Consort Yi stood up, looking at Emperor Zhou Jin with a tender expression: "Your Majesty, do you still remember my name?"
"I'm so jealous! Xi'er gets all your love, your unwavering protection, and you punish the murderer so easily." Consort Yi's voice was soft, but it reached Zhou Jin's ears clearly.
"I hate myself, I hate that I didn't protect my son. I hate all the concubines in the harem, I hate that they stole your favor. But—I hate you even more, Zhou Jin." The Imperial Concubine Yi's tone suddenly turned cold, "Why can't you spare even a sliver of your love for me!"
"Consort Yi, I have nothing more to say. You are hereby granted the right to commit suicide." Zhou Jin was also puzzled. He felt that he was not that kind of person. How could he tolerate his concubine harming his offspring?
This doubt persisted until he left Yong'an Palace, and he still couldn't figure it out. So he simply left the question behind. Now he desperately wanted to return to Luanxi Pavilion, because only by seeing her could he feel at ease.
"Deal with those disloyal people." Zhou Jin gave one last instruction before leaving. An Yi knew he was referring to the people on the list, and after receiving the order, he flew off to carry it out.
Many things happened in the palace that night. Consort Yi died suddenly, and many palace servants mysteriously disappeared. But people seemed not to notice anything. The sun still rose as usual, the palace servants still went about their work as usual, and everyone kept quiet about it.
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The Seventh Prince's Residence.
"Your Highness, news has come from the palace that the Emperor has executed Consort Yi and purged her faction, and in the process, also purged many of our factions." The speaker was an ordinary-looking, inconspicuous merchant. His true identity was a spy trained by the Seventh Prince. He rushed to report such a major event.
Zhou Changling remained silent. He had been disappointed in his father for a long time, and he knew his father well; this was not his style.
What exactly happened?
Suddenly, a thought struck him, and he remembered that alluring beauty—Consort Rong. Yes, it seemed his father truly cared for her. If…
Thinking of that exceptionally beautiful and intelligent person, for some reason, he always felt a sense of resentment.
From the first moment he saw her, he was deeply infatuated, though he himself was unaware of it until he was betrothed to her, at which point he suddenly realized that he—wanted her.
A thought churned in Zhou Changling's mind, a thought that took root in his heart day after day: the Bai family had wronged him, the Bai woman should have been offered to him, and she should have been his.
The Seventh Prince, Zhou Changling, thought of Bai Lingxi's slender waist, her unreal beauty, and the coquettish look on her face when she was being affectionate with his father. He felt extremely irritated. Why couldn't such a beautiful woman be his?
Zhou Changling told himself that such a beauty was born to be his.
Zhou Changling's inner desires grew wildly like weeds, and he didn't know how much longer he could endure it.
But one thing he knew for sure was that she was still Consort Rong in the palace, his beloved mother whom he could never infringe upon. Perhaps, though...
To create an accident that would cause Consort Rong in the palace to disappear from this world.
Unfortunately, his father is keeping a close watch on him. What should he do?
If I want something, there's nothing I can't have. Even if she's Consort Rong in the palace, he still has to have her.
No one knew that the seemingly upright and virtuous Seventh Prince harbored such despicable thoughts, and Zhou Jin, far away in the palace, was even more unaware.
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