Chapter 58 Who dares to stop me?
The palace path leading to the Imperial Garden was now a strange sight.
Eunuch Wang, accompanied by a group of guards, looked like a flock of ducks with their necks choked, their faces turning pale and then red, wanting to stop them but not daring to.
They could only watch helplessly as the two figures, one in black and one in red, swaggered through the restricted area.
Forget about "separate seating for men and women" and "strict palace rules".
Before that man carrying a sword and exuding a murderous aura, they were all reduced to worthless pieces of paper.
Tang Li was practically clinging to Pei Yunjing.
Only when she felt the desperate and resentful gazes of the eunuchs behind her gradually receding into the distance did she breathe a long sigh of relief.
Phew...that was close.
Fortunately, this lunatic is tough enough and stands tall enough.
Otherwise, if she had been alone today, she would probably already be "enjoying" the Ten Great Tortures of the Qing Dynasty in the Shenxing Division.
"What? Now you're scared?"
A deep, mocking voice came from above.
Pei Yunjing's large hand gripped her slender, supple waist tightly, and even through the heavy palace dress, the burning heat of his palm was still clearly palpable.
He could feel the little woman in his arms trembling slightly.
That complete dependence, that clinging to him as if he were the only lifeline, filled him with unprecedented joy and satisfaction.
In this palace filled with scheming and the stench of decay, everyone wears a mask, and everyone wants to kill him.
Only this foolish woman in my arms, though also trying to survive, is the purest and most naked ally.
"I'm scared..."
Tang Li buried her face in his chest and muttered softly, "I'm risking my life to act with the prince, how can I not be afraid?"
"snort."
Pei Yunjing sneered, tightening his grip and pulling her even closer:
"Don't worry. With me here, your head won't fall off."
As they were speaking, the view ahead suddenly opened up.
A rich floral fragrance mixed with the scent of perfume wafts towards you.
We've arrived at the Imperial Garden.
At this time, the Imperial Garden was a riot of color, with flowers blooming in profusion and fragrant breezes blowing in all directions.
The Empress Dowager sat on the high phoenix throne, the main seat. Although she was over fifty, she was very well-maintained, with a kind smile on her lips, listening to a group of beautiful women talking below.
Sitting at the head of the left-hand side was Grand Secretary Zhao's granddaughter, who was dignified and gentle.
On the right is General Li's eldest daughter, who is very dashing.
And there was Su Qingwan, who was known as the most talented woman in the capital, playing the zither to add to the merriment, the music melodious and beautiful.
On the surface, everyone appeared to be on good terms, but in reality, they were all secretly competing with each other.
They all knew what the highlight of the day was.
The legendary, unfavored regent's wife is about to make her appearance.
What they had to do was trample that naive and ignorant illegitimate daughter underfoot, and then seize the opportunity to rise to power and move into the Regent's Palace.
"Why haven't they arrived yet? Are they too scared to enter the palace?"
"Hehe, after all, he comes from the countryside, he probably has never seen such a scene before."
Just as everyone was whispering and waiting to see the joke,
"The Regent has arrived!"
"The Regent's Wife has arrived!"
Then the eunuch gave a loud, altered shout.
All sounds ceased abruptly.
The music stopped, and the laughter ceased.
All eyes turned to the entrance.
There, deep within the myriad flowers, lay a vista.
A tall, slender figure in black, embracing a splash of fiery red, walked slowly towards them, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun.
Pei Yunjing was dressed in a black python robe, his face was as handsome as jade, yet he was as cold as ice.
He placed one hand on his sword and the other domineeringly embraced the woman in his arms, their posture intimately close.
The woman in his arms, Tangli, was dressed in a bright red, high-necked palace gown. She was tall and had a cold and beautiful face.
Contrary to what people imagined—she was neither timid nor poor—but rather held her chin slightly high, and her phoenix eyes (drawn by Pei Yunjing) revealed an arrogance and sharpness identical to that of the man beside her.
Like two drawn swords, they plunged into the gentle and beautiful imperial garden with a suffocating sense of oppression.
The noble ladies who had prepared sarcastic remarks were now gaping, their eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.
What happened to being unfavored?
What happened to the abandoned wife I was promised?
How could she be considered an abandoned woman?
Look at the Regent's hand gripping the Queen's waist; the force is so great that it seems he wants to meld her into his body.
Looking into those protective eyes, anyone who dared to glance at them felt as if their eyes were about to be gouged out.
This is clearly—the most precious thing anyone can touch!
Those who wanted to see a joke only felt a burning pain on their faces.
What they saw was not a joke.
What they saw was the Regent's undisguised and suffocating possessiveness.
On the high platform.
The Empress Dowager's kind smile finally crumbled.
She stared intently at the man who swaggered into the back garden, not only escaping being stopped but also publicly displaying affection.
"Crack".
A crisp sound.
At that moment, one of the priceless jade prayer beads in the Empress Dowager's hand was crushed to pieces.
The powder fell in a soft patter.
The Empress Dowager took a deep breath, a venomous glint flashing in her eyes.
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