However, if she doesn't leave, it would prove that Yue Qingling faked her death.
Although Leng Feiran knew the truth, Lin Qingyu did not want to be the one who betrayed her husband.
She took the Twilight Rain Sword and went to report to the female official in charge of personnel movements in the palace. Then, looking distressed, she prepared to head to the teleportation array.
However, when she arrived in front of the teleportation array, she saw two sword-wielding cultivators waiting for her with respectful expressions.
Lin Qingyu's heart skipped a beat.
"Master Lin!"
The monk bowed politely in greeting.
Lin Qingyu glanced indifferently at the teleportation array and asked softly, "You two are elders of the Qingyue Sect, right?"
"Yes, Lord Lin has a very good memory."
Why are you stopping me?
The sword-wielding monks exchanged a smile and gripped their scabbards.
"His Majesty's decree: Lin Qingyu shall be imprisoned in the dungeon. If he resists, he shall be killed without exception!"
Lord Lin, you are a pillar of the court. We brothers advise you to cooperate a little.
Once Her Majesty calms down, she will still appoint you.
So, please come with us!
Lin Qingyu gave a bitter laugh.
Only then did she realize that Leng Feiran was going to take revenge on her.
Even a fool would know that the Demonic Empress could not possibly be so magnanimous.
Her head of white hair and two months of madness and confusion deserved some retribution!
Lin Qingyu silently handed over the Twilight Rain Sword and, along with the two cultivators, quietly entered the palace dungeon.
"Clang!"
The dungeon door was locked with iron chains.
Lin Qingyu looked around the relatively clean cell, found a mat, sat down quietly, hugged her shoulders, and awaited her fate.
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