Murong Yanran's acting skills are soaring.

I saw her choking, her eyes red, and sobbing.

Yan Jiaoran was frightened and stunned. She couldn't help but ask softly, "Yanran, what's wrong with you?"

"Who bullied you?"

"Don't worry, I'm here. I'll make the decision for you. We are good sisters!"

"Not even that bastard!"

Yan Jiaoran clenched her fists and said angrily.

Murong Yanran sobbed, "Your Majesty...you don't know..."

"Qin Yuan he...he..."

"What's wrong with him? What did he do?" Yan Jiaoran raised her eyebrows and said in a muffled voice.

"He...he is not a human being at all..."

Murong Yanran covered her face and cried bitterly.

"Bang!"

Yan Jiaoran was furious and slammed the table hard, and a burning pain immediately came from her palm.

She said nothing, but frowned slightly and said angrily:

"What did this bastard do?"

"Yanran, don't cry, just tell me, I will chop him to death!"

Murong Yanran's tears finally stopped. She bit her lips tightly, her body still twitching.

How sad is this?

What a heart-wrenching pain this is!

Yan Jiaoran looked at Murong Yanran with great heartache.

You can know a person’s face but not his heart.

This bastard actually bullied Yanran like this!

No, I must get back at Yanran!

Even if he has made great contributions to the Great Zhou and the people of the world, he cannot be forgiven!

The air in the whole room froze.

After a long time, she organized her words and spoke slowly.

"Your Majesty...he...Yanran did all this because he forced her to do it..."

"What on earth is going on!" Yan Jiaoran became more and more confused the more she listened.

Murong Yanran continued to speak intermittently: "He... he said..."

"Only if...I want...Yanran...that...will...I agree..."

Yan Jiaoran: “…”

How badly was Yanran injured?

How come I can’t even speak clearly?

"Which one?" Yan Jiaoran asked.

"It's...it's that one!" Murong Yanran was also anxious.

"Which one is it?" Yan Jiaoran was at a loss.

Murong Yanran's body was trembling, her eyes were empty and lifeless, like an endless abyss, revealing endless sadness and helplessness.

Seeing this, Yan Jiaoran clenched her fists tightly, wishing she could rush to Qin Yuan immediately, question him, and seek justice for Murong Yanran!

"He... he said... only... that... way... could he tell... Yanran... how... to govern... the country."

How did it get to the point of governing the country again?

Yan Jiaoran frowned and said puzzledly:

"What on earth is this and that?"

"Yanran, you have to speak out boldly so that I can uphold justice for you!"

Murong Yanran hesitated and said, "It's...that..."

Yan Jiaoran: “…”

For some reason, she wanted to hit someone.

Wait...wait a minute!

For me?

A strategy for governing the country?

This and that, vague and unclear.

Is this girl trying to trick me?

Suddenly, she seemed to have thought of something, her delicate face instantly turned red, and a charming blush appeared on her icy face.

Could that be the case?

…

“Hehehe——”

"Little Murong, do you want to know how to govern a country?"

"Climb up and move on your own..."

…

Damn!

Yan Jiaoran grabbed Murong Yanran's vitals and said angrily, "How dare you, little girl, fool me!"

It seems that His Majesty is still the same His Majesty and has not been possessed by anyone.

Murong Yanran giggled and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, everything Yanran said is true, it's all true!"

"This is feeding the demon with one's own body... all for Your Majesty..."

Yan Jiaoran said in shame and anger: "Get down right there!"

"Who asked you to sacrifice yourself? I didn't!"

"My Great Zhou, my people, I should be the one making this sacrifice!"

"You little girl, you're still acting so ungrateful after getting the advantage. I'm going to punish you severely and behead you!"

Yan Jiaoran touched Murong Yanran all over her body.

Huh?

Why does it seem...bigger...bigger?

Something is wrong...

"Your Majesty...don't...don't!" Murong Yanran begged for mercy and turned around to run away.

Yan Jiaoran naturally refused to let Murong Yanran go and pursued her relentlessly.

After a round of chasing and fighting.

Murong Yanran escaped from the imperial study. Yan Jiaoran put one hand on her waist and leaned on the door sill with the other, looking at Murong Yanran's back fiercely.

Little girl, if you have the guts, don’t come back!

Her chest rose and fell slightly, and sweet sweat seeped out and clung densely to her skin, faintly emitting a faint fragrance.

never mind!

The monk can run away, but the temple cannot.

I will deduct the credit from you and this bastard!

No, I am the emperor of the Great Zhou. How could I do something that would betray the merits of my subjects?

Of course, the credit for Zhao Ritian’s achievements should be claimed by Zhao Ritian himself!

It's settled.

Yan Jiaoran sat back in her seat and began to review the memorials.

I want to work diligently and love the people. I don't need that bastard's help.

Need not! ! !

…

On the long street.

"Bang!"

The gavel rang.

"My fellow villagers, Qin Shimei's story has been told over and over again so many times that I'm sure everyone must have heard it so many times that their ears are callused, right?"

"Today, let's tell a new story, 'Zhao Ritian, the Proud of His Generation'!"

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