Chapter 156
The next moment, a 'whoosh' sound came from inside the hall.
The large double-sided embroidery screen lay on the ground, the exquisite embroidery lying there. Song Xuan stared at the embroidery, then stomped on it hard.
The wooden board shattered, and the double-sided embroidery also had a hole in it.
The location was right there at that dilapidated temple...
Song Xuan stared at the hole, a sinister laugh escaping his lips, tears streaming down his face. In his bloodshot eyes, besides hatred, there was also the desolation of betrayal.
He took a few steps back and collapsed to the ground, the sharp pain in his head reminding him that this was not a dream.
His empress, his wife, and the affection between them—it was all fake, all fake.
"Extinguish the incense. From now on, nothing related to jasmine will be allowed in the entire palace!" Song Xuan's tone was sinister and chilling.
If she dares to scheme against him, he will make her pay a heavy price!
Thinking this, he tore off the mandarin duck pouch from his waist and tossed it carelessly on the ground, like a piece of disgusting trash...
Xiazi kowtowed tremblingly and carefully replied, "Yes, Your Majesty."
Enraged, Song Xuan coughed up blood again, compounded by his lingering ailment. He touched the scar on his chest, feeling his headache worsen, and his expression grew increasingly grim...
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The trip to the south of the Yangtze River was postponed.
Having witnessed the truth, Song Xuan suffered physical harm and lost all interest in traveling to Jiangnan.
The jasmine flowers in the palace were pulled out overnight by the palace servants, all the red plum blossoms in the East Palace were cut down, the plaque of Siqing Hall was taken down, and even jasmine incense was banned.
But everything inside the Ice Palace remained the same. The human skin mask was put back on the corpse, and the palace servants who were there that day were ordered not to speak out, or they would be killed without mercy.
Song Xuan understood that Shen Qingnian's scheme to marry him and have a child must have been orchestrated by someone. Furthermore, Shen Zheng's repeated mentions of moving the corpse to the imperial mausoleum made the identity of the mastermind crystal clear...
Three days later, dark clouds loomed over the capital, and the entire palace was shrouded in a gloomy and oppressive atmosphere.
Inside Yong'an Palace.
Song Xuan, dressed in black, sat upright in the hall. His expression was gloomy, his dark eyes were dark and deep, and his originally handsome features were covered with a layer of coldness. You could hear a pin drop in the entire hall.
Xiao Yanqing sat beside him.
"Father, are you feeling any better?" Little Yanqing asked cautiously, his childish voice full of concern.
He was very worried when his father fell ill that day.
Song Xuan looked at Xiao Yanqing sitting on the stool. Her small, round face had features that were seven or eight parts similar to Shen Qingnian's. Anger and sarcasm welled up in his heart.
His dark eyes were deep and unfathomable to Xiao Yanqing. The next moment, he lifted Xiao Yanqing onto his lap.
“Father…” Xiao Yanqing was a little afraid of Song Xuan like this, and couldn’t help but grab the hem of his black robe, her face showing some trepidation.
He felt that his father had become frightening since his illness. His father had been frightening before, but he was not afraid of him. However, his father today made him feel somewhat afraid.
Song Xuan's face was cold, but his words were no different from usual: "I am fine. Was Yan Qing frightened?"
Xiao Yanqing shook her head.
Then, he cautiously began, "Father, I wish to ask if Mother is still alive..."
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