"Your Majesty, I am guilty. I broke the vase you gave me. I cherish every gift Your Majesty has given me, and I always took good care of it, but today..."

Gu Jiangli couldn't continue speaking, as if she had suffered a great injustice and buried it in the emperor's heart.

The emperor felt a pang of heartache. "It's alright, it's just a vase. If you like it, you can have all the ones in my palace."

"His Majesty......"

With tears welling in her eyes, Gu Jiangli looked up from the emperor's chest and met his gaze.

She could hear the emperor's strong heartbeat, and after that one glance, his heartbeat became even faster.

Gu Jiangli's eyes were glazed over, and his voice grew weaker and weaker:

"It's so wonderful that I could see Your Majesty at such a critical moment..."

After saying this, he tilted his head to the side, closed his eyes, and fell into the emperor's arms.

The emperor swiftly embraced her and gently brushed aside her slightly disheveled hair.

Then, as if she were a precious treasure, he carefully picked her up in his arms and strode out.

As he walked to the gate of Yilan Palace, the sinister look in his eyes seemed capable of killing hundreds of people in an instant.

The emperor's expression was not good. Wen Deqing stood aside like a stone pillar, awaiting orders.

"Wen Deqing, summon the imperial physician to the Hall of Mental Cultivation."

"Send men to capture the assassins inside. If they have already been accidentally killed by Consort Xian, throw them into the mass grave; if they are still alive, bring them to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, and I will interrogate them personally!"

Wen Deqing held his breath and said, "Yes."

Many guards filed into Yilan Palace, each brushing past Consort Shu.

She stared blankly as the Emperor carried Gu Jiangli away, not even giving her a second glance.

He failed?

However, when Gu Jiangli ran out today, apart from being dressed in thin clothes and having neat clothes, even her hair was incredibly smooth, and she didn't look like she had been violated at all.

What happened?

How could you fail at something so simple?!

Wasn't he supposed to be the smartest man? Wasn't he supposed to be the best at dealing with women?

Consort Shu stood there stunned for a short while before two guards carried Liu Bufan, whose head was covered in blood, out of the room.

They were heading in the direction of...

Hall of Mental Cultivation!

At this moment, she was determined not to let Liu Bufan speak with the emperor.

no!

Absolutely not!