Check, of course we have to check.
The emperor withdrew his gaze and sat back on the dragon throne, but he never let Lin Chunhuan stand up.
Even though the porcelain in the imperial study was smashed all over the floor, there were still countless pieces of broken porcelain under Lin Chunhuan's knees, which passed through her dress and pierced deeply into her flesh.
Even though the emperor knew that she had just had a miscarriage, the bright red blood had already dyed her green palace dress red.
"Come here, announce Yanming to the Regent Palace."
The emperor lowered his eyebrows and kept staring at the face in front of him while speaking, as if trying to see some expression he expected from it.
But... no, nothing.
Apart from the grievance, those eyes were clear and honest, and even for a moment made the emperor doubt whether his information was really wrong.
Yanming came quickly. His clothes were simple but made of expensive fabric, and his hair was neatly done.
She had lipstick on her lips and looked healthy, with the demeanor of a strategist. It was obvious that she had been carefully dressed up before entering the palace.
I don't know if this way of dressing was her own idea or someone else's.
Without any unnecessary nonsense, the emperor's questioning came fast and fiercely, still with the same handwritten letter, "Yanming, I remember you. We met once at Hongxiu Tower."
"So, you have something to say."
The emperor's tone was cold, and Yanming only glanced at the handwritten letter before his eyes met the emperor's. "I cannot hide my relationship with the imperial concubine, nor have I ever thought of hiding it. I wonder what the emperor wants to find out from me."
Their eyes met in the air. Lin Chunhuan knelt on the side without saying a word. Even since Yan Ming entered the room, the two of them had never made eye contact for a moment.
After a long pause, the emperor finally let out a laugh. "Miss Yanming, do you think I can't find out the origin of this handwritten letter?"
"oh?"
Yanming raised her eyebrows. Even though the person standing before her was the almighty emperor, who could take her life in an instant if he displeased her, her back never bent even a bit.
After living under the power of a powerful person for a long time, people tend to become numb.
Yanming loosened his grip and let the book fall to the ground. "If Your Majesty doesn't mind the trouble, I wouldn't mind hearing about the origins of this thing."
"After all, the handwritten letter came about inexplicably, and I'm very interested in its origins."
His narrow eyes narrowed slightly. "You mean you don't know where this handwritten letter came from?"
After saying this, Yanming straightened his back even more, and even kowtowed in a very formal manner, "When I entered the palace today, I never thought I would be able to leave alive."
"As a counselor in the palace, I have some skills in gathering information. If my guess is correct, the news the Emperor received is that this handwritten letter was delivered to me by the Imperial Concubine."
This time, the emperor did not say anything, obviously agreeing with Yanming's statement.
Yanming chuckled. "So, does the emperor believe this or not? If he did, the one kneeling here right now shouldn't be the Imperial Concubine. Where's Miss Afu? Why isn't she here?"
"Ridiculous!" The emperor slammed his palm down on the table. "Who the hell are you? Do I even need to report to you about what I should do?"
Ignored the emperor's sudden attack.
Yanming did not lie. When she entered the palace today, she really did not think that she could walk out alive.
She came with the intention of dying.
Seeing Yan Ming's thoughts, Lin Chunhuan stared at the pillar in front of him without blinking, but his clenched fists were already full of cold sweat. It took a lot of effort to gradually steady his breathing.
"It seems that you still don't believe it. The idea of ​​possessing a dead body to revive a soul is really unbelievable, isn't it?" The emperor's gloomy face did not let Yan Ming stop talking.
Instead, he spoke more excitedly. Yanming raised his head, his eyes flashing with madness, "Your Majesty, why don't you think about this? The Regent knows that it is impossible to resurrect a dead body."
"Then why is he so bold? How could he refuse to hand over his military power? How could he... so easily believe these lies?"
"Or perhaps he simply chose to believe what he wanted to believe." Yanming reached out and tapped the word "Queen" in the handwritten letter. "If there is any doubt about the royal bloodline."
"What a logical and reasonable reason this is to rebuild Tian Gang."
Bang!
The emperor was speechless as cold sweat kept pouring out of his head. In just a moment, even his dragon robe was soaked.
There was a long silence in the imperial study. Lin Chunhuan pursed her lips. Yanming had done much better than she had expected. "Your Majesty, I know that no matter what I say now, I will not gain your trust."
"But please think about this, Your Majesty. The Prince Regent persecuted me to such an extent. If I hadn't met you, I don't know what kind of situation I would be in now. I wish I could eat him alive!"
"Even if there really is something wrong with Chun Yu, the Regent, that devilish man, becoming emperor, can my situation be any better than it is now?"
The emperor opened his mouth, and the voices of the two women talking in turn made his brain unable to think for a moment. It was like a chaos, with only endless coldness spreading behind him.
At this moment, Yan Ming's action dispelled the emperor's last bit of doubt.
She stood up straight and took off her clothes one by one until she was naked.
Mingming has a graceful body and her curvy figure is very tempting.
But the blue and purple scars, new and old superimposed on each other, were obvious to any discerning person as they had not been formed in a day or two. The traces of sexual intercourse mixed in them silently accused the abuser of cruelty.
"It's true that Yanming volunteered to serve as the Regent's advisor, but for the past year, I've been living a life worse than death! The Regent has never forgotten the frustration of having his concubine kidnapped from Hongxiu Tower!"
"He vents all his frustrations on the common people... A person like that will often be destroyed by what he can't get. He's doing that, isn't he?"
The night was long, and two slender figures lay side by side on the beam, with several jars of sweet fruit wine in front of them.
The moonlight poured down, making Yanming's face even paler.
"Stop drinking. Do you really want to die here with me?"
Lin Chunhuan frowned and snatched the wine jar from Yanming's hand. The concern in his eyes was almost overflowing. "My medicine is not a panacea. You should take care of it yourself."
"What's the point of keeping him? He won't live long anyway." Yan Ming curled his lips indifferently, but didn't reach for the wine jar again. "Ah Huan, do you think he... believes it?"
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