The capital of the Heavenly Dynasty, Xuan Yuan City, Tian Sheng Palace.

"I never expected that we would meet again after four years, Empress of the Great Yin Dynasty."

Inside the imperial study, Luo Pianhong held the imperial brush and stood before the imperial desk, intently painting a picture.

Yu Xiyan stood respectfully in front of the imperial desk, carefully surveying her surroundings.

Luo Pianhong's study was large, but not luxurious. It was simply furnished, yet it had a sense of awe and respect.

The green vegetation and the waterwheel slowly turning on the artificial hill behind, creating a misty spray, give people a sense of natural intimacy.

Yu Xiyan came to her senses and bowed, replying, "Your Majesty, I represent Demon Breath City and hope to reach a peace agreement with your country."

Upon hearing this, Luo Pianhong didn't even raise his head, but merely chuckled lightly: "When did it become that the ruler of one country would become an envoy of another?"

Yu Xiyan lowered her head and remained silent, inwardly resisting answering the question.

After a long while, Luo Pianhong put down his imperial brush, admiring the masterpiece on his desk with satisfaction. Then he picked up a piece of silk and carefully covered it with the brush.

After doing all this, she finally looked up at Yu Xiyan.

"Shen Zhao is back by your side?"

Yu Xiyan's delicate body trembled.

This question is clearly designed to embarrass myself.

The news about Hundred Flowers Valley has been making headlines for a long time. Who doesn't know that Shen Zhao has now conquered the Seven-Colored Saint King Rock and Su Yunying has become its new master?

Because of the lack of information in the Demon Realm, most people, except for a small number, are unaware of the true situation outside.

Ke Luo Pianhong could not possibly be unaware that this was a blatant attempt to humiliate her.

However, Yu Xiyan dared not show any dissatisfaction, and instead behaved even more submissively.

Seeing that Yu Xiyan did not answer, Luo Pianhong lost interest in continuing to dwell on the matter.

"Speak, what sincerity has Leng Qingcheng brought?"

"Empress Moxi said that as long as the Holy Dynasty's army can retreat to a hundred miles outside the Holy River Valley, she is willing to start bilateral trade with the Holy Dynasty, and the two countries will restore their old friendship and never fight each other again."

Upon hearing this, Luo Pianhong chuckled softly and gracefully sat down on the imperial chair.

"Empress of the Great Yin Dynasty, do you know what grudge I have against Leng Qingcheng?"

"I don't know."

Yu Xiyan shook her head directly.

"Since you don't know, why do you dare to act as an advocate for the Empress?"

"Your Majesty, as far as I know, you were the one who proposed this peace negotiation."

"Take the initiative? Yu Xiyan, you'd better understand, I only said I'd consider it because of Empress Longhan's suggestion."

But that doesn't mean you have to agree. You can't even demonstrate sincerity in cooperating; what right do you have to stand here and say these things?

Yu Xiyan was taken aback and didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Suddenly, someone outside the Imperial Study reported: "Your Majesty, an urgent report from Tianque Pass."

"Give it to me."

Luo Pianhong took the urgent report and glanced at it.

The next moment, she suddenly stood up and stared intently at Yu Xiyan.

Just as Yu Xiyan was wondering what was happening, she heard Luo Pianhong say in a deep voice, "Men, seize her!"

As soon as she finished speaking, two fully armed female guards grabbed Yu Xiyan's arms.

Yu Xiyan asked anxiously, "Your Majesty, why is this?"

"Why? Look for yourself. On one hand, she wants to negotiate with me, but on the other hand, she sends troops to control Tianque Pass. What a peace talk! Is Leng Qingcheng making a fool of me?"

"Your Majesty, I truly know nothing about this matter. Could there be a mistake?"

"The evidence is right in front of you, what do you have to deny? Take him away and keep a close watch on him!"

"Your Majesty, please let me explain..."

Luo Pianhong gave the order, giving Yu Xiyan no chance to explain, and directly ordered her to be taken away.

Once everyone had left, Luo Pianhong picked up the secret report again and frowned as she read it over.

Then, her brows gradually relaxed, and a faint smile appeared on her exquisite face.

At this moment, Song Yanran entered the imperial study and, seeing Luo Pianhong's demeanor, couldn't help but chuckle: "Well, sister, do you believe me now?"

After speaking, he sat down directly at the table to her right and adjusted the incense burner for calming her mind.

Luo Pianhong chuckled and said, "Li Daoxuan is dead, and his head has been sent to Li Xuanxiu. It seems that tomorrow's court will be in chaos again."

"Isn't this exactly what my sister wants?" Song Yanran casually flipped open a book on the table. "After all, the existence of the God-Worshipping Cult seriously threatens the safety of the Holy Dynasty in the Dao Domain."

If left unchecked, it won't be long before the entire court is filled with followers of the cult of gods. When that happens, cleaning up the mess will be even more of a nightmare.

Isn't this also part of your scheme? You were just waiting for someone to clean up the mess for you. Now, I've brought that person here. What happens next is entirely up to you, little sister."

Luo Pianhong thought for a moment, then asked uncertainly, "Sister, is that Jiang Haitian you mentioned really that powerful?"

Song Yanran put down her book, looked up and gazed at Luo Pianhong: "You may not believe me, but you absolutely cannot question him."

Luo Pianhong was taken aback: "Sister, I've known you for so long, and I've never seen you trust someone so much. Tell me, what is your relationship with him?"

Song Yanran lowered her eyes and smiled slightly, without answering.

But Luo Pianhong seemed to "understand instantly" and feigned surprise: "Sister, could he be the little lover you've been longing for?"

Good heavens, even an iron tree can bloom! Last time, with that Di Feijing, I thought…

"You little hussy, shut your mouth." Song Yanran smiled faintly, a rare blush rising on her cheeks. "Say it again, or I'll tear your mouth apart."

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