Chapter 412

Under everyone's watchful eyes, a woman slowly walked towards them.

The other person was wearing a large phoenix robe, but because she was too thin, she couldn't fill out the clothes, making her look ridiculous.

In addition, her face was covered with thick makeup, but even so, her purplish-blue eye sockets and bluish-black mouth corners were still visible.

Although the other party was dressed as an empress, he was extremely disheveled, with shifty eyes, a somewhat dazed expression, and even a hint of lewdness.

She hunched her shoulders and approached the crowd, her body trembling with fear, yet she continued forward.

Someone frowned and carefully examined the woman's face.

If this is indeed their Empress Zhaohua, then it is clear that she has been mistreated.

Could it be that their emperor doesn't truly love Princess Zhaohua? Instead, does he hate her and torment her every day?

It seems quite possible, as many people present knew that Emperor Jianyuan had once asked the emperor of Dasheng for Princess Zhaohua's hand in marriage, only to be severely humiliated.

It's possible that Emperor Jianyuan harbored resentment, which is why he humiliated and tormented Princess Zhaohua in this way.

Many people couldn't bear to look away, but a few former officials of the previous dynasty looked again and again and slowly nodded, "She looks just like her! She really does look just like her! This woman looks very much like Princess Zhaohua, whom I saw many years ago."

These words directly sealed the verdict; it seemed the disheveled woman before them was indeed their queen.

"Hahaha, Brother Su is a real genius! How did he manage to find Pan'er and claim she was Princess Zhaohua?"

Inside the system space, 666 was laughing so hard he was rolling on the floor, while Rong Rong covered her mouth and her shoulders were shaking uncontrollably.

That's right! Pan'er likes to imitate the original owner and impersonate her, and now it's coming in handy, isn't it?

Brother Su even helped her rise to the top and become Empress. Pan'er should be excited and grateful.

Rong Rong laughed so hard that she leaned all over Emperor Qiyuan's back.

Emperor Qiyuan remained frozen, not daring to move, while the others unconsciously turned their gazes toward Rong Rong.

Like a stunningly beautiful yet mischievous little fox, everyone felt as if their souls had been stolen away once again.

Pei Shu, in particular, sat right next to Rong Rong, his entire body tense, just like Emperor Qi Yuan.

Xie Linyang didn't care about any of that. He looked at Pan'er in shock, then his face turned ashen.

He wanted to slap himself, hating himself for being so blind to think this vile woman resembled Rong Rong. They were worlds apart!

Why would he spare this woman's life? To let her ruin his plans at this crucial moment?

And Emperor Qiyuan, how did the other side manage to bring the people he had locked in the cage out?

Has his palace been turned into a sieve?

Seeing Xie Linyang's unpleasant expression, Emperor Qiyuan was in a good mood. He gave Pan'er a threatening look, and Pan'er cautiously approached Xie Linyang again.

"When I came here, I happened to meet this lady in the palace. Seeing that she was not in good health, I kindly brought her here."

Emperor Yong must keep a close eye on his Empress, lest he lose her favor or mistake her for someone else!

Emperor Qiyuan laughed loudly, and at that moment an old man suddenly stood out from the banquet of the Dayong court officials. He had a full head of white hair and looked quite old.

He cried, his voice trembling, "Zhaohua! Zhaohua! Your uncle is so glad to see you again!"

This person was from the maternal family of the former empress. After Emperor Jianyuan founded the Dayong Dynasty, he was soft-hearted and did not harm them, but instead gave them an official position.

As the other party cried out, the ministers became even more convinced that Pan'er was Princess Zhaohua, their empress, and that their emperor had just fought with Emperor Qiyuan for her because he saw her beauty and wanted to forcibly take her away.

Xie Linyang flew into a rage and suddenly drew the sword from the guard beside him.

At the same time, the men brought by Emperor Qiyuan also drew their swords.

The atmosphere instantly became tense.

Xie Linyang paused only briefly before turning and stabbing at Pan'er, shouting, "You deserve to die!"

He gritted his teeth, and Pan'er was so frightened that she backed away repeatedly.

Pan'er was once a confident 21st-century woman, a sophisticated egoist, exuding a temperament distinct from women of this era.

It's very attractive and unique.

But when Rong Rong saw her now, she couldn't believe she was a modern girl. She was timid and hunched over, looking like she had been whipped by society many times.

Xie Linyang's sword strike was bound to kill Pan'er, but Emperor Qiyuan suddenly gave a signal, and someone beside him stepped forward to block it.

"What is Your Majesty doing? With so many people watching, how can you be so disrespectful to the Empress? Husbands and wives should respect each other!"

Besides, you seized your empire from the Empress's family; how can you mistreat her? You must have a conscience!

Emperor Qiyuan spoke earnestly, and the room fell silent instantly. Xie Linyang also froze in place, and the atmosphere became extremely strange.

It was common knowledge that Xie Linyang was plotting to usurp the throne, but no one dared to openly bring it up, for that would cost them their heads!

At this moment, everyone who heard Emperor Qiyuan's words lowered their heads deeply, wishing they could cover their ears.

The palace servants who attended the banquet were trembling with fear. They had witnessed Emperor Jianyuan's most embarrassing moment, and they were afraid that they would not live to see tomorrow.

The atmosphere was so oppressive it was suffocating.

Rong Rong chuckled softly; she was the only one who dared to laugh in this setting.

Silvery laughter rang out continuously, and Emperor Qiyuan affectionately and amusedly ruffled Rong Rong's hair.

Even though Rong Rong's smile was beautiful, hardly anyone in the room dared to stare at her anymore.

Rong Rong laughed freely, while Xie Linyang's face darkened further. He stared intently at Rong Rong, his heart bleeding, his face filled with unconcealed humiliation.

Xie Linyang felt that this was the most humiliating moment of his life, even more humiliating than when he was rejected when he asked Rong Rong for marriage.

Xie Linyang gasped for breath, trying his best to control himself and remain rational.

His mouth already tasted of rust, from his shattered gums.

Finally, he sneered, "Trying to take my life? You think you can get out of here alive?"

Xie Linyang slowly raised his sword, the tip pointing at Emperor Qiyuan, while the Xuanjia Guards behind him also drew their swords at the same time, exuding murderous intent.

Emperor Qiyuan scoffed disdainfully, showing no fear even without a weapon in his hand.

He crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of fire, fought his way through countless battlefields; calling him a living Yama wouldn't be an exaggeration.

Xie Linyang, a mere frail nobleman, seized the throne by chance, and his number of battles was less than that of Prince Yi.

A person like that could be crushed by Emperor Qiyuan with one hand.

Faced with Xie Linyang's death threat, Emperor Qiyuan shrugged indifferently, "Then let's see. My Red-Clad Army hasn't seen blood in a long time!"

Upon hearing this, everyone's expression changed.

The Red-Clad Army was an elite force personally trained by Emperor Qiyuan.

With only 30,000 men, they were invincible and achieved great military exploits.

Slaughtering an army of 100,000 is a piece of cake.

The Great Jing Dynasty expanded its territory thanks to this elite army!

So, Emperor Qiyuan brought the Red-Clad Army with him? Where did he hide them? Did Emperor Qiyuan plan to go to war with Dayong from the very beginning?