A ruthless glint flashed in Nangong Zeyue's eyes, and a bloodthirsty sneer appeared on her lips. "Of course, we'll let the Emperor see it first, and then kill him."
He kept Yue Niang's instructions in mind, and created a persona for himself, first to deflate Mo Ziyan's arrogance, and also to let those fickle ministers know that he was not to be trifled with.
Nangong Zeyue had already arranged for people to go out and let the people of the entire Liang Kingdom know that he had returned.
Along the way, he enjoyed the magnificent scenery, and the people were full of anticipation and enthusiasm for his return, which moved him deeply.
He learned from Gong Xishuo that the reason why the people were so enthusiastic about him was inseparable from the Empress's efforts over the years.
After losing her beloved son, the empress would go to the temple to pray for blessings and make donations every now and then, and countless people benefited from her kindness.
Some envoys felt that the Crown Prince's return was too ostentatious and were secretly afraid that he might be assassinated again that night.
However, the nights back in the capital were unusually quiet, and although there were no assassins, they still couldn't sleep well.
The capital of the Liang Kingdom was located in Yunmeng City.
When the news reached Yunmeng City, Mo Ziyan was so angry that he smashed things in his study.
The people sent out were lost in batches, with only a few returning with news.
The guards outside the study shook their heads inwardly when they heard the sound of porcelain falling to the ground inside.
"Your Highness, please calm down. The Crown Prince will be entering the palace soon. Your anger won't help. You should think of a solution quickly," the personal guard in the room advised tremblingly.
"Useless, a bunch of useless people, unable to even kill a powerless person." Mo Ziyan said, grabbing the inkstone on the table and about to smash it.
The guard mustered his courage and said, "Your Highness, please don't be anxious. His identity still needs to be verified. Those corrupt civil officials have no proof. Who knows where they got an imposter from?"
Mo Ziyan's eyes lit up. "That's right! I was so angry with the Nanzhao Kingdom and that bunch of useless people that I lost my mind. Not a single one of them is of any use."
"That's right, if he can't pass the blood test, no matter who he is, he has to go back to where he came from!"
Mo Ziyan gently put down the inkstone, a triumphant smile appearing on his lips.
The Emperor's health was deteriorating, and he had planted spies everywhere in the palace. He was watching the Empress's every move. He knew that someone without a powerful background and of dubious origin could not achieve anything great.
Mo Ziyan pondered for a moment and then strode toward the inner palace.
Inside Yongchun Palace, a beautiful woman dressed in light and elegant clothes reclines languidly on a chaise longue.
Because she was lying on her side, her clothes were half-open, her breasts were half-exposed, and her snow-white skin was like mutton fat jade.
The beautiful woman was in her early thirties, with a stunning appearance, a curvaceous figure, and captivating eyes. She exuded a mature and alluring charm.
The phrase "born with a seductive charm" perfectly describes a beauty like her.
She was none other than Consort Lan, Mo Ziyan's birth mother, and also the princess sent by the Nanzhao Kingdom to the Liang Kingdom for a marriage alliance.
Before the chaise lounge, a tall man knelt down and reported to her on the battle situation between Nanzhao and Wanling.
The beautiful woman stared intently at the man before her with her alluring eyes and asked, "Has the south said when the war will resume?"
The man looked up, his gaze lingering greedily on the exposed breasts.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed and said, "I've inquired with the General. Nanzhao has suffered heavy losses, and the soldiers need to rest for a while. There are no plans to send troops out for the time being."
"Yes, thank you for your hard work."
A captivating smile appeared in Consort Lan's eyes as she reached out her slender hand toward the man's face.
Her slender fingers, painted with bright red nail polish, traced the man's long, thick eyebrows, gently brushed across his straight nose, and finally lingered on his supple, sensual lips, caressing them back and forth.
Consort Lan's beautiful eyes fell on the man, as if admiring a painting, and the possessiveness she inadvertently revealed was like looking at her beloved pet.
The man in front of me had handsome, sculpted features, sharp angles, and a strong, upright figure like an eagle soaring over the grasslands. He exuded a unique masculine charm.
Especially the way he looked at her, as if he wanted to devour her whole. Consort Lan loved his undisguised, burning gaze.
A delicate fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose, and a beautiful woman lay before him. The man's blood was already surging with desire, like a beast poised to pounce.
When that soft hand touched his Adam's apple, he suddenly grabbed that jade hand and pressed it against his face.
The man glanced into the palace and, seeing no maidservants present, grasped her soft hand and kissed it.
"Han Nu, come here, I've sent all the palace maids away." Consort Lan wrapped her other hand around Han Nu's neck like a serpent.
"Princess, it has been several days since we last met. Today, I will serve you well."
Han Nu lowered his head and kissed those alluring red lips, caressing them gently.
A pair of rough, large hands moved up and down, while the soft moans of a beautiful woman reached his ears.
A thin veil slipped from her fragrant shoulders, revealing glimpses of spring.
Han Nu murmured softly, "Princess, you are so beautiful. You are like the fiery flower of our Nanzhao, so fragrant and sweet that you haunt my dreams."
Han Nu's voice was hoarse, and his passionate kisses traveled down her snow-white neck. Consort Lan enjoyed the man's passion. Before long, she slumped back in the chaise lounge.
Of all the guards sent by Nanzhao, she liked Han Nu the most. He was handsome, strong, and young. Unlike other warriors, he was gentle and considerate, and knew how to combine strength and gentleness.
Consort Lan, her eyes glazed, gasped, "Servant, carry me inside."
Han Nu's eyes were already filled with lust, ignited by the beauty in his arms.
He tightened his grip, his knees lifted off the ground, and Consort Lan wrapped her arms around his neck.
He carried the beautiful woman in his arms and strode into the palace, leaving behind a figure in splendid robes lying disheveled on the chaise longue.
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