Chapter 98 After a long day of exhaustion, Wu Qining took a shower and sat at the table with a hungry stomach, looking at the food served...

After a tiring whole day, Wu Qining took a shower and sat at the dining table hungry. He looked at the bowl of clear porridge with a leaf floating in it and was silent for a moment.

She rubbed her rumbling stomach and drank five or six bowls of food before she was barely full.

Xuanjian let go of all the meaty scent on his body before coming in.

The hand hidden under his sleeve held a piece of information, which he quietly handed to Wu Qining.

Wu Qining's slack and tired brows furrowed, and he raised his eyebrows slightly. After reading the words on the small piece of paper, he personally burned it to pieces under the candlelight.

Her eyes were slightly upturned, and the ends of her eyes were sharp as a knife. She touched her chin and said to herself:

"The battle in Ningzhou was at a stalemate. Xuan Shi was familiar with the terrain. After playing tricks on Cui Xuan for more than ten days, Cui Xuan got angry as expected."

"Cui Xuan was born into a noble family and had everything going for her. She never expected to be fooled by the victims. She completely lost her mind once she got too excited. It's only a matter of time before we take her down."

"However, there is another force around Xuan Shi that secretly helps her to kill Cui Xuan." Wu Qining narrowed his eyes, as if he thought of something, pursed his lips, and didn't know what to feel for a moment.

"Your Majesty, should I send a message to Xuan Shi, asking her to find that person?" Xuan Jian asked softly.

"Don't worry about it. It should be someone from Song Shiwei's side. If the commander of the Imperial Guards, Cui Xuan, died in Ningzhou while suppressing the rebellion, then according to common sense, the person who should take over should be the deputy commander, Lin Sheng. Song Shiwei's people."

"She is naturally happy to help Xuan Shiyi at this time. Our interests are the same at this moment. From now on, the position of the commander of the Imperial Guard will depend on your ability."

"It's only a matter of time to capture Cui Xuan." Now is the right time.

Wu Qining waved at Xuan Jian, signaling her to listen attentively.

"Send a message to Xuan Shi, and ask her to spread a nursery rhyme through the mouths of the disaster victims, saying:

The emperor is surrounded by treacherous ministers, the weather is out of balance and disasters are coming, the crops have failed and the people are starving, while the treacherous ministers are in power and are arrogant.

"It's so catchy, I'm sure it will spread all over Kyushu in a few months."

After secretly handling all matters, Wu Qining continued to digest his food and wandered around Mingyu Palace.

In fact, he secretly kept Song Shiwei's confidant's deployment in mind.

As I was strolling around, I unexpectedly came to her palace.

The bright candlelight flickered in the hall, and the dim light cast two black shadows on the paper-pasted windows.

The younger one sat at his desk, doing the homework assigned by his mother, while the older one leaned on the couch, reading the memorials sent from the court.

Wu Qining slowly raised her hand and dropped it on the slender black shadow. Her weak and sharp eyebrows softened only when no one was watching her. As if infected by the moonlight, she looked bright and gentle. She carefully copied her figure. It was as if she was making up for the emotions she could never express.

The precarious peace between the two of them would be completely shattered after Cui Xuan's death, and would never be the same again. She was no longer the cowardly and incompetent puppet who only needed to stay behind her.

She was afraid that he would not show mercy to her.

Wu Qining turned around and walked towards the dark main hall step by step. Even though she thought so, she still did not look back.

The figure was stretched out by the moonlight and sprinkled on her shoulders, like the withered old hand of the queen mother holding her tightly before her death.

Her sunken, dry eyes burst into brilliant light at that moment. She tried to straighten herself up and told her word by word:

The dynasty belongs to the Wu family, the throne is yours, and anyone who dares to rebel will be executed immediately.

The warm sun was high in the sky, the breeze was blowing gently, and the air was filled with the fragrance of the earth. On the land outside Jingzhou, a group of ministers stood in a black mass according to their ranks.

Song Shiwei, wearing a scarlet dragon robe, fell below Wu Qining. The other ministers present held their tablets solemnly and bowed three times.

A melodious bell rang out, and Wu Qining, wearing a crown and a bright yellow dragon robe, sang loudly as the officials presiding over the ceremony sang.

After washing his hands and burning incense, he first performed the ritual of kneeling three times and kowtow nine times to the gods of heaven and earth and the ancestral tablets. Then he changed into light clothes and went to the ground to hoe three times.

According to etiquette, the emperor took the lead in hoeing the ground three times, followed by his ministers once, and then the people finished hoeing the field.

Then, the ceremony was over.

Song Shiwei looked at Wu Qining, who was standing in front of him with dignity and without making any mistakes, and curled his eyes and smiled with satisfaction.

The grand ploughing ceremony lasted a whole day.

As soon as Song Shiwei finished his work and sat on the sedan chair, he saw a head poking out cautiously.

She raised her narrow eyes slightly and waved her hand.

"Come up."

Wu Qining's dull eyes brightened a little, and he quickly got on the sedan chair, looked up at Song Shiwei, and then lowered his head. His fingers were tangled together without knowing when, stirring and stirring.

"You did a good job this time." Perhaps it would be difficult to have such a peaceful atmosphere again, so Song Shiwei was not stingy with his praise at this moment.

