"But what about your father, the Emperor..."
The Empress hesitated, as if she wanted to say something but then stopped herself.
Mo Shaoqing bent down and poured her a cup of tea.
"Mother, compared to Ninth Prince, Father Emperor doesn't even take me seriously. Think about it, a woman who can summon a golden dragon is not one of his concubines, but the wife of someone who once fought with him for the throne. If you were Father Emperor, wouldn't you be even more wary and want to destroy or take her for yourself?"
The Empress's expression froze instantly.
Jiang Qingwan's absolutely stunning face came to mind.
...
Jiang Qingwan and her entourage traversed most of the palace and arrived outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation.
The old eunuch raised his hand to block Ye Qi and Qing Sui from entering.
"The Emperor Emeritus is unwell and cannot be seen with any murderous intent. Please wait here."
Ye Qi immediately gave Qing Sui a wink.
Just as Qinghui was about to speak, Jiang Qingwan raised her hand to stop her.
"The retired emperor won't do anything to me."
After speaking, he followed the old eunuch into the hall.
As soon as she entered, she felt an increasingly intense aura of death.
Looking up at the sky above the Hall of Mental Cultivation, there seemed to be a vortex swirling above it, gray and indistinct.
The old eunuch stopped outside the main hall, bowed, and called out to those inside.
"Your Majesty, the Ninth Princess Consort has arrived."
A moment later, a man emerged from inside. He was dressed in plain clothes and looked haggard and worried. It was Zhong Yuan.
Zhong Yuan bowed deeply.
"Greetings, Ninth Princess Consort. The Emperor Emeritus invites you in."
Jiang Qingwan nodded slightly and stepped inside.
The lingering, deathly aura exuded a strange, chilling coldness.
The wind blows across the skin, raising goosebumps as if it's trying to burrow into the bones.
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