Chapter 135 Tyrant's White Moonlight 32



Liunian was dressed in black, kneeling on the ground with a look of readiness for death, with no intention of explaining or struggling at all.

Fuyun was even more anxious than Liunian at the time. They entered the palace at the age of fifteen and had been with the emperor for four or five years. They knew each other well. Moreover, Liunian was a martial arts master, and the emperor had always valued Liunian.

In the past, everything was handled by the passing years.

"Your Majesty," Fu Yun kowtowed to Yan Chou several times and said in a trembling voice, "How could Liu Nian betray you? Is there some misunderstanding?"

Yan Chou's slender right hand tightly gripped the hilt of the sword, his eyes staring straight at Liu Nian.

The entire Chengming Palace was immersed in inky silence.

Blood kept gushing out of Liunian's chest. He pursed his lips and said nothing.

Fu Yun swallowed his saliva. If Liu Nian begged for mercy, maybe the emperor would let him go. As long as the sword did not pierce his heart, he could still be saved.

"Liunian, please explain to the Emperor..."

Liu Nian opened his mouth and said weakly, "I have nothing to say."

Fu Yun moved his knees and moved to Yan Chou's side. He gently grabbed the hem of Yan Chou's dragon robe and said with a choked voice: "Your Majesty, no matter who betrays you, it will not be the same as the fleeting years..."

Yan Chou let Fu Yun pull at his robe, his deep eyes filled with mockery, "If it wasn't him who betrayed me, who else could it be the Queen?"

Fu Yun was stunned and loosened his grip slightly, "Your Majesty..."

Yan Chou's thin lips were icy and cold. "Did you do anything with the sandalwood last night? After I was under the influence of hallucinations, you took advantage of me taking a breath outside and used your Qinggong to send the Prime Minister's daughter into the palace."

Fu Yun opened his mouth in disbelief and looked at the sandalwood that had burned out last night.

Liunian could feel the blood in his body flowing out bit by bit. He knew that Yan Chou would not kill him and would keep him alive to find out who was behind this.

For the first time, he looked at Yan Chou with the most genuine eyes, and the disgust in his eyes was about to burst out.

Fuyun also noticed Liunian's expression and stood there in a daze.

Yan Chou glared at him and said, "If you tell me who told you to do this, I might spare your life."

As soon as he finished speaking, Liunian gritted his teeth, reached out to grasp the sword, and with a burst of force, stabbed the blade into his chest.

The sword that Yan Chou had rewarded him with also took his life.

Yan Chou watched the people around him die. He slowly closed his eyes, loosened the hilt of the sword, and exhaled a heavy breath.

Fu Yun took a long time to recover from his shock.

But the only thing he could confirm was that the emperor was probably in a very desperate mood.

Liu Nian was trained by the emperor, and he and Liu Nian were the people the emperor trusted most in the palace.

Fuyun wiped her tears and stood up from the ground, saying with a nasal voice: "Why did Liunian do this..."

Yan Chou opened his eyelids, and there was no emotion in his eyes, and they became cold and ruthless again.

"Let's deal with it," Yan Chou waved his sleeves and stepped over Liu Nian's body with his long legs. As he was about to leave the palace, he glanced back at the blood-soaked scene, "Find a place to bury him outside the palace."

"Yes." Fu Yun said boldly, "Your Majesty, could it be that Liu Nian is the Empress Dowager's man?"

Yan Chou said patiently, "No."

As for who this person is, Yan Chou already has the answer in his mind, and tomorrow is the day he plans to eliminate this trouble.

Fu Yun looked at Yan Chou's desolate back as he left and sighed in his heart.

*

Yan Chou felt at a loss as to what to do and strolled in the imperial garden of the palace.

It was spring, and he was surrounded by vibrant plants. The sun was warm, and the occasional chirping of cicadas reached his ears.

Suddenly, a maid's voice rang out: "Your Majesty, please slow down. I can hardly keep up with you."

A kite was floating in the clear blue sky, its tail fin swaying gracefully like a red afterglow.

A pink-dressed figure entered Yan Chou's sight. The woman had a thin back and her black hair flowed down, moving rhythmically as she ran.

His originally cold heart suddenly felt warm.

"Empress, behind you..." The maid saw Yan Chou appear and hurried to stop Xie Shizhu. Seeing that the Empress had stepped on the Emperor's boots, her face turned pale and she knelt hurriedly, "Your Majesty, I pay my respects to you."

Xie Shizhu bumped into something as hard as a rock from behind and was forced to stand still, and she let go of the rope in her hand.

The kite was blown away by the breeze and disappeared.

Xie Shizhu turned around, and before she could see the person behind her, cold thin lips covered hers. She slightly widened her eyes, clenched her right fist and hit Yan Chou's shoulder twice.

The palace maid blushed when she saw this.

Finally breathing in the air, Xie Shizhu glared at Yan Chou: "This is outside."

Yan Chou chuckled softly, rubbing his thumb across her wet lips, his dark eyes filled with tenderness: "It's okay, the weather has been nice these days, I'll take you for an outing outside the palace tomorrow, what do you think, Queen?"

Xie Shizhu opened his eyes wide, as if considering the meaning of his words: "True or false?"

Yan Chou held her hand tightly and nodded: "My promise to you will not be false."

Xie Shizhu smiled, "Okay."

Yan Chou's eyes grew darker and darker. This was the first time he saw Xie Shizhu smile for him. It was a rare opportunity for him to see the smile he had always dreamed of.

At lunch time, Yan Chou and Xie Shizhu went to Jin'an Palace together.

The eunuch served the dishes and left in a hurry. Apart from the two of them, there was no one else in the hall.

Yan Chou put some dishes in Xie Shizhu's bowl. Xie Shizhu stared at the dishes without any appetite and did not pick up his chopsticks for a long time.

"Why don't you eat?" Yan Chou looked at her thin collarbone and then at her face.

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