Like a child who had been suppressed for a long time and was suddenly praised by an elder whom he trusted and respected, Wu Qining suddenly raised his head, with a shy and timid smile under his bright eyes. Like a small flower blooming in the cold winter, it gradually dispelled the haze that had shrouded his face in the past.

She blinked timidly, took two steps towards Song Shiwei, and moved her eyes around a few times before she dared to look at Song Shiwei's face. After hesitating for a long time, she raised her face and whispered, "Master, can you hold me for a little while? Just... for a while."

The voice of the request became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared completely. The slightly raised cheeks drooped lower and lower, shrinking against the chest, like an ostrich digging a hole and burying its head.

Song Shiwei stared at her for a long time, his usually cold and majestic face relaxed, and a hint of gentleness flashed in his narrow eyes.

Finally, she just softened her voice and called out, "Come here."

Wu Qining lowered her head and leaned closer. The thumping of her heart kept echoing in her head. Her fingertips pierced into her flesh. Only the spilling blood could make her mind a little clear.

The slowly floating soul witnessed her uncontrollable □□ walking towards her step by step.

Her body was shaking unconsciously. Wu Qining landed not far from her and carefully placed his head on Song Shiwei's lap.

In an instant, the whole world seemed to have pressed the pause button, the birds stopped flapping their wings, the leaves stopped rustling, and in the silence, Wu Qining seemed unable to feel the beating of his own heart.

A faint medicinal fragrance filled her nose, and bony fingers fell on her head, stroking her soft hair again and again.

Song Shiwei lowered his eyes and looked at her closed eyelashes, and sighed softly: "She is still a child."

Master, she is no longer a child.

Her sleepy head cleared up and she retorted subconsciously, but the sleepiness was so strong that she opened her mouth but before she could say anything, she became confused again.

She fell asleep on her knees.

The hand that was caressing paused for a moment, and for some reason it fell on her closed eyes. She used her thumb to gently rub the small scarlet mole at the end of her right eye, making the already bright red mole even more red.

The hazy world twisted and changed, and bizarre fragments kept flashing in my mind. It took a long time before it gradually became clear.

On one side, Song Shiwei, wearing a scarlet dragon robe and holding a sword, approached her step by step.

She shivered and shrank into the corner, calling out: "Master."

What was left for her was a sword in mid-air that pierced her heart. She twisted her cheeks and grabbed the corner of her clothes in pain.

The splattered blood stained her scarlet court dress. His narrow, cold black eyes glanced at her indifferently, watching her struggle coldly until she died.

On the other hand, she imprisoned Song Shiwei in the deep palace. Her slender limbs were locked in cold shackles, on which were blood that had long since solidified.

The scarlet court dress was already in disarray, torn into strips by her, vaguely revealing her skin, which had turned red from her struggle.

She listened coldly to the insults coming from Song Shiwei's mouth, and he stripped off her court dress bit by bit and bit her shoulder hard.

She showed no mercy at all, leaving her body covered with purple and red marks, just like Song Shiwei did at that time, showing no mercy at all. She chiseled her pride and dignity deeply, destroyed it with her own hands, and crushed it to pieces.

Song Shiwei struggled and trembled, almost fainting with his lips open, his face sticky and full of tears.

He fainted and was woken up by her, then fainted again when he woke up. Finally, he could only collapse powerlessly on the couch, passively accepting everything she gave him.

"His Majesty……"

Wu Qining shuddered and frowned in pain. Everything in the dream changed wildly under her stirring, and finally overlapped again.

Song Shiwei's red eyes were full of hatred, and the bright red dagger pierced her shoulder.

A bloody hole appeared on her shoulder, and the splattered blood sprayed on Song Shiwei's fair skin. She sneered unconsciously, clamped Song Shiwei tightly under her body, stripped her court dress, and returned the stab to her twice as much. The stab was deeper, heavier, and more cruel.

Finally, Song Shiwei couldn't hold it anymore. She cried tremblingly and said intermittently with her lips parted:

"Your Majesty, I was wrong... Please let me go... Your Majesty..."

The sleeping cheeks were abnormally flushed, and the muscles on Wu Qining's face were twisted together. Sweat seeped from his forehead, slid down his temples, and soaked Song Shiwei's clothes.

His lips trembled uncontrollably for a long time, and after opening and closing, he uttered two words with difficulty.

"Master..."

Song Shiwei looked at her with some surprise, calling her sleeping face restlessly even in her sleep.

Is this a nightmare?

Did he dream about killing her?

"Don't be afraid." With her eyebrows lightly painted, she stretched out her hand to touch her frowning brows. Before she touched her hand, she saw Wu Qining suddenly open her eyes, and a thick layer of mist overflowed from her scarlet eyes. She grasped her wrist tightly, and the force seemed to want to crush it.

Song Shi frowned slightly, and the gentleness between his eyebrows and eyes was blown away immediately like a gust of wind, leaving no trace. She glanced at her lightly, exuding an invisible sense of oppression.

The rosy cheeks that had been rosy from sleep turned pale the moment he saw Song Shiwei. Wu Qining withdrew his hand tremblingly, apologized a few times, and staggered out of the car.