However, this plan, which was still in its infancy and being secretly plotted, was like a fragile dream bubble, and it shattered instantly under the sharp gaze and decisive methods of Prime Minister Su.
Moreover, Prime Minister Su had quietly added a large number of complicated and trivial official duties to Ye Xingli and Lu Yunqi.
These official duties, like mountains of boulders, weighed heavily on the shoulders of Ye Xingli and Lu Yunqi.
Every day, from the first light of dawn, they would bury themselves in mountains of paperwork, dealing with one thorny task after another.
Even as night deepened and all was quiet, their busy figures could still be seen under the dim candlelight.
Under such circumstances, even though the emperor was filled with resentment and anger, he could only sigh helplessly, knowing that it was no longer appropriate to impose any further punishment on the two.
At this moment, the emperor was filled with helplessness and frustration, like a lion trapped in a cage.
He possessed great power and authority, yet he was unable to break free of his restraints and could only roar angrily within his cage.
He could only pray silently in his heart, the prayer sounding like a faint cry from the deepest part of his soul.
He prayed that his capable and meticulous Right Chancellor would not, in some unguarded moment, recall that he had also been involved in this matter to some extent.
If that were truly the case, then it would be a blessing from heaven, thank goodness.
Even with such self-consolation, the Emperor's feelings of grievance surged like a raging undercurrent, difficult to quell.
That sense of injustice weighed on his heart like a heavy boulder, making it hard for him to breathe.
In addition, a dark emotion was faintly growing in the deepest part of his heart.
The emotions were like ghosts lurking in the dark abyss, occasionally surfacing and gnawing at his heart, leaving him tossing and turning in the dead of night, unable to fall asleep.
Finally, on a quiet night with a moon as clear as water, the soft moonlight shone through the carved window lattices and onto the floor of the palace, as if a layer of silvery frost had been laid on it.
The Emperor and Empress sat side by side, the atmosphere around them tranquil and peaceful.
However, the emperor's frustration was like a flood that had burst its banks, and he could no longer suppress it.
His eyes revealed weariness and helplessness, and his voice carried a hint of sorrow.
He poured out all his grievances and unspeakable dark emotions to the Empress.
His outpouring of emotions flowed like a gentle stream, as if only in this way could he slightly alleviate the pain in his heart.
The Empress listened quietly to the Emperor's words, her eyes, clear as autumn water, always revealing gentleness and wisdom.
She tilted her head slightly, a faint smile on her face, like a blooming lotus flower, beautiful and serene.
After the Emperor finished speaking, the Empress gently raised her hand and tenderly took his hand in hers.
Those hands were soft and warm, as if they possessed a magical power that could dispel the gloom in the emperor's heart.
She parted her lips slightly, her voice like a clear mountain spring, flowing gently into the Emperor's heart: "Your Majesty may wish to consider this carefully."
If I, as a concubine, were to be plotted against in this way, how would Your Majesty feel, and how would you respond?
The Empress's gentle words seemed to possess an invisible magic, like a breeze gently rippled across a lake, creating profound ripples in the Emperor's heart.
The ripples, like the fine lines on a lake surface in spring, gently spread slowly and leisurely in the Emperor's heart.
Each delicate ripple seemed to carry the myriad profound meanings contained in the Empress's gentle words.
Like an invisible yet powerful undercurrent, layers upon layers of continuous thoughts quietly rose in the emperor's heart.
Amidst this swirling vortex of thoughts, a fleeting, enigmatic look suddenly crossed the Emperor's eyes.
That expression was like a deep, bottomless pool under the night sky; at first glance, it was profound and mysterious, making it difficult to grasp its true meaning.
In that expression, there was a burning anger that instantly ignited from the Empress's words, as if someone had dared to lay a hand on the person he cherished most.
This was undoubtedly a blatant and arrogant provocation against his supreme imperial power and dignity, and anger burned fiercely in his heart.
It seemed as if it wanted to burn away all those who dared to offend it; yet it also seemed to conceal a certain degree of power within this fleeting, electric moment.
After careful consideration and weighing of the options, his mind raced as he pondered what would happen if he were truly faced with such a dire situation.
How exactly should one maintain the empress's inviolable dignity and defend one's supreme authority in the most appropriate, powerful, and imperial manner?
However, almost at the same instant that complex and unpredictable expression flashed across his eyes like lightning, the Emperor spoke without the slightest hesitation or thought.
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