only her body as thin as a withered tree and her crazy and unpredictable temper.

Her hair was disheveled, her breathing was rapid, her eyes flashed with a cold light, and her voice was unusually low: "Whatever you say, it won't be long anyway, and you may not be the queen anymore. You've been pretending for so many years, and it's been hard enough."

"Don't let your wishful thinking get you there." Rong Qianyu remained unmoved, watching her madness from top to bottom. "You're a criminal. I'm already showing mercy by sparing your life. What kind of trouble do you think you can stir up?"

After a moment, Rong Qianyu suddenly remembered, "No, your mother's family has soldiers, making a desperate struggle?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Yuan's expression froze instantly, her eyes wandering, which ruined her aggressive aura.

Rong Qianyu walked up to her and glanced at her. "You and Cui Rumei will work together. When the time comes, you will control the palace and make whoever you want the emperor. But only if you die can your son and daughter live in peace. Otherwise, who do you think can protect them, Cui Rumei?"

Liu Yuan remained silent. Cui Rumei had threatened her with the child, and now Rong Qianyu had repeated the same trick, leaving her at a loss. Cui Rumei was naturally untrustworthy. Liu Yuan had agreed to cooperate with her because she was stable and easy to manipulate, but Rong Qianyu was not Cui Rumei.

Now the children are in her hands. Although she won't do anything to the children, there is no guarantee that she won't do something to herself. If she succeeds, the comfort of the children in the future will also be in her hands.

"When I first entered the palace, Cui Rumei framed me for pushing the princess into the water. When Liu Chunyan was about to give birth, she framed her for a premature birth. When she herself became pregnant, she tried to frame others, but ended up giving birth prematurely herself. You, with such a character, actually put the princess's life in the hands of such a person. And you still shamelessly claim that you're doing it for Yan'er's good. It's simply shameful!"

“…”

"Here's a letter from Yan'er to you. I told her before I left that I wanted to come and see you, so she wrote this letter specifically for you."

Liu Yuan held her daughter's handwritten letter in her hands. After a year of separation, longing and guilt surged out of her. Tears had already slid down her cheeks without her knowing when. In the dim room, tears fell drop by drop on the letter paper.

"Can I see her?" she asked.

"Are you worthy?" Rong Qianyu said, turned around and was about to leave.

"Empress!" Liu Yuan called her from behind. This was the first time she addressed Rong Qianyu in this tone. "Yuan'er is my only daughter...you..."

This is the most straightforward and helpless confession of a mother. She is a sinner and deserves to die, but her child is innocent. She wants to say something, but finds that she really has no right to put forward any conditions to Rong Qianyu.

"Yan'er's life, from beginning to end, is in your hands." After saying this, Rong Qianyu walked out of the house.

"Why did Your Majesty talk to her for so long?" Rong Pan asked after waiting outside for a long time.

"sucker Punch."

"Your Majesty, please put on your cloak. It's windy here." Yuan Qing helped Rong Qianyu put on her cloak and didn't ask any other questions.

The Prince of Jin's Mansion no longer has the appearance of the past, it is overgrown with weeds, and that dim little room must be where Liu Yuan wasted her life.

There are many people who have left their names in history, but not many of them have a good ending.

The sky was extremely dark, just like Rong Qianyu's mood today. Under the setting sun, birds occasionally flew back to their nests. "It seems that a storm is coming."

After returning to the palace, I received a letter from Rong Zhao. The two of them had been exchanging letters frequently in recent months. I guess my father's health was not very good.

"How is Father's illness?"

Rong Pan replied, "The coffin has been prepared, and he will probably ascend the throne next month. Your Majesty has been worried about too many things recently, and your health is more important. You are not well yet."

Rong Qianyu: "Prepare pen and ink, and write a letter to Zhao'er."

"This is a letter from my brother Zhao. I feel as though I have met you. The Zhou court has been in turmoil recently and has been preoccupied with its affairs. The Cui family's sale of official positions and titles has been resolved, and it has implicated many people. Ruoyu was heavily involved, and the evidence is solid.

Although I tried my best to protect them, I was ultimately powerless. Now, my confidants have informed me that these two have colluded with the widow of the Prince of Jin to arbitrarily change the destiny of heaven. If you plan to mobilize troops, my brother Zhao must think twice. A century of friendship has not been easy, and now is the time to rest and recuperate. If the new emperor ascends the throne, war will break out again, and millions of people will die. What is the fault of this young child?

I am deeply saddened to hear your reply. Father, please be careful and take good care of yourself. I fear there may be a hidden cause. Please investigate thoroughly to prevent innocent people from being wronged, and to prevent those who framed you from escaping and following in the footsteps of my deceased mother. All is well in Rongguo, don't worry. If you could offer incense and rejoice in my deceased mother's memory, I would be deeply grateful. I bow my head and ask for your health.

The government of Rong State has been in turmoil recently, and Rong Zhao, the regent, has to take care of his father who is ill. Rong Qianyu's letter came at the right time, as her father's illness was serious and critical, and it solved many urgent problems.

Rong Zhao was reading the letter when he heard the eunuch rushing in, "Your Highness, the Emperor is in trouble!"

"Father, Father!" Rong Zhao ran to Rong Guangzhao's bed with the letter and helped him up. "It's from my elder sister. Take a look. She's asking you to take care of yourself. The doctors are all here!"

Rong Guangzhao patted Rong Zhao's hand, signaling him not to worry. He dragged his frail body and managed to sit up. "Ministers... I have explained everything clearly. I have something to say to you alone. Please withdraw."

Rong Zhao was young, having grown up with no worries about food and clothing. Facing the separation of life and death for the first time, he couldn't help crying anxiously, "Father, if there is anything wrong, please wait until you are well again!"

Rong Guangzhao reached out and wiped the tears from his son's face, comforting him, "Waiting... I'm afraid there's no time. After my death, I won't be buried with the late queen. There's no need to disturb her spirit. I won't be buried with your mother either... I don't want to see her, and I turn a blind eye to her meddling. I ignore anything I deem harmless. But in the end, it harmed Pingting and your mother..."

Rong Zhao didn't understand many things, but he listened carefully, and his little face was already covered with tears.

"Especially... it's Qian'er..."