Chapter 551: The Regent’s order: Enter the palace immediately for a grand court meeting!

In this suffocating silence, a sharp and piercing scream pierced the night sky, coming from far away and getting closer: "How dare you! You bunch of dogs and slaves! How dare you tie me up?! Let go! Let me go! I will kill all your clans!!" The voice was filled with incredible rage and hysteria.

This was followed by Narancia's anxious shouts and sounds of pursuit: "Stop! Let the princess go!" He was disheveled and looked embarrassed. He had been waiting for the princess to return home with great difficulty. Just after two days of peace, he saw his wife being tied up and dragged out like a prisoner in the blink of an eye.

Nalan Mei also stumbled after him, her little face pale with fear, and she cried out in a sobbing voice, "Mother! How dare you! Let my mother go!" She wanted to pull the secret guard away, but was forced back by his cold gaze.

The kneeling people in the Nalan Mansion couldn't help but raise their heads slightly and look in the direction of the voice.

This sight almost made them hold their breath. The usually high-handed and arrogant Princess Wenshu now had her hair in disarray and was tightly bound with rough ropes. She was being dragged mercilessly by two expressionless secret guards!

An indescribable, almost twisted sense of joy instantly surged through the hearts of everyone in the Nalan Mansion! The humiliation and ridicule they had endured for years because of this domineering princess seemed to have found some kind of release at this moment.

Seeing her in such a miserable state, many people had a flash of relief in their eyes.

Princess Wenshu's curses abruptly stopped the moment she saw Mo Liyuan, then erupted in even greater fury: "Mo Liyuan?! It's you?! What do you mean?! How dare you send someone to humiliate me like this?! I'm the eldest princess of the dynasty! Do you still have the Empress Dowager and the royal family in your eyes?! I'll definitely report you to my mother..."

"Shut up!" Mo Liyuan's voice was not loud, but it seemed to be wrapped in ten thousand years of ice, with a majesty that could freeze the soul, instantly cutting off all of Princess Wenshu's shouting in her throat.

Tianyi quickly stepped forward, knelt on one knee, clasped his fists, and said in a deep voice, "Master, the eldest princess refused to cooperate and fiercely resisted. I had no choice but to resort to this last resort. Please punish me, Master."

Mo Liyuan's gaze was like a poisoned blade, coldly piercing Princess Wenshu's face, which was twisted with anger and fear.

He opened his thin lips slightly, and every word was like a hammer hammering down on the hearts of everyone present: "Princess Wenshu, you keep a male lover. You have no sense of shame and have insulted the dignity of the royal family. Your crime is unforgivable! From this day forward, you will be stripped of your title of Princess and all honors, demoted to a commoner! You will be imprisoned for life in the Heavenly Prison, and you will never be allowed out!"

The moment these words fell, everyone in the Nalan Mansion was stunned, almost unable to believe their ears. The eldest princess had been keeping male lovers for a long time, and now the regent was calling it "insulting the dignity of the royal family"? He was even deposed and imprisoned for life?! After the huge shock, an uncontrollable ecstasy almost burst out of their chests. Despite their best efforts to restrain themselves, their faces inevitably revealed the relief and relief of having survived the disaster.

Princess Wenshu was like being struck by lightning. She froze in place, the blood draining from her face, leaving only a deathly pale color.

When she finally regained consciousness from the devastating judgment, Mo Liyuan was nowhere to be seen. Only the sound of horse hooves faded rapidly into the night.

"No!!!" A shrill and extremely desperate scream tore through the night sky, "Why?! Mo Liyuan! Why do you want to destroy me?! Why do you want to imprison me?! I want to see the Queen Mother! Mother! Mother, save me!!!" She struggled frantically, but was like an ant trying to shake a tree.

Tian Yi waved his hand indifferently: "Take it away!"

"Wenshu! Princess!" Naranjia's heart was broken, and he subconsciously rushed over.

But his arms were tightly grabbed by the two brothers beside him.

The second brother lowered his voice and said anxiously with fear: "Brother! Are you crazy! That's the Regent! They are from the Regent's Palace! What can our Nalan Mansion use to save them? Don't sacrifice the entire Nalan Mansion!"

The third brother also nodded vigorously, with undisguised fear on his face.

Nalan Mei burst into tears and looked at the elders in despair: "Second uncle, third uncle! That's my mother! Please think of a way...Grandfather, grandmother..."

The old man of the Nalan Mansion, who had been silent all the time, watched the people from the Regent's Palace retreat like a tide, and then he slowly stood up with the help of servants.

He looked at the empty gate, which was only covered in rubbish, and then glanced in the direction where the princess was dragged away. He snorted coldly with endless resentment, "Save her? How can we in the Nalan Mansion save her? She brought all this upon herself! She brought this upon herself!"

He paused, his voice tired and cold, "Tomorrow morning, find someone to repair the gate. Everyone, go home and get some rest." After saying that, he no longer looked at anyone, turned around and staggered away into the deep night.

Leaving behind a dead silence and the turbulent waves churning in everyone's heart.

The next day, at the end of Yinshi (around five in the morning).

The capital city, which should have been immersed in the New Year's holiday and deep sleep, had its silence shattered by the iron hoof of the Regent's Palace.

The sound of hurried horse hooves and cold knocks on doors echoed from house to house. The guards' voices were flat but unquestionable: "The Regent has ordered us to enter the palace immediately for a grand meeting!"

The ministers who were dragged out from their warm beds and quilts, faced the biting cold wind, sleepy-eyed, full of resentment but dared not show it at all. They had to wrap themselves tightly in heavy court robes and hurried to the solemn hall in the deepest night before dawn.

They exchanged doubtful glances with each other, whispered to each other, and were swept away by the cold wind on the empty palace road, leaving behind only confusion: What kind of earth-shattering event could have happened that made the Regent unable to wait even for this rare half-month rest?

Inside the hall.

Huge golden pillars with coiled dragons support the spacious and lofty roof of the hall. The charcoal basin in the corner only has a faint red light, which cannot dispel the bone-chilling chill in the early morning of deep winter.

The ministers stood in rows, their breath turning into frost, rubbing their hands nervously, some lowering their heads, some glancing around, and their whispers sounded like countless tiny insects crawling in the empty hall.

Suddenly, an invisible cold current swept over!

The light at the entrance of the palace dimmed, and Mo Liyuan, dressed in the python robe of Prince Xuan Mo, walked in slowly, stepping on the cold gold bricks.

The noisy atmosphere in the hall suddenly turned silent, as if an invisible hand had strangled its throat.

His face was as solemn as ten thousand years of black ice. Wherever his deep eyes swept across, the air seemed to freeze and form frost. His chilling murderous aura made the entire court's civil and military officials feel a chill down their spines and their hair stand on end.

"Greetings to the Regent, His Majesty!" The uniform but noticeable tremor of the greetings rang out.

Mo Liyuan ignored him and walked straight to the imperial steps without looking around. Tianyi appeared silently like a shadow, brought a black cushioned armchair, and put it down steadily.

Mo Liyuan then lifted his robe and slowly sat down, his posture calm yet carrying a heavy burden.

He lowered his eyes, as if examining the cold cracks in the bricks, and allowed all the officials in the hall to remain in the posture of bowing and saluting, frozen in place.

Time flows in dead silence, and every breath seems extremely long.

The ministers maintained their saluting posture, their backs and waists aching, their knees aching slightly on the cold floor tiles, and their hearts beating like drums.

The low pressure emanating from the Regent was icy and biting, even colder than the wind outside the palace. Today... I'm afraid something big is going to happen.

Just when this suffocating oppression was about to reach its peak...