The little bastard may have escaped once by luck, but this vast harem is ultimately in my own hands. I can easily find a pretext to deal with the little bastard, so why should I provoke Helian Nie?

It's too late to think about these things now. Helian Nie is already furious, so Wen Changle can only bite the bullet and explain.

"Your Majesty, I had no such intention. I was just thinking that if the old nanny died so mysteriously, it would inevitably cause panic in the harem..."

Helian Nie's gaze fell on Wen Changle, who was now meek and submissive, and his peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly.

Suddenly, a low, soft laugh escaped from those thin, crimson lips, carrying a chilling, sinister undertone.

"A lowly servant who dared to bully others, he is dead, so be it. Does he think he is superior just because he was brought from the General's Mansion by the beloved concubine?"

"Is the harem in a state of panic? I have not yet established an empress, and the position of empress is vacant. If I remember correctly, it is my beloved concubine who is in charge of this harem?"

"If what you're saying is true, my harem is in chaos because of this trivial matter. In that case, I have to doubt whether you really have the ability to continue to manage the harem."

Helian Nie's words were like sharp blades without poison, each one mercilessly piercing Wen Changle's heart.

This caused Wen Changle's composed expression to change repeatedly. If she hadn't been holding a handkerchief in her hand, her palms would probably have been bleeding from her own nails, which were painted with cardamom.

"Is what I said correct?"

Wen Changle's obviously unwell expression was obvious to anyone with eyes, but unfortunately, Helian Nie was a villainous tyrant.

Sorry, he can't tell.

Showing pity and tenderness to women, ah, is it that supreme power has lost its allure, or that the dragon throne is no longer comfortable for him?

"Your Majesty, I know I was wrong." Despite her thousand resentments and ten thousand grievances, Wen Changle could only lower her head and silently admit her mistake.

Ultimately, it was her miscalculation; she shouldn't have let the scene she saw when she woke up this morning cloud her judgment.

He had completely forgotten that Helian Nie was a man of great cunning. Since he had already taken that little bastard Helian Ci to Yongqing Palace, how could he possibly be on his side?

"Very good. It is a great virtue to admit one's mistakes and correct them. If my beloved concubine has nothing else, you may leave. I have other matters to attend to."

Helian Nie was satisfied. The slight curve of his thin, crimson lips disappeared, and he closed his eyes, looking utterly exhausted.

"Yes, Your Majesty, I shall take my leave."

The alluring charm had vanished from Wen Changle's meticulously applied makeup, leaving only a forced, strained smile.

He bowed slightly to Helian Nie, then turned and hurried toward the door of the imperial study.

If you look closely, you can almost see her graceful figure sway slightly.

It seems that Helian Nie's words really made him both angry and furious, but he dared not vent his anger, and he was almost suffering internal injuries from holding it in.

Helian Nie, however, seemed not to hear, still resting his chin on one hand, his peach blossom eyes slightly closed, as if he were resting due to fatigue.

"Creak." The door to the Imperial Study was closed from the outside, making a slight sound.

Helian Nie, who was still lazily leaning back in the nanmu chair with his eyes closed, slowly opened his slightly closed eyes.

When his narrow, peach-blossom eyes looked towards the entrance of the imperial study, a terrifying, malevolent aura seemed to rise from the depths of hell within them. He remained there for a long time.

On his devilishly handsome face, his thin, crimson lips slowly curved upwards. "The Wen family, huh